The Sleeping Giant

[Helairo]

Conall ó Conchobhair stood on the podium and looked out at the 90,000 worker's present at the assembly. In a field outside of Rhory, the workers had massed together. Farmers, Miners, and everything in between were present. Conall ó Conchobhair cleared his throat and began his speech;

"Fellow workers! We meet today to discuss our terrible situation. The national government continues to turn its back on us. Even though, we, the workers are responsible for keeping this nation alive! The police attacked a harmless protest last night. Are we no longer allowed to let the government know we are angry? How else to we voice our opinions? By voting in elections rigged anyway? Why continue to participate in this revolting system?

As the majority class of this nation, we have the power to change things. We can reject this government. We can fight it. Not necessarily by revolutionary means mind you. Rather by rejecting it. Based upon the Social Contract, we sign away some of our basic human rights in order to live in a society and have a government protecting us. However, the government has ceased to do so. So by means of this idea, we now have the right to deny this government. They have not kept up their end of the bargain my comrades!

Cease paying your taxes! For the government will only use this money against you! If they threaten you with prison time, then your comrades of the working class will help you. This government can no longer boss you around, because it itself is now illegal. It has raised its hand against its own people. It has bit the hand that feeds. So by logic we must punish it. We must get rid of it. If need be we must fight it!

HAIL LIBERTY! HAIL MARTYRDOM!"

And with that Conall ó Conchobhair raise his fist, as the crowd cheered. He re-took his seat and watched as the next man walked up to speak. The revolution was coming, Conall could smell it. And on Conall's back sat the large tattoo of the infamous Architects. A large cog, with a raised fist inside.

 

[Helairo]

The streets of Rhory were quiet this Thursday afternoon. They would not remain that way for long however. As a police officer continued his patrol route as normal, he sipped on some coffee and listened to the radio. When he picked up the receiver to say something to his friend, he accidentally spilled some coffee. He pulled over to the side of the rode, and began to clean the mess up. However when he looked back up, he was shocked.

Five men in black ski-masks glared at him from through the windows. it wasn't until they moved that he realized they were all armed with SMG's.

"Get out pig." someone said, however, the police officer could not tell who. He put his hands in the air and got out of the vehicle. The five men began to beat him. Eventually, after the officer lay broken on the side of the street more people began to gather around the officer, shouting insults and spitting at him. He looked up just in time to see the boot hit him in the face. That was the last thing he saw, because the crowd beat him to death. The five masked men moved on, there were more agents of the illegal regime in Rhory that needed to be dealt with.

Similar things were happening throughout the country. The Architects had gained control over the working class, and were using them as an army. The Revolution would be swift and as un-destructive as possible. Soon, the first revolutionary brigade would launch its attack on the capitol, Falkirk. The guerrilla fighters of the brigade had been extensively trained in Havenshire, and now they were on the Orem peninsula, waiting for the Architects to tell them when to strike.