[ WP ] It 's 2029 . The Purge has become a reality . Due to the expansive reach of the internet , however , the wealthy are now outnumbered by a cohesive unit of outraged poor led by a charismatic , and extremely strategic leader .

“ And I ask of you, who stole the bread from our mouths? Who let our sons and daughters die in agony in the streets while they lay in their yatchs under the sun? ” The red haired lady stood upon the forfront of the crowd, fire in her eyes as she spoke into a mic to the masses below. 
 
 “ The rich men! The white men! ” The response came in earnest, voices bellowing with the force of a thunderclap. 
 
 “ And I ask of you, what do they deserve for their sins? How shall we treat those who have taken all they could and left so little for us? ” She gave a smirk, knowing full well what the answer would be. 
 
 “ Death! Death! Death! ” The crowd called in unison, the chant coming like a wave across the stadium. 
 
 “ Then death it shall be! ” She shouted, raising her arm in a fist towards the sky. “ We shall march towards wall street like a flood of fire upon this den of greed and sin! By the time the sun rises there will not be a banker left alive in the streets of manhatten! And for those of you who are watching at home. ” She smirked, her voice dropping lower as she turned slightly towards a camera perched at the side of the stage. “ If you wish to join in, I urge you, get armed. ” 
 
 She reached into her pocked and the click of a sidearm echoed through the chambers, signaling the fall of America ’ s oligarchy. 

