10-05-2026, 09:12 AM
The Final Opportunity.
February 26, 5726 - Undisclosed location, Luthori.
Luthori is the capitalist hell-hole, and they knew it.
Labour, the Tories, the Liberals, the Left, all of them served the Great Capital with mind-blowing levels of loyalty. Nobody in the political sphere was willing to do anything for the workers, perfectly content with the status quo. They all say: “capitalism needs to be reformed, not destroyed” or “communists are the antithesis to what we strive to build”
Valentina had seen it all, every single excuse to defend this madness of an ideology, to defend capitalism, their pitiful attempt to put it in the “workers’ interest”. When her father killed himself due to crippling debts and her mother went into a mental asylum, capitalism wasn’t in “her interest”, it was however actively destroying her and her family. When the Prince of Orange was nearly killed, the whole nation was emotionally distressed, where was that worry, that distress when her father died? It was nowhere to be seen, his death was reported in the media, sure. They said it was a “saddening incident”, offered thoughts and prayers, and went on with their day.
Oh, did she hate these guys, how would she want to put them in their place, one day, she needed to avenge her father – he was disrespected even after death, she couldn’t let it slide, she-
Just as she fell deep into her vengeful thoughts, one sound was able to wake her up.
“Wake up, we got work to do.” the voice said as it promptly left.
Work, that’s right, they had work to do, she had nearly forgot why she was here. She instinctively walked alongside the man in the narrow corridor of the makeshift base of operations, they had been working underground ever since the Domestic Intelligence Agency discovered one of their bases and led an operation leading to the arrest of numerous members, putting their plans into jeopardy.
But what plans, they may ask. Plans which will change an entire nation, she would answer.
The thing is, today, something felt off – the maps were scattered, people were running everywhere and their leader, the one which named herself “Flower” as her codename was nowhere to be seen. They had been summoned into her office, alongside other high-ranking leaders, she learned.
As she stepped into the room, she sat down alongside the four others, and Flower was in her bed, one hand massaging her temple in exasperation. Files were scattered left and right on her desk and the room looked more like a mess than an actual room.
“Well,” she said “now that everyone is here, I can tell you, we’re fucked.”
“How so?” one asked, they all gasped at the crude words, how the hell could they be fucked? Their plan was nearly complete; they just needed to wait until the opening days of the World Cup to make their move.
“One of our liaison intel agents got busted by the DIA” she simply answered, letting out a sigh of exasperation. “We need to make this now or we won’t be able to.”
The room became silent suddenly, a silent understanding setting in upon the different men and women present in it. If they couldn’t make their move at their preferred opportunity, they would have to make it now.
And at last, make Luthori see the inevitable fate of capitalism.
February 26, 5726 - Undisclosed location, Luthori.
Luthori is the capitalist hell-hole, and they knew it.
Labour, the Tories, the Liberals, the Left, all of them served the Great Capital with mind-blowing levels of loyalty. Nobody in the political sphere was willing to do anything for the workers, perfectly content with the status quo. They all say: “capitalism needs to be reformed, not destroyed” or “communists are the antithesis to what we strive to build”
Valentina had seen it all, every single excuse to defend this madness of an ideology, to defend capitalism, their pitiful attempt to put it in the “workers’ interest”. When her father killed himself due to crippling debts and her mother went into a mental asylum, capitalism wasn’t in “her interest”, it was however actively destroying her and her family. When the Prince of Orange was nearly killed, the whole nation was emotionally distressed, where was that worry, that distress when her father died? It was nowhere to be seen, his death was reported in the media, sure. They said it was a “saddening incident”, offered thoughts and prayers, and went on with their day.
Oh, did she hate these guys, how would she want to put them in their place, one day, she needed to avenge her father – he was disrespected even after death, she couldn’t let it slide, she-
Just as she fell deep into her vengeful thoughts, one sound was able to wake her up.
“Wake up, we got work to do.” the voice said as it promptly left.
Work, that’s right, they had work to do, she had nearly forgot why she was here. She instinctively walked alongside the man in the narrow corridor of the makeshift base of operations, they had been working underground ever since the Domestic Intelligence Agency discovered one of their bases and led an operation leading to the arrest of numerous members, putting their plans into jeopardy.
But what plans, they may ask. Plans which will change an entire nation, she would answer.
The thing is, today, something felt off – the maps were scattered, people were running everywhere and their leader, the one which named herself “Flower” as her codename was nowhere to be seen. They had been summoned into her office, alongside other high-ranking leaders, she learned.
As she stepped into the room, she sat down alongside the four others, and Flower was in her bed, one hand massaging her temple in exasperation. Files were scattered left and right on her desk and the room looked more like a mess than an actual room.
“Well,” she said “now that everyone is here, I can tell you, we’re fucked.”
“How so?” one asked, they all gasped at the crude words, how the hell could they be fucked? Their plan was nearly complete; they just needed to wait until the opening days of the World Cup to make their move.
“One of our liaison intel agents got busted by the DIA” she simply answered, letting out a sigh of exasperation. “We need to make this now or we won’t be able to.”
The room became silent suddenly, a silent understanding setting in upon the different men and women present in it. If they couldn’t make their move at their preferred opportunity, they would have to make it now.
And at last, make Luthori see the inevitable fate of capitalism.
"With all due respect, this is a bunch of malarkey." ~ President Joseph R. Biden Jr.
Primary in Luthori.
Primary in Luthori.