• The young man speaks among a group of older gentlemen. They seem to fluctuate between heated and calm speeches. A girl makes her way to the young man and whispers to him. The young man, known by them as Damien Khallos, sighs and looks down. He looks up to the men around him slowly, and when his eyes reaches them, they give him a nod for the go. Damien Khallos walks with the young woman down the hall. The hall filled with portraits and sculptures. He stops at a portrait of a woman named Ines Shumacher, and gives it a small salute before continuing. Damien walks in to the large room behind the young lady. The camera people turn their equipment on, and the make-up artist try to put their beautifiers on Damien. He pushes the make-up people away, "I don't need that crap.. People can stand seeing the real me." And so they would succumb to his will and back down. They tend to the young lady, and Damien sighs.

    The camera man in the middle brings up a hand spread, and the young lady quickly sprints to behind him. He slowly takes away each finger for a second -- for Damien each finger taken is an eternity. The camera man finally counts down to one and the cameras flick on, and he snaps a straight hand towards Damien. Damien stares in to the cameras for a few seconds, "Hello, everyone. Brothers, sister, and those I have yet to greet. In the past week, we have suffered a fierce strike upon ourselves, upon our nation. Now, we find ourselves trapped. Unable to find our way through the darkness. Humans have always tread from the light, and that is why we find ourselves in the dark. Now are the darkest of the eSouth African days, so now WE must find ourselves in one another. I respectively fought along side those when Ines was president, and voted for the fair lady myself. She was devoted, and kind to all who did not think low of her. When one was to put a boot to her, she would show them they needed more than just a damned boot to stop her. Now, we must show our enemies that as well. We must do something that can shake the very foundation of their government's core. By now, I have guaranteed my spot on their watch-list. No doubt they themselves know what I am trying to get at here."

    He sits back and twines his fingers together with a satisfied smirk. He nods his head, "So, they had a plan? We don't yet. Give it time. But who says someone doesn't already got-a-plan, hm? Well, now as we wait, you all may have heard about our 'paradise' being in Australia's arms. BULL ----! Don't believe that for a dang second. Sure, Australia was always our friend. Right. After we were blamed for their loss, did they ever really trust us again? No, because they needed someone to blame something on. They did not see that eSouth Africa itself was in a jam, as Exilious and his band were hacking our Madam President and trying to take our nation from us. Exilious must be laughing in his grave at us now. Should we stand by and take that? Yea, now you all are thinking it 'This guy's just blowing his horn, what's his deal'? Well, think what you will, but there's people out there who get me and know what I'm saying. Not long ago, I was a simple short-story writer for eSouth Africa. Never in my dreams did I see a day that on eRepublik I would actually have to say this quote. When I saw what happened to eSA, I looked back to that story, and knew that quote was meant for a time like this. As recorded by my good friend John Redwood: "Those days not long ago,still seared in to the back of our minds, like a hot iron on a cattle's skin to mark who we were. There were wars that divided, but still in the devastation, and the fear that was spread over us like a curtain; we found friends. We found allies and those who we could count on. I found friends. I found love. I lost it all. But I never lost my will to fight. To fight for those I've lost and those I have yet to lose. So, I fight on. I know this message may never come.. So I may only finish with this..

    We.
    Must.
    Fight.
    On."

    And that is the direct quote, actually. So, what is it everyone? Move along to new countries and start over again? Or will you fight for eSouth Africa? Many of you were born here, why would you leave your motherland to be flaunted by self-righteous hypocrites? Well, I sir shall not. I shall stand fight, and I shall most likely die along the way, but that is a duty of a soldier. Now, as I look back to the assault on our land, I will say this my dear friends.."

    The young man sighs and looks forward to the camera, "In the end, I can say we could only watch. For that is truthfully all we could do as our once beautiful nation burned like the fields of Hell fire."

    The camera cuts and regular television shows come back.