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>Name: Stanislav Okolvich
>Caste: Mech
The calls for revolution sing over the mountains of Venus! It calls only to Stanislav! On the outskirts of civilization there lives a hermit consumed with insanity, senility, and blind patriotism for a nation that no longer exists.The illiterate deserter and deranged revolutionary lives in his own filth and revels in sending homemade explosives to corporate plazas and urban locales. To hell with civilization! Nothing beats huffing paint thinner and shipping scrap metal pipe bombs to the corp who wronged him somehow, someway, fifty plus years ago, bah! the rapidly growing dementia only fuels the flames of revolution.
He works endlessly on his tools of societal destruction, choking down a fat cigar. disregarding the countless messages that hit his futuristic doo hickey answering machine as he cackles and hums to centuries old operas. You’re almost a million in debt and we will find you? Lies! Several warnings and threats from the corporations that used to own you? Let them come! You’ve become some sort of obscure trend among the youth who read a decades old barely legible rambling and think you’re some kind of brilliant anarchist philosopher? Societal hijacking of the cause! They know nothing of true strife! Like when..
The dementia’s hitting. He can’t remember
But doesn’t care. He’s waiting for the day the white collars trigger the several tons of military grade fucker shredder tier explosives wired to blow beneath his front door. They can come and collect his taxes if they can survive the thousands of nails and shrapnel turning them into pasta sauce at terminal velocity. Until then he drinks, huffs, and welds away within the depths of his terrorist den scrap metal cave
