21th of the September, everyone joyfully celebrated as the quest for unity among everyone is achieved. Or.. rather, forcefully put. When the country of freedom, broken down into the country of restrictions abandoning it's dream, to the unknowing bystanders, the achievement is something to behold, but for those who aware. The future may be as bleak as black.
The lust for power is quite the motivator.
But in the end, it's the facade to hide away one's weak mentality. A self fulfilling journey that triumph over the innocence. But what form does it take when you remove the mask, the facade of it's persona. In a last ditch effort, they cling onto something that give them a sense, the sense of self control. Or, rather, "asserting control on the others" might be a better fit. That's exactly what the countries of tyranny did. They used all of their forces, to destroy everything.
"Why should you get it if i can't".
With the best regards to the current country of restrictions, it did everything it could to protect. However, when the dusk breaks and night started to consume all, it's now that the first day of the fall. The nuclear wiped many lifes, and so will the new apocalyptic winter.
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