"The Army of the people stood shoulder to shoulder on the steps of the Parliment building with fixed bayonets, glinting delicatley in the melting day-light. the battered remnents of the Royal Guard, so tired, so bruised, so demoralised in the events that had overshadowed the Dominion since the Nuclear exchange. Most knew it was ending now, as the sun finally dropped beneath the Sillouhette of Armford, the Capital city of the state. "Forward!!! For the Union!" Came the shout from MAjor Bellowes, the commander of the Peoples army and the charge began, moving quickly, the Guard began firing from their two machine gun positions on the top steps, knocking down their enemy in a deadly hail of steel, but then as many have said a sheer act of god, one gun jammed, quickly followed by the second, there was a triumphant shout from the people as the first gunner was bayonetted in the face, and the ohter were quickly despatched in similar ways, the big heavy oak doors to the Parliment building did little to stop the rage of the crowd, who smashed through and into the lobby, where mroe defenders were neautralised with small arms fire, straight to the office of the Premiere, the bastard who had commanded since the nuclear exchange, the bastard who's family had'nt starved, who's houses hadnt been looted, who's friends were'nt dying from the sickness....He put up no defence in contrast to his personal guards who died fighting for their leader, and was quickly dragged to the golden steps, where only days before, to the cheers of the surviving public he had delivered his greatest, and most devieving public speech, all was gone now, his family we're being murdered too in the same way, he was hauled onto the platform, and thrown over to the cheers of the Peoples troops below, he hit the floor with a crunch as his legs shattered beneath his fat frame, and the mod set on him with sticks further breaking his arms, and ribs, but order was restored by an officer, who with the aid several men who pinned him to the floor with their bayonets and clubs, he was set alight, and left to burn for a minute, before being stamped out.... and to continue this cruel fate, while still alive he was dragged to the memorial garden, and buried alive in a shallow grave.
The union had suceeded, the Rebel bands had united under a single free banner, and had overthrown the decietful provisional government, as the first group we're celebrating with Guiness and Whiskey in Armford, all over the glory was being repeated as government officials were shot, stabbed, and when no guns were available we're despatched with a length or communications wire, or simply thrown from the taller building. And standing on the steps of the Parliment building stoof the man who had started the Rebellion, the Military genius who had defected half the government army, and killed most of the other half.... He looked over his achievment... and smiled... for this was just the begenning."
Taken from the journal of Worker 2376561 who was present.
