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[i]Where did this change come from? Did I make the right decisions? Could I have done things differently?[/i]
All these questions where ones I asked myself back still answered to the name Elliot. However, much like those questions Elliot soon became only a figment of old memories. Now I must lead my flock and give them the proper teachings to handle themselves and never be owned by the corporations that would wish them enslaved.[/center]

Today was a celebration, Today it has officially been a full year since the prophet has released us from our slavery. Over 100,000 followers have recognized the prophet as their savior and have come together to celebrate it. However, this was of course not done publically. The Prophet used what little money he had before he was recognized to buy them a sanctuary which was an old dance club from the old world. On the outside, it simply looked like a run-down building that nobody bothered to buy or get rid of but there was a passage in one room that leads underground where they all gathered together. The followers and fanatics were celebrating but further in past, a guarded room was where the meeting was set to take place. 

Inside said room was a large table in front of a screen. It was a half circular table and behind a black screen meant to hide the one behind it was, of course, their prophet sitting down without the need to speak or be seen even by those of his most trusted and devout followers. One each side of the screen held banners with their symbol emblazed on them. The only ones allowed into the room were the high commanders where they would strategize on what to do now that they have enough strength to truly fight the corporations in earnest. He had 4 commanders at present and they controlled the bulk of the prophets forces and special tasks forces. 

At the time one of the commanders was already in the room. The lord of the monks Markus more so then some of the other followers he was devout or so he believed. He waited for his fellow commanders to come knowing that they wouldn't be late to the meeting or they would risk angering their prophet even though his patience was said to boundless.