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DPRPGC #7: Hail the Glorious Leader

INCOMING TRANSMISSION

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6do5mHDtWqg

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.....

R

With all due respect,

-Rhea Harmony

Viewfront Academy: School for the gifted.

Dear gawd.....I have killed the thread! T-T I'm a MURDERER!!!!!! BAAAAAWWWWWLLLL!!!!!!!!!!

Claymore Academy (always accepting)

@sassy1085

Her lungs were burning by the time she had reached the school, along with every inch of her battered and tattered figure, yet Tohru kept on sprinting, her voice, ragged and weary as it called out for Rin, "Rin-san! Rin-san, where are you?!"

She knew well Yuki, the other masked assassin, was after the girl, but she never would have suspected Yuki already had Rin cornered in the school gardens. Even if the two were surrounded on all sides by beautiful flowers dazzling with such vibrant color, the sweet, serene scent of cherry blossoms wafting amidst the cool evening air, the atmosphere encompassing the two combatants was indeed grim. "End of the road, cutie!" In sickening glee did Yuki cackle, brandishing her blade and slowly approaching the trapped Rin. "It's had its twists and turns, but eventually every path must lead to a destiny. Sadly, yours will be to die here in this garden. But don't worry, I'm sure when the White Knight discovers your mangled corpse, she'll be sure to give you a funeral worth remembering." And such a reward Kaname-senpai will give me for killing the both of you! I can't let you down Kaname-senpai! <3

Claymore Academy (always accepting)

@Bryn Sweeeet! Totes digging the sword & key chain! ^___^

the only thing keeping me sane today is my bag of goldfish crackers

ok

Claymore Academy (always accepting)

@sassy1085

"Come back here you little snot! I'll carve your eyes out!" And so the assassin Yuki chased after rin, leaving Kaname to continue her fight with Tohru. Though weakened, Tohru succeeded in matching her adversary blow for blow, however, sustaining a few more ghastly wounds in the process. Her wooden blade, it was whittled down now, no more than just a birch twig. How foolish of her to grapple against a real blade with it. Now, more than ever, desperately she wished she had Lionheart. If so, she could've finished off Kaname in a few short moves, but still the woman held her own against Tohru. "Are you just about ready to give in, Tohru-san?" Rather mockingly she cooed. "If you continue any further, surely you will not last. Surrender, and I will give you the mercy of a quick death."

Death? No...death would not have her. To her last breath, Tohru was determined to fight, but she could feel it, the blood slowly draining from her veins, her uniform practically dyed red, how heavy and bloodshot her eyes grew, the frailty of her limbs. Her body, it was shutting down, unable to endure any more from the wicked assassins. But still, she rose her blade, with every ounce of strength, how little she could muster in a painful gasp of air, glaring in defiance. Kaname, to this, merely a dismayed sigh, "Very well. You've made your choice then Fair Prince of Claymore. It's a shame...that I must kill a beautiful woman such as you, but..."

And then, she charged forth, like a black, poisonous wind sweeping across the battlefield, the end for Tohru was near, "...this is GOODBYE!"

The end...it was here. Tohru knew she didn't have any strength left to fight at all. She was finished. A final breath, she closed her eyes...and awaited Kaname's killing blow, but then...

((Battle Music: Death by Crucifixion))

"AGH!" A swift strike of silver connected with Kaname's mask, slicing through the hard porcelain and carving quite the nasty scar across her rather unblemished face, such a force that threw her back, her body crashing into the thick trunk of a nearby tree. Tohru, her eyes opened as another force pushed her to the ground below. There was nothing, no agonizing pain erupting from her chest, no cheshire grin from Kaname to haunt her in her final waking moments, no blood spilling from her heart pierced by an assassin's blade. No...there was only her disbelief at who stood between her and the now unconscious Kaname, her blade drawn and a fierce glow in her eyes blue as ice,

"...Ha...Hanazono-san?" Asuka, of all people, she had saved Tohru, but why? Sheathing her katana, the red haired beauty hissed her answer glaring at Tohru over her shoulder, though typical of her to be so...selfish in her endeavors, ~"If anyone is going to kill you, Tohru-san, it will be me. Not these miserable cutthroats."~ And another surprise as she offered her hand to help Tohru stand after being knocked down. ~"You had best tend to your wounds. I would hate for you to miss our duel."~ Yes, there was malice behind her charm, but nevertheless, Tohru managed to eke out a small grin, taking the girl's hand and rising to her feet, "Likewise. It will be an honor to face you in battle, Hanazono-san, but now I must hurry. Rin-san is still in danger!" And with a generous farewell, off was Tohru towards the school, praying that Rin wasn't hurt already.

Claymore Academy (always accepting)

@sassy1085

"I'll be fine!" Tohru shouted back while trying her best to fight off Kaname. "I can't risk anyone getting hurt because of me! Go!" Kaname was wearing her down again, that once great spark of energy she held in her chest, slowly dissipating to fatigue. Meanwhile, the battle raged on between Rin and Yuki, but to the girl Rin was a challenge, dare she say, even better than her with a sword. "Oww!" Yuki yelped, a sudden kick to her chin knocking her off balance. "Grr! You rotten chickadee! No fair!" She growled rubbing her chin and charged Rin once more with anger blazing in her eyes.

GAME: Crush A Wish

Granted, you now live in a totalitarian society where everything from books, to movies, to even showing human emotions is forbidden and punishable by death.

I wish I had a huge...ego.

Claymore Academy (always accepting)

@sassy1085

((Battle Music: Abysmal Waltz))

"Rin-san!" Tohru yelled to the girl, briefly distracted, not good! Soon enough, she felt the sharp tinge of the blade crossing her other cheek before swiftly dodging the other attack from Kaname. Swiftly the assassin took after her, her blades a flurry of vicious slashes and jabs, all of which Tohru was finding difficult to block and to evade. "Run! Get out of here!"

"Yuki-chan! Kill that girl!" Kaname barked her grim command, Yuki obeying. She chased Rin down baring her sword to the girl and ready to strike, "Hehehe! I'm gonna chop you up real nice for my Kaname-senpai!" A gleeful cackle as she swung her sword towards Rin, her eyes gleaming with such ill malice.

DPRPGC #7: Hail the Glorious Leader

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