[b][u]~8:17 PM
Wilderness outside Hope Springs, West Virginia
November 4th, 2019[/u][/b]

Harris sadly shook his head as the man's refusal to leave, yes the forest seemed hardy, but humans are good at ruining such things, a single dropped object could have ramifications for the entire ecosystem. If this man refused to leave, he'd be forced to.

"I care not about your life, I care not about your opinions, all I care about is this forest, and your insistence in remaining has made it ever so clear that you lack this care," he stated firmly, clenching his fists and letting out a soft cracking like that of a falling tree. "Leave now, or you shall face nature's wrath!"

He roared intimidatingly, and the forest began to shake, the very ground shuddered as the trees began to twist and move of their own accord. A pair of wings spontaneously appeared from Harris' back, and with a single flap he took to the air, staring down at the hiker.

"This is your last chance," he called down. "Comply or be forced to!"

A ring of trees sprung up around the hiker's position, with one gap behind him to allow him to leave should he choose to. Harris really didn't wish to do this, but if he had no choice, he would do whatever was necessary to protect the forest.

[i]Send him out

Show no mercy

He's dangerous[/i]

Whispers shot through Harris' head, those of nature itself, demanding he either kill or neutralize the man, he had no choice but to listen, no matter how much he wished he could solve this peacefully.

[b][u]12 AM
November 30th
Industrial District; Hub City[/u][/b]

A soft yellow light rested over the old factory as it lightly creaked in the night wind. The gathered men sat quietly as the masked man took to the front of the room, draped in a black cloak and emblazoned with images of eagles and swastikas. He slowly raised his arms at his sides, drawing a low hum from the mouths of those in the rafters, hiding above, rested upon metal beams and plying their trade, the songs of the German people. When the cloaked man's hands reached vertical positions above his head, the singer's voices reached an intense crescendo, echoing through the almost empty building and leaving many in the audience in a state of blissful confusion.

Finally the cloaked man lowered his arms and the singing stopped, all of the lights turning off as their voices had.

"Long ago we were strong. A people united in common love for our ideals, we to bring an end to the age of empires, an end of the inferior beings that still brought scorn upon humanity. Then our guide was slain, brutally murdered by what these Americans called 'heroes'! We were brought down, turned weak. They turned us against a common foe to keep us weak, contained, but the spirit of Germania cannot be held in a cage, neither can that of its people! I am evidence of that, thought slain, I only grow stronger with time, as does my love for my country!" Wilhelm roared to the gathered crowd, who screeched and clapped in agreement. Holding tattooed hands to their hearts and smashing at their chests. The lights shot back on, revealing Wilhelm, hands folded behind his back, staring over the room in gratitude and glee.

Wilhelm was immensely pleased, everyone in the room shared his beliefs, his love for the Aryan people, and their hatred for those who usurped their freedom. Wilhelm had thought their spirit dead, but truly nothing could kill a love for the great Reich and what it stood for. The fuhrer had always said that killing him wouldn't kill the ideal, and he was right, his ideals lived on in his people's hearts.

"So, will you allow yourselves to be silenced by the capitalist hell we are forced to live in? Or will you act as your forebears would? Strong and uncompromising in your path, moving forwards no matter the challenge? I will not back down from any challenge, as long as at the end of it stands a chance at bringing back the paradise that our leader had wished for! No sadness, no pain, only love for what we are, what brought us there, and where we're going! National socialism isn't a political position, it's an ideal, one that we all stand for! 

"I have been burned, shot, brutalized and tortured in the service of my country, and I would do it all again just for a chance  to see that flag once again fly over my homeland! So grab your weapons, grab your guns, blades, bats, whatever is necessary, and wreak havoc on these lesser peoples! From this day forward, no man in Hub City is safe, no woman or child, we will slay as many as necessary to seize control and establish a new home for the Aryan people! 

"And if the vigilante, Question I think he is called, if he dares stand in your way, beat him within an inch of his life and toss him at my feet! No fool stands in my way if he appreciates his life, teach them that. Teach them that never again shall the German people be weak, never again shall Aryans be dominated by a lesser race, and never again shall raise a country that may challenge the greatness of our new German Reich!"

Wilhelm clicked his heels and lead the people in one final salute, bellowing out one last word that shook the very building to its core.

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