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The year was 20XX, and the United States of America, once the self-proclaimed leader of the free world, had become its own worst enemy.

It all started with an egoist president, a man who campaigned on rage and ruled with greed. He promised to "Make America Great Again—For Real This Time." But his policies weren't about greatness. They were about power. About control.

The economy crumbled under the weight of corruption. Infrastructure collapsed. The rich hoarded resources, while the poor scraped for survival. The people who had voted for him—out of desperation, ignorance, or sheer stupidity—realized too late they had been sold a lie.

Then came the phrase that changed everything.

"Deny, Defend, Depose."

It started as graffiti on city walls. A whisper in underground forums. A chant in the streets. It was a call to arms, a beacon for the oppressed.

And it had a name attached to it.

Luigi Mango.

A man who shouldn't have existed. A man who the government feared more than war itself.

Some called him a hero. Others called him a terrorist. The government labeled him Public Enemy Number One, blaming him for the assassination of a powerful healthcare CEO—a man whose greed had denied millions access to life-saving treatments.

But there was a problem.

The evidence didn't add up.

The security footage was grainy. The photo of the alleged killer didn't match Luigi's description. And the timeline placed him miles away from the crime scene.

Was Luigi Mango even real? Or was he just a fabrication, a symbol people created to give their anger a name?

Either way, the world was watching.

Luigi was thrown into a high-security prison, cut off from the outside world. The government threatened to execute him if the protests didn't stop. But instead of quelling the rebellion, the move backfired. The people took to the streets, their chants echoing through the ruins of once-great cities:

"Free Luigi Mango!"

The phrase became a rallying cry, a symbol of resistance against a corrupt and broken system. Graffiti of Luigi's face—often accompanied by the words "Deny, Defend, Depose"—covered every wall. Protesters wore T-shirts with his name, and social media was flooded with hashtags demanding his release.

But the government didn't relent. They doubled down, deploying the military to crush the uprising. Cities burned. The streets ran red with blood. Yet, the people refused to back down. They had nothing left to lose.

As America tore itself apart, the rest of the world saw an opportunity.

Countries that had long resented American dominance began to flex their power. Nations formed new alliances. Old rivalries erupted into full-scale war.

The first bomb dropped on Washington D.C. at 3:42 AM.

By sunrise, New York was burning.

The president, in his final act of desperation, launched nuclear weapons at anyone he deemed a threat. China. Russia. The Middle East. Even European allies weren't spared.

The world retaliated.

Fire consumed the planet.

And then, the portals appeared.

During a brutal battle, a strange rift materialized on the battlefield—a swirling vortex of light and energy in the shape of a gate. The soldiers, the governments, the rebels—all froze. It was as if time itself held its breath. The smell of burning corpses and gunpowder still filled the air, but for the first time in years, there was silence.

Table of Battle in Camo: The Warfront Beyond the Veil

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Volume 1