Things are changing. There are shootings in the streets, whippings in the courtyards, tyranny forced into every home in the Colonies. Shots have been fired. Blood has been spilled. They will pay with their life for the years of torment and rage. No longer will we stand under British rule. We will fight. They say we have no chance, and I suppose we don't. But the Colonists are sick of British tyranny, as am I, and we will fight until there's nothing left, either of us or them. We won't go down quietly. No. We will build our own nation. And we will be victorious.