Good day fellow citizens. It is I once more.

Last night, I sought to strike another killing blow against the seven headed beast that is this monstrous authoritarian regime. It was I who bombed the main offices of the Ministry of Mercy, after their, dare I say, humorous attempt to euthanize housepets alike. It just goes to show the foolishness and bigotry among these imbecilic cowards, and how far they will strive to make themselves look good in the public image and to make others look like idiots.

The glorious leader and his party, try as they may to look like the brave and gallant souls they perceive to be in their delusional granduer, they...are but spineless. Even now he sits at his desk, a cold sweat chilling his broad, wrinkled forehead. Oh yes glorious leader, I am talking straight to you. I know all about how you cannot sleep at night, about those pesky ulcers in your stomach ravaging you with such unspeakable discomfort. Your own men, even they are restless and stirring about the cage, some of them a bit more...hungry than you. Your empire is collapsing before your very eyes, and you, a man of once great power and respect, are helpless to stop it. All you can do is sit behind a screen, a camera, and spout your obscenities with venomous fervor to the people about how much you despise me, the resistance, and all those you so dubiously deem undesirable.

While Rome burns Nero plays his requiem upon the strings of a fiddle, the music, so sweet and melancholic when laced with the cries and laments of his people smoldering. The very populous he swore to protect and bring peace to, when in secret he conspires to bring forth their imminent, untimely ends. You've not I, but only yourself to blame, when they come crashing through your door to drag you to the gallows where their fathers and forefathers once hung. And so I offer this.

Surrender now, glorious leader, and relinquish all power you possess to the people who so willingly deserve it, or...surrender when I am standing before you, face...to face.

And to the resistance, my brothers and my sisters in arms, facing the tyrant and his minions on the front lines and in the shadows. Our struggle is only beginning. While the glorious leader threatens you, your families, and your loved ones, do not cower, do not dismay when faced with the jaws of the Cerberus. Instead rejoice that you have riled the beast from slumber! True, many of us, including myself will be faced with certain demise, but we cannot falter to this regime as we have done long before. In the words of the wise men, "A people who fears their government leads to tyranny, but a government who fears the people gives way to liberty." Liberty, justice, our divine, unalienable rights, those things we have so forsaken in hopes of a better life, once more we shall grasp in victory with blood on our hands, once more we shall hold dear and never relinquish because a foolish man once said we would be safe under his arms!

FIGHT! And continue to fight! Even when they've locked you away in the darkest abyss imaginable! Even when they have starved you and your loved ones into obscurity! Even when they force you from your homes, burn it to the ground, then drag you with whipped feet to face the guillotine! Continue to fight! Continue to struggle, to lash out and wrench towards the beast till he can stand no longer! It is said that before we reach paradise, every man must endure Hell, and endure we shall to the very end, when we stand together as one before a new day dawning over the hills of our battles! When we enact Retribution upon our foes, spark the flames of Revolution to burn forth and immolate the wicked injustices before us, and as the phoenix rises from her ashes, so too will be the Resurrection of our nation, and free we shall be forever more!

Victory is at hand my people!

~R