We slaughter them. We squeeze every last bit of blood from them as we can. They surrender. And we are rewarded half of their territory, the other half going to California territories. We are told to rest at a nearby base, as we are not told when we will be needed for battle.

There’s word that the Central North-American Republic (North) has this radical leader. He is a speaker of hate. And they all support him. Him name is John Willton. He speaks messages of hate about all other territories. He says messages like “Throw them in jail and kill them all!” I don’t know what to think about this, but I immediately compare him to Adolf Hitler. While undoubtedly, Hitler was a far worse of a man, this man seems like a present day, more rational, Hitler.

3 Weeks later.

I am woken up to fire. I am surrounded. I cant move at all. I exit my sub-dreaming mind and get up to see the whole front side of our small, wooden base on fire. My friend screams “Its Wiltons army, they slaughtered all our forces up North!”