Prologue
We are outnumbered 200 to 1. This may not seem surprising, except that we have more than fifty-thousand men. As if the devil himself were funding them, our foes were armed with weapons far surpassing our own. Even weapon-less, their arsenal of tanks and drones were something to be afraid off. We were lying in wait. Not because we are afraid, nay, we have every conceivable reason to stand up against this drawn out tyranny. We wait lest our equipments, however primitive they are, get fried by an EMP. The Electro Magnetic Pulse, one of our own creation, will jam their equipment a. One that is due in 5 seconds. As they hear the whistle of the bomb falling towards the earth at speeds of 180mph, they look away as I watched on, determined to see these savages, these abductors of men, these bulies lose all capability, so that I can claim justice for my sister and all who have been mistreated, all who have been killed under their dictatorship.
Judgement Day cometh, and I'm heading it.
Edited:
08/06/2014