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To the Resistance of Gloria....

It is with great sorrow, and such a burdening pain in my heart, that I must announce the insurrectionist known only as "R"...has died...

Last night, as he was preparing to bomb another target, his hideout was raided by Reapers, soldiers fanatically devoted to the glorious leader, and in the ensuing battle, he was shot fifteen times.  Before he died, however, a dead man's switch was triggered, destroying the hideout, along with everyone with it.  I have tried countlessly to search the rubble for his remains, but to no avail did I find anything...only...his mask.

But beneath that mask...there was no mere man, no.  There was not a body, but the embodiment of an idea, and no matter how many bullets, how many guns, nor blades the Reapers brought down upon him in their corrupted sense of justice, they simply cannot kill an idea.  For as it was said by the man in the mask, Ideas...are bulletproof.

Surely today, the devotees of the glorious leader will celebrate, parades will be held and drunken revelry will ensue....while we but mourn the loss of our champion...our hero....our savior...  Even now as I record this transmission, I cannot keep the tears from falling any longer.  He meant so much to me, and so much to all.  For you see, my brothers and sisters, he wasn't just R....he was us.  When none would stand, he took the flag into his own hand and charged up the hill towards certain death.  When none would speak, his voice boomed across the battle field like the Almighty's judgment upon the wicked.  And when none would listen....he heard our cries and our sorrows.

Let not the Twelfth of February be a day of lament, but let it be a day of victory for us.  For from the ashes of he, our phoenix, shall rise the morning sun to dawn upon our day of freedom, our day of rescue from the ever hostile tyranny, and let us not forget the sacrifice R has made for us all.

Yes, we have lost so much my fellow resistance, so much I know cannot be paid in full, but the cost of our rebellion is but a pence compared to the reward we shall have for fighting the good fight.

Fight onward my people, not for me...but for him...

for..... [color=ed1c24][h3]R[/h3][/color]

With all due respect,

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