|The Terracota Army|
“Left, right, left, right, left, right!” And they marched; they marched for centuries until they were found in a parallel universe with no wars. The journalist covering the story was at a loss for words. There had been no wars since the last world emperor was assassinated five centuries ago by a mad man with killer instincts. He was now both revered and lost in a parallel universe of his own. “Left, right, left, right, left, right!” They marched out of there, the journalist as their tail wind, looking for the mad man.