And so it came to pass that in order for balance to be restored in the Cosmos two great forces were to meet on the Battleground on March 2025. On the side of the light were the warriors who'd made the pilgrimage and had seen the power that lay in having good frosting, white icing and frothy creamy topping. The side of the darkness however was powerful too. It whispered of wicked delights to be had in chocolate covered goodies and topped with cherries and garnished with spicy peppers. Their emissaries spoke of chocolate fountains that run forever and lakes of liquid dark gold that stretched as far as the eye could see.
"We have cookies," said the White Army General. "Royal icing flavors that blow your mind, Drop Sugar Cookies with Vanilla Buttercream icing, donuts glazed in vanilla glaze and filled with delicious white cream." It was a strong opening gambit that should have decided the matter and required no need for further negotiations but ...
"We have cookies," said the Dark Army General. "We have Chocolate Chip Cookies and Chocolate Brownies that will melt in your mouth and steal your soul, "We have donuts dipped in dark Chocolate and topped with Vermicelli that make great warriors go weak at the knee,"
For a moment there was an impasse. Everything hang in the balance. Then the White Army General stepped forth, pulled up the visor of his gleaming gold helmet topped with a rich white plume of the finest wild horse hairs, and said: "Ah, but we have Angel Cake. It's made of the fluffiest cake flour, egg whites and sugar. The vanilla inside it comes from far away and the cream of tartar we use to make it has been acquired at such great cost that it is unlikely you will ever taste an Angel Cake like it ever again. Plus, it's topped by the fluffiest cream you will ever encounter."
The Dark Army General staggered back at this fresh push but quickly recovered. He too then pushed forward, raised the visor of his gold and black helmet topped with a golden plume and said: "We have Devil's Cake. It's made of freshly brewed coffee and unsalted butter, cocoa powder and light brown sugar, the eggs we use come from another world and the baking flour is sifted through by artisans long-trained to the task. We too use a little vanilla, but it is in the chocolate we cover everything with that the magic resides. One bite of what we have and you will be ours forever."
The two generals thus stood like that, glaring at each other, neither of them willing to move. Finally, after what must have been a really long time they both brought their hands up and pulled their respective visors down.
"Looks like we will decide this on the Battleground then," said the White Army General.
"The Battleground," agreed the Dark Army General.
And then unbidden, in unison, they turned to each face the throng of warriors who'd stood silently behind them all this time waiting to see what the outcome of this tricky negotiation would be.
"We fight!" the generals yelled in one voice, one arm up in the air, holding their respective blades and pointing at the sky. "We fight for Victory! For Cake!"
The armies facing each of them let out a roar that shook the heavens in response: "For Victory! For Cake!"
