[ WP ] In his right hand he carried a dagger for vengeance . In his heart the blackness of hatred . On his left hand the declaration of their liberation . The feast of the oligarchs would soon come to a bloody end ...

The Christmas masquerade ball, a tradition for the aristocrats that allowed them to indulge themselves even more than they usualy could. For 3 months they had been redistributing food to gather enough to feed the pigs at the ball whilst the people still starved on the streets of the cities. It had been a year in planning to get him into the ball and the enforcer strain on the already existing food crisis had been the final straw to turn the people against them completely; in his right had: the dagger he would use to slit the viceroy's throat and in his left: the device that spark the war, their declaration of independance and take 12 Oligarchs out of the picture in an instant. He was the only volunteer that they were certain would go through with the plan, a man who had lost everything and had a very personal grudge against the Viceroy. 
 
 The party was in full swing when he infiltrated the mansion skyscraper, thanks to a servant who served as an insider for the revolution. Upon the stroke of 12, the Viceroy emerged to raucus fanfare, as usual, and began to mingle with the guests at, what would be, her final ball. Once the formalities were dealt with, the Viceroy approached a man stood alone by the bar wearing a plain suit and a white holo-mask with only two angled red lines to represent eyes. 
 `` How delightly minimalist,'' the Viceroy remarked as she demanded a drink from the barman. 
 
 `` Why thank you,'' he feigned civility whilst sneering beneath his mask. 
 
 `` Wait, your voice sound... familiar...'' she paused for a moment as she tried to place why he sounded like someone she knew. 
 
 `` So you remember me then, Alice? I'm touched,'' he mocked sarcastically as he reached for the knife and lunged for her abdoman, as the blood trickled down the blade towards his hand the room turned to him and within an instant, 12 men were dead and 12 brass casing littered the floor by his feet. the others could be dealt with later. A set of explosions across the city shattered the silent air of the december night. It had begun
