Dear Gramma Nutt,
It has been five weeks, and oh, how I miss the Lollipop roads and Peppermint forests of home. We are woken up at 5 in the morning to march until late into the night. In some places, the ground is so wet with blood, it becomes a Molasses Swamp. Still, we have met no army. Only the constant ambushes by the guerrillas who hide in the Lemonade lakes. This morning we drew a double pink, putting us within two day's march of the capital city of the so-called Candy Kingdom. Why have they not met us in force, unless they think they can peck us all off, one by one?
They got Plumpy, the last of the Plumpa Trolls today. They switched him with the soldier in front of him to make a row of four greens, and all of them blew up. No one will ever see a Plumpa Troll among the Gingerbread trees again. And what do we have to show for it?
Gramma Nutt, I must tell you my suspicions. I believe the Kandy King has lied to us, and to all the people of Candyland. The people of this land were never our enemies. Yes, they have a Peppermint Palace where we have a Peppermint Forest, but is that a difference worth killing over? We were told that they were amassing an army to overrun us, but I have seen no evidence of that. The only thing I've seen evidence of is that they bleed the same colored Sour Berry Ooze™ as us.
Perhaps the King is still a good man. I hope so. Perhaps his head has simply been turned by the devious Lord Licorice. But I know that if, as the King has demanded, they ever write the history of this war into a "Candy Crush Saga" it will be a story of tragedy, not triumph. That's all there is here.
If I die, my body will be sweet and refreshing. But war will still be bitter.
Yours,
Mr. Mint