crunching snapping gravel walls, plummet above the earth. all that remains of a councilmen's house that was shot in a giant canon. below the newly ploughed green grass hills stands a huddle mass of people screaming revolution. in the distance a ranking rotting warped blunt bladed guillotine hovers over a man pleading for his life. the leader of the mob speaks.
"enough of your prattling, its time for you to punish for all you've done."
"but..." the council man began.
"you have taken our rulers who dictate our every action, imprisoning us in this so called freedom!"
"your mad!" the council man said.
"kill him!" the leader said as the mass of people echoes his words as the blade falls.
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