>The Year is 2050 It was such an awful war, especially towards the end. frens massacring frens. Blood spattering my helmet, as I held my pistol to the head of the last General of the Q-Rebellion... >You don't have to do this, Patriot. If you really don't want to kill me, and I know you don't, just trust the plan *Pop Pop* It was hard, killing off the last of them. They were special. They meant well. But so did the liberals. It meant nothing. We had to rebuild. We had to go back home... >Daddy... What is a nigger? I looked at her, for what felt like an eternity... I had no idea what to say... >Baby, a nigger isn't anything worth dying over... Nothing more, and nothing less...