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Mary's crisis, no one would have predicted the outcome of the elections. Until at last the true goal comes into view.
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Several hundred die within the first few weeks. Three targets are chosen to maximize the effect of the attack: a school, a tube station, and a water-treatment plant. He is a man seemingly without a conscience for whom the ends always justify the means and it is he who suggests that their target should not be an enemy of the country but rather the country itself. But if your ultimate goal is power, how best to use such a weapon? It is at this point in our story that along comes a spider. Imagine a virus - the most terrifying virus you can, and then imagine that you and you alone have the cure. The project, however, ends violently… but the efforts of those involved are not in vain, for a new ability to wage war is born from the blood of one of their victims. However, the true goal of the project is power, complete and total hegemonic domination. At first, it is believed to be a search for biological weapons and it is pursued regardless of its cost. Eventually, his party launches a special project in the name of 'national security'. He is completely single-minded convictions and has no regard for the political process. He's a deeply religious man and a member of the conservative party. Our story begins, as these stories often do, with a young up-and-coming politician. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek, then I ask you to stand beside me one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament, and together we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever be forgot. So if you've seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you, then I would suggest you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words, they are perspectives. More than four hundred years ago a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. Last night I destroyed the Old Bailey, to remind this country of what it has forgotten. He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent. Fear got the best of you, and in your panic you turned to the now high chancellor, Adam Sutler. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way. There are of course those who do not want us to speak. But in the spirit of commemoration, whereby those important events of the past, usually associated with someone's death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, a celebration of a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of every day routine- the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V. The only verdict is vengeance a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate.