|Fog of War||Yes|
| ||Blue Moon, Player|
| ||Black Hole, Enemy|
Grit: Enemy Md tank assault! Can you stop their charge?
Olaf: Grit! Grit! Curses, man! What are you doing?!
Grit: Uhh? Who... What's all the ruckus? Even the chickens are still sleepin'. Oh, Olaf... Yaaaaawwwnn!
Olaf: Open your eyes and get up, you lazy scoundrel! I entrusted the defense of these mountains to you! Who do you think you are, lollygagging about like...
Grit: Calm down there, O Bearded One. No need to get all riled up. If things get a bit dicey, we can always sound the retreat. I doubt the enemy's gonna do anything too rash.
Olaf: You fool! Let me tell you something...
Olaf: What? What is it? Don't attempt to divert my wrath with that dour look of yours!
Grit: I do believe that someone's payin' us a visit.
Olaf: What? Grit! Where do you think you're going? Grit!
Grit: Shoot... Will you look at all them Md tanks! Goin' head-to-head with those boys makes no sense at all.
Adder: Very perceptive, Commander Grit.
Grit: Black Hole Army, huh?
Adder: My name is Adder. I came here specifically to offer you a proposition.
Grit: A proposition?
Adder: Yes. Let me cut to the chase. We'd like you to join the Black Hole Army. What do you say?
Adder: You possess much skill... Wasting it for Blue Moon is such a shame. You don't really buy into the whole "protect and serve" business, right? Dying to save a country you care nothing for? Admit it. It's nonsense.
Adder: You can see with your own eyes, the might of our army. We passed through several cities on our way here... Heh heh... Crushing them beneath our boots took no time at all.
Adder: Be it Blue Moon or any other country, no one can stop us. Come, Grit. You know that joining us is the smart thing to do.
Grit: Well now... You got one thing right. I never did care much which territory belonged to which country. I couldn't have cared less if y'all decided to set up shop here.
Adder: Heh heh heh... In that case...
Grit: However... You've got no call to be treating the folks who live here any way you please.
Grit: You destroyed whole cities? You did just say that, right? Well, listen here, I don't care how powerful you say you are... You, Adder, are now my number-one enemy.
Adder: Heh heh... If that's the way you want it, I'll destroy you here as well! Md tanks, advance! Grind this fool to dust!
Blue Moon / Day 2
Grit: Huh? What're those things on the right of the map? Hey, Olaf! What in tarnation are they?
Olaf: Those are missile silos. Infantry and mech units can use them to launch a single missile. They can strike anything on the field of battle.
Grit: Well I'll be... A distance weapon... That's nice. I wonder which of us has the better range of fire.
Olaf: Fool! It's a weapon, not a rival! Those missiles have a wide blast radius, so watch for your own troops. You can check the blast radius by pressing the R Button.
Grit: Zippity doo dah!
[After you have defeated all the enemy units:]
Adder: How... What happened? My Md tank brigade... Routed? Hsss! Retreat!
Olaf: Grit! Where are you, Grit? Forcing that villain Adder to retreat, it was quite...
Grit: Hm? What was that? Something I can do for you, Frosty?
Olaf: You... you impertinent fool! Is this the way you speak to your commander? Stand right there! I'm going to teach you a lesson!
Grit: Not in front of the boy. Hey, son, I'm gonna catch some shut-eye. You're in charge.
Colin: Um... Huh?! Me? Did you mean me?
Olaf: Aarrgh! Grit! Hold it right there!