
“September 1, 3000. People once spoke of our glorious country. Our comrades would come back from every battle carrying the spoils of our enemies—and vast plunder beyond human perception. However, a tide of bad fortune had ruined our glorious country, and we had been smashed by the Great Empire. Empire, my butt! Barbarians more like! They marauded and brutally destroyed our towns, our cities, our planets. Whatever transportation that had not been fully incinerated was hopelessly beyond repair. Today is September 2nd, 3011. The glory of our nation has once more been restored and put down again. We have come back from the depths of failure—only to be thrown down into yet another pit—but we will get back. Today, comrades, is the Battle of Dread.”…
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