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Ha ha ha. Good one from the liberals. Real gang of comedians over there. Remember that time they had to write off an entire country after they 'misplaced the constitution'? Great people. Hilarious.

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Own goal. Then an early bath.

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The man's pale blue eyes have drifted somewhere beyond you.

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Underdog. You. Pieces of soul between teeth.

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Felix Kaido... the name knocks loose some rubble of memory. Revolutionary. Aeroplane. Tragic end.

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He tries to underplay it, jars the cadence.

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Yeah, from the child protection feds when they booked him for nöncery.

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OF COURSE YOU HAVE. A MONUMENT TO COMRADE KAIDO STANDS TALL IN ROHKUS SQUARE. LONG MAY HIS WILL LIVE ON.

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The Militia Ruban Rouge, or M.R.R., an extreme communist fringe group who have slipped further and further into darkness over their ten year 'campaign'.

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The soul of the state on the line.

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APPROPRIATELY DIALECTICAL.

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Okay, good to know. There are worse friends than you out there.

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Whips of dust blown by helicopter blades. Thud of boots on ground, billow of trench coats, steel cackle of assault rifles. The Empire Without Territory descends.

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IMPERIALISM LOOSES ITS RUNNING DOGS.

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Next up, eradication.

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Same result. Nothing more 'stable' than a corpse.

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Valkyrie pop. Chants of war.

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They'd just dispatched their gäng in hot blood -- things were no doubt 'a little hazy' before the EMTERR Pop Marathon.

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Read: A very bad time in the nearest vacant aircraft hangar.

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RED IN TOOTH AND CLAW.

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TURNS OUT REVOLUTIONARY-CRAFTED STEEL DOES NOT EASILY CRACK. OR BREAK. OR EVEN BEND.

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A glimpse. Then void. The stars above were unmoved. Many didn't exist in time to witness it. In the distance, pop music played.

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Cranial fragment halo. Blood chromosphere. Heart deranged.

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But nothing he could easily forget. Push him a little.

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'Atta boy, we should be on our feet saluting that shit.

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To follow him home.

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What class of music player is that headphone wire connected to? Must be a high-end import -- likely customised -- equally compelling.

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THE REACTIONARY LAYS DOWN HIS CUSTOMISED GARMENTS AND TURNS TOWARD THE LIGHT.

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Your assignment could do with a professional operant.

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Within the hull, Ultra Violeta clasps her keyboard to her chest and stares unblinking at her damp shoes.

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Former enemies can often make the most loyal allies.

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By night, the Dreameater Chrisom drinks the tears of sleeping birds. By day, its brilliant ventral display wards off its natural predators.

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The antithesis of camouflage.

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PAPERING OVER GENUINE FEELING WITH MONEY. HOW ORIGINAL.

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THIS GARMENT BEARS THE TECHNICOLOUR INDECISION OF REACTION.

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Something about them is vaguely terrifying, the way things crafted for the human head or face often are.

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These things are heavyweight. An annihilating force, captured and contained within two masses of metal, foam, and electric wiring.

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A vertical clip running across the top, patterned guards on both sides and is that... two triggers? Verdict's in: this gun is far cooler than yours.

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And you both know it.

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Don't forget the one in the chamber.

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A BALLISTIC CUCKOLD.

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There is a little vacuum of gun-shaped space beneath your coat.

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Why aren't you armed, again? This man has already used his weapon on you once.

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That adds up. Last time he just shot and never spoke a word.

Trivial

That confirms it. He's after the popstar.

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A massive sign marked 'NONCE' flashes red in your mind.

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There it is. The moon.