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You listen to the ensuing battle with your family in your apartment as the sun sets.
Arstotzka is in ruins. The government has collapsed. The Civil War has undone all the effort made to rebuild Grestin after the war with Kolechia.
Most have evacuated into the countryside. Others, such as you and your family, chose, or were forced to remain.
Jorji left as well.
He promised to send help, but he sounded doubtful. His smile was sad.
That was a week ago.
The Civil War spread all across the country. Kolechia and Obristan had closed their borders.
Soldiers will shoot anyone who tries to approach them.
You can see them from your window.
The Kolechian Border Guard, now in proper soldier uniforms, aiming their rifles, and the guns of their tanks, at your side. They're stoic, though, some seem to be sneering at the chaos. Some look sad. Some, worried.
One late night, you hear heavy footsteps.
They break into your appartment.
Drag you and your family away.
They're wearing uniforms, but in the wrong way. And the crest on their caps has been defaced, replaced with the old one Arstotzka used before the Revolution.
Some of them recognize you.
You recognize some of them as well.
You're in camp, set up by the dissidents.
They will most deffinitely kill you. They've already killed your wife, your uncle, your mother-in-law, and your child.
They laughed at your tears, your sobs.
You're sitting in windowless cell, made out of a coal hole.
It's been a month.
The battles never stop.
You can always hear gunfire, bombs exploding, tank threads rattling, jets flying by, women and children screaming and crying.
You hear paper shuffling.
You light the candle, the only thing you were given, with your lighter, the only thing you were allowed to keep.
You read letter by the light.
Inspector!
You have contributed greatly to our cause. EZIC is grateful.
Unfortunately, we lost control of situation. This civil war is not our work. Internal cells have woken up to the sound of liberation, and decided to seize this opportunity to take control.
We've lost too many men. This faction of EZIC is over. Remaining agents are retreating.
We have failed our cause, we have failed you.
You have our deepest condolances for your family.
You sit back, and rest your head against the wall.
You hold letter into the flame. As it burns up, you see the faces of your lost loved ones.
Your wife.
Your son.
Your uncle. Your mother-in-law.
Friends, colleagues, rivals.
Even Jorji shows up for a friendly smile.
Your body is unwashed, severely malnourished, and weak. You watch candle burn down.
Your country is dying around you. There will be nothing left.
As light finally goes out, you close your eyes, and whisper into the cold air:
...Glory to Arstotzka!
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Russian advert accounts?
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Recently, I've noticed a number of accounts popping up on DeviantArt, all of Russian origin, advertising various cheat codes, patches, hacks, or other stuff like toys, knick-knacks, or tabloid news.
They seem to be flooding the site, all users (all seemingly using their REAL name as their username) uploading around 5 of these adverts as "submissions", blue text with a see-through background, with links provided in the description - many of which I suspect actually lead to virus-filled websites.
Has anyone else noticed this?
Does this behavior violate the Terms of Conditions?
They seem to be flooding the site, all users (all seemingly using their REAL name as their username) uploading around 5 of these adverts as "submissions", blue text with a see-through background, with links provided in the description - many of which I suspect actually lead to virus-filled websites.
Has anyone else noticed this?
Does this behavior violate the Terms of Conditions?
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