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A crowd of people stop and turn towards a growing noise. Coming over the hill there is a group of people dressed in black with white featureless masks playing the drums.
Walking down the road they do not do anything besides walk and play. Some people stop and stare in awe while others hurry their children away. As the drummers reach an intersection they are met with other drummers all wearing the same mask and black clothes. Growing larger and larger until they become a small army. All perfectly in sync with one another. All heading in the same direction, the capital. Now the sound of the drums matches that of thunder, echoing off the sky scrapers and other buildings. When they reach the front of the capital building, all at once they stop. Never such an eerie silence has been heard. The guards nervous and the president in a state of disbelief.
Standing there, hundreds of anonymous people, one by one they start up again, the same tune as before. Slowly people start to gather, some wearing the same mask but in normal clothes. Their numbers now in the thousands; the people. These are the people that cook your food, clean your houses, the people that do all the little things. The majority of the population, and they didn't do this without a purpose. They are angry and they won`t take it anymore.
This is. The revolution.
Walking down the road they do not do anything besides walk and play. Some people stop and stare in awe while others hurry their children away. As the drummers reach an intersection they are met with other drummers all wearing the same mask and black clothes. Growing larger and larger until they become a small army. All perfectly in sync with one another. All heading in the same direction, the capital. Now the sound of the drums matches that of thunder, echoing off the sky scrapers and other buildings. When they reach the front of the capital building, all at once they stop. Never such an eerie silence has been heard. The guards nervous and the president in a state of disbelief.
Standing there, hundreds of anonymous people, one by one they start up again, the same tune as before. Slowly people start to gather, some wearing the same mask but in normal clothes. Their numbers now in the thousands; the people. These are the people that cook your food, clean your houses, the people that do all the little things. The majority of the population, and they didn't do this without a purpose. They are angry and they won`t take it anymore.
This is. The revolution.
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This is what i imagine when listening to "Fortune Days" by the glitch mob [link] when i re-read this it reminded me of "v for vendeta" but try not to think of that when reading this. instead, picture a country that has been mistreated by the government and has had enough. the government has slowly been turning into a dictatorship. the beginning of a war it seems. a civil war! AN UPRISING! please enjoy.
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cool!