REVOLUTION
IS
HERE
I am contagious. Beleaguered. People of the
distant world, watch out please, for fire. Now
everything is without control. We shall burn
the Capitol, and we shall take no prisoners.
My code for all of you, these secret words, go
out. Torch the land, round up and murder all
the powers-that-be. Start there, at least, then
move on to kill the rest. The small bulb in the
catered washroom, it is on and it burns hot.
Watch for the man with the checkered cloak;
his name shall be Olak, and he will bring you
forth any future messages
needed.
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