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A lone guerrilla soldier emerges from a recently destroyed building...
"Miners, this is Eos, leader of the Red Faction. Our time has come. Workers in mine M4 have started the rebellion and are dying for you as we speak!"
Answering his telecommunications device, he learns he just destroyed the wrong target; he was supposed to take the first left instead of the first right.
"So many great nobles, things, administrations, so many high chieftains, so many brave nations, so many proud princes, and power so splendid; In a moment, a twinkling, all utterly end. There is no hope of escaping.
He giggles to himself and...
"Miners, this is Eos, leader of the Red Faction. Our time has come. Workers in mine M4 have started the rebellion and are dying for you as we speak!"
...he then realizes the seriousness of the situation at hand. His smile turns into disgruntled worry as he recalls the merry bomb lobbing dance that took place seconds ago. In need of a remote charge he quickly searches his pocket, then another, then frisks his whole body in a Macarena-like motion not finding a single one....
It didn't get any better when EDF reinforcements rushed toward the scene, and he could hear the sirens of their APCs grow louder with every passing second.
"In the end, what separates a man from a slave? Money? Power? No, a man chooses, a slave obeys."
When he was finished with his version of the macarena, he planted his last charge squarely on the first EDF soldiers face.
One Big Ass Mistake America
Because of his severe dyslexia, the rebel realized he in fact stuck a miner's face with the remote charge. The sirens were those of firetrucks and ambulances rushing to the scene where he recently demolished an assisted living compound.
"So many great nobles, things, administrations, so many high chieftains, so many brave nations, so many proud princes, and power so splendid; In a moment, a twinkling, all utterly end. There is no hope of escaping.
...Arthur Ramsden, the 2 week on the job miner screamed it terror like a little girl as he tried prying the sticky explosive of his face. the crowd that had formed around the smoldering wreckage had stopped their chattering and glared at the scene that was unfolding in front of their eyes. The guerrilla rebel, standing unstirred with a perverse grin on his face and pointed at the crowd and shouted, "...
..."these stories are supposed to be one sentence, not a whole paragraph!"
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My bad, I got a little carried away, carry on.