forty days of rain fall, rainbows broken, drowned in a sorrow deeper than bright. the vampire blues, saturated news, from the eastern lands and the cities of the red nights. hollow fields of carnage, an insect metropolis, designated emperor in combat zone. at war with the fiendish vampire queen i took my place in her court, a decedent frenzy of pleasure, a lady of infinite leisure and sadistic to boot. i lured her into submission, with my secret transmission, moon powered zap gun and obtuse wit, my elementary hypnotic suggestion, penetrated her defences and sent her to sleep in a freak lone ray of rare sunlight, her face burnt to a crisp but some ex lover sacrificed himself and pulled her out. we watched in horror as he joined light and disintegrated. the queen disfigured and shrieking hate, the battle maybe over but the war had just begun.
we drove further into the kingdom, with our weapons and subterfuge, digging tunnels like worms, sneaking up from behind, strategies of chaos and discordian principles. ha, the war went on for thousands of years, it had started since before time, beyond the mind, beyond the very existence of humanity. elementary biology shows a body at war, it's the natural state of existence, don't deny it for that just gives it more power she whispered against me. the ministry of propaganda thought parasitise burrowed inside our minds, gnawing away like hydras, sprouting through our neural nets and reformatting a negative energy that would defeat us. i lead troops onwards, but doubt plays it's part, i almost wanted to bite some ones neck, just to be free but i knew there were lines i could never cross. i practised burmese discipline and focused my mind, used visualisations from the santa fe skool, i even took vast combinations of narcotics to subdue the onslaught of neural sabotage but the queen had a strong will.
like a game of chess, the pieces went, there was an equity but the tables and tides were turning against us as the hydra virus seemed to numb our self belief, turning us into food bags for them, the enemy. 
one evening as we prepared to defend our dome, i considered the possibility of doing something unimaginably complex. the moon powered zap gun was proving slightly ineffective against the vampire hoards, but i could reverse engineer the technology and bastardise the concept. i gathered my engineers and scientists and we collected the weapons from our bewildered people. the tweaking was easier than i originally thought, turning the weapons into sun guns just required a polarity charge, and the instillation of small hydrogen converters to simulate sunbeams. there were a few failures, two weapons self combusted killing some soldiers, a tragic accident. 
we were running out of time, the vampire thought weapon was making us all quite defeated, and hope was slipping away. 
it was myself who tested the third weapon. a highly focused beam of artificial sunlight zapped out from the weapon blasting away at the rock, leaving a pile of molten slag. i needed to put the weapon to a real test though, we were uncertain of the simulated sunlights effectivity upon vampires. when i tested it upon a live subject the blast seemed to cause the subject an immense amount of pain and he howled and fell as his hands seemed to sweep his body, patting down what appeared to be smouldering flesh. he cried out for mercy but still lived, his teeth seemed to fall out and his hair fell from his scalp revealing a hideously deformed skull, we watched him writhe in pain as his fingernails fell and he sobbed for death to claim him but he remained coherent and as alive as an undead could be.
we had failed in our task to create a killing weapon but we had something more terrible, a non lethal weapon.
by the time we had altered the troops systems the hydra weapon of the enemy had embedded itself with us and now a sense of unease crawled through our resolve.
we were defeated, even as we walked into the lair, our weapons filled the caverns with artificial non lethal light and the underground labyrinth filled with screams and horrific cries, we knew there would be no victor in war.