[ WP ] The Occupy movement in New York never ended , but rather growing into a violent revolution culminating in the occupation of New York . The President makes an announcement .

It had been years since Zuccotti Park was free of barbed wire. A large concrete wall surrounded the plaza, a thousand V masks for each revolutionary lost in the fighting so far. You'd mistake Lower Manhattan for Mogadishu if it were n't for the skyscrapers that watched over the fighting. The compound for the Occupy movement was never quiet, the rattle of gunfire or the occasional pained yell as another fighter was brought back from the frontlines. 
 
 The fighting had become entrenched by the 5th year. For every advance made on Central Park, there were another 50 casualties. Minesweepers had a full time job of clearing paths, just to be shot by a remote gunpod, flying over the metropolitan No Man's Land. Today however seemed different, a lull had settled over the battlefield. All that could be heard was the occasional burst of gunfire or the low hum of the Emergency Broadcast System screens throughout the city. 
 
 Maybe it was the reverence for the day. 10 years since the revolution began and that first tent and sign was raised in protest. The 99 % had lost many but continued to fight. The 1 % still remained strong, and today they would deliver the final blow. The view screens flickered, the hum of the screens replaced with the anthem of a broken union. The face of the enemy flashed on screen, to address his ailing public. 
 
'My fellow Americans. It has been ten years since the seeds of chaos were sown in our great nation. Radicals gathered to destroy our honourable values and throw us into pandemonium. We tried to reason with them, we tried our best to comprehend their hatred and talk them back on the righteous path. But we failed. We showed then mercy and compassion but their hatred festered. They cast the first stone, they took the first life and they continue to poison everything they touch. They have taken our monuments to our strength and our bravery, and defile them with their vile propaganda. I for one, will stand no longer.' 
 
 The screen changes, showing a diagram of Lower Manhatten. A diagram of a blast zone was overlaid on the top of it. 
 
'We must cut out the cancer which has plagued our nation for too long. Mercy has failed, so we will retaliate in the only language these vermin understand. our old metropole will be cleansed and returned to its rightful owners. Justice will be swift and final. We will take back what is rightly ours. God bless America and god have mercy on their souls.'
