Blog Wars?

Apparently some heathen barbarians from across the Great Alps have donned their bear skins and whittled new clubs out of winter evergreens in a attempt to cross the Pass in the dead of winter to surprise the bastion of civility and human accomplishment that is The Monstro with some kind of surprise raid. Accoriding the the anger-filled cave etchings found over on Glider Bison, The Monstro has been called to arms and the whole while we have been sitting, sipping tea, and inventing things like geometry while the Glider Bisonites are struggling with the simple concepts behind agriculture. From what I can gather for the barbarian ramblings, The Monstro has been engaged in a "Blog War" which despite being the most advanced civilization on the great globe I cannot exactly figure out how to fight. Our geometers have crafted giants siege engines that can launch boulders hundreds of yards. We have horsemen from the Red Desert that can ride the like wind. We have cannoneers from the colonies and flying machines from the canals of Venice. The great army of The Monstro numbers in the millions and our technology is limitless, but somehow Glider Bison has managed to engage us in a war that we do not know how to fight.

The Bisonites attempted in some form to dictate rules of engagement, but never sent an emissary to our courts, never once engaged in civilized preparation, never once even declared war. They simply posted the decree on their own grounds and waited, patiently, for war to come to them. We Monstronauts are not warlike. We are imperialistic maybe, but we are not bloodythirsty. We march when we see gain. We never are simply sporting for a good fight.

Since the Glider Bison decree went unheeded for a long month and the deadline is coming to a pass without the Generals knowing we would march to battle, I believe the only civilized action is to postpone. The Monstro armies will prepare, and will meet the Bisonites on the field of battle in the next month. Their rules will stand, but their men will fall.

Until that day,

Ur-Chancellor Ozymandias III