Dawn of the Jacobin Onslaught

It was the dawn of the Jacobin onslaught in the CSWA.  And history was indeed my trump card.

That night will be remembered as a momentous one.

Not only when Adam-X admitted to alcoholism; not just the mere destruction of the Authority; but the genesis of a new force that would never lay down their arms in the conflict to come.

The hegemony of the Darkness/Authority is going to come to an end.

It will be our time to burst through the chaos and restore reason, order - sanity.

Freedom.

The price?

Blood.

A price that will be gladly paid.

A fact I hope that these men, and every other within the ranks of our glorious federation - and in particular 187 - are cognizant.

We have no real qualm with 187.  Not at all really.  They are remarkable men, capable of feats that almost nobody within the Jacobins are capable.  We needed a suitable starting target.  And they were the ones whom Fate chose for us to strike out against.

And ultimately -

destroy.

That shall all unfold in due time though.  This week was merely the beginning.  The Viewer's Choice wildfire was a gift to both myself and Chris Wright.  For weeks the four of us - myself, Seamus, TSM, Wright - all plotted and conspired, behind the scenes of course.  Each attack - on the Darkness, on 187 - were masterfully planned and executed flawlessly.  All the while leaving everyone to scratch their heads and wonder just who those four masked men were.

Now all is known.  All is revealed.  At least, partially.

All in good time.

Now the waiting game begins.

What will 187's next move be.  Or that of the Darkness.  Or even Jeff.  The Authority has crumbled.  We gladly await him with open arms.

But one thing is clear.  While I await and continue the early evolution of the Jacobins with my teammates, Ripper Longshanks' future is...dark.

At last.

Sweet vengeance.

And his sins will be purged as they rightfully should be.

I have not forgotten his assault on me as he revealed himself from Nemimiah to Longshanks.  The Deep End...the humiliation.

The taste lingers yet.

It is time to cleanse my palate with his blood.

And that night I shall do the Devil's bidding gladly.  

The dawn of the Jacobin onslaught is nigh.

And we shall leave everyone in the Central States, and the Coalition, quivering, and speaking the words that will become synonomous with greatness and passion and eternal drive.

Forever.

And forever.

And forever.

Libertas an mortis.


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