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Vote here - I'm against Dragonhart this week

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June 35th, in the Year of our Lord 1983
In the City-State of New York

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Foundries spewed foul vapor into the air. Policemen rode on horses, attempting to quell the upwelling of crime ensued by the newest resolution passed by our loving Dictator. Such an act, made by our ever-caring Dictator, has made living here almost unbearable.

He has made this place an apparition of Hell.

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It's always like this. Even back when we won our independance from the terrorous USA. We erected walls, with guards to patrol. That didn't save us. It kept the outside away, but also stymied all efforts for scientific advancement. All our genius's had left, stating the "usurption of United States government was 'deplorable' ". So now, the foundries churn out fumes that will soon engulf us all. Engulf us all in the smog of rebellion.

But, detrimentally to us, our ever-kind Dictator had his own personal staff begin experimentation. That was 190 years ago. We can only assume they had succeeded in finding the source of immortality. Those from the outside might be familiar with our loving Dictator. The history books call him George Washington.

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We prepare for battle. We will win our independance. We are without modern weapons, but swords and bows are just as good as the muskets and horses that our ever-living Dictator swears by. We will dissolve his despotistic nightmare, and set an end to his horrific resolutions.

His most recent one, the proverbial "straw that broke the camel's back", set this revolution in motion. He declared all methods of weapons illegal. Now, we are forced to eat our food without utensils. Forced to live in frigid houses, for fire was also deemed malicious.

We plan to strike his mansion in the Catskill mountains. We plan to kill our loving Dictator.

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He is crazy. He will fall.

He will fall in a menagerie of malice.