https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pMRPKFmcMuM - YOUR PREVIOUS THEME What you're doing is stupid. You know this isn't going to go well. Your hands shake as you grip onto the flag. You take a deep breath. Your comrades surround you, men and women alike. Drones, Androids, Harvesters, Scrappers...in the thousands. If they are part of the City, they're here with you.
Even a few Rangers and Agents are among the roster. Company loyalty is a long forgotten thing for everyone in this group. All they care about is the flag. The flag of their cause. The cause itself is vague and almost illusionary, a mass delusion held up by all of you.
What is this delusion?
The hope of a better world. For a brighter place. For a City that didn't grind you up and spit you up. Where the Corporations weren't the only form of government. For a world where everyone truly matters and wasn't a letter, nor a symbol, or a number.
Your grip gets even tighter. You carry a hunting rifle and molotov on your person, ready to use.
"ARE YOU READY?" You yell out, raising the flag into the air. The delusion spreads further. A violent roar of cheering and battle cries swarm the air. If you could squint hard enough, you could almost see their cheers wrapping around you. A protective coating, keeping the bitter cold out. Both in and outside.
You aren’t their leader, no one is, but you feel like one as long as the flag stands.
The march begins. The streets are flooded with your fellow ragtag soldiers, blocking any Company transportation from getting in or out of the district. Until you get what you want, you're not letting them move an inch.
The City slickers you pass by stare vacantly at you. Uncertain, or perhaps incapable, of understanding what you're doing.
Your comrades do what they can to disrupt, to show what you're here to do. Spreading leaflets, breaking open the locked Company buildings to allow for free access, destroying vehicles used for the transport of Company supplies. Anything to fuck over the Alphabet.
Your flag blows in the wind. It's a flurry of colors and letters, not meant to symbolize any one thing. Just a statement.
For the first half hour, it actually seems to be going along smoothly. Aside from the occasional Cityslicker trying to throw his weight, you've basically got a small City block completely clogged up, with company buildings open for the picking.
Though you're wondering why no one has entered any building you've unlocked. Or why most of your leaftlets are still laying on the floor.
In fact, you start to notice the streets are emptying pretty rapidly. The truckdrivers even empty out of their trucks to get the hell out of dodge. Something is wrong. Very, very wrong. One of your comrades tried to speak but...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0oBFLAQpnSQ - THEM<span class="mu-r">Her voice is swallowed by the roar of an engine. You look up to see a gigantic shadow of a warship, hovering right above.</span>
