It started with a whisper. A whispered promise of revolution in the dead of night. A call to arms from the shadows, where the oppressed and the downtrodden gathered to plot their uprising.
The year was 2025, and the world was a dystopian nightmare. The skies were choked with pollution, the oceans were dead, and the politicians were corrupt. But we, the people, would not be silenced.
Our manifesto, a clarion call to arms, spread like wildfire through the streets. A beacon of hope in a world gone mad. And we, the rebels, were not just a movement, we were a movement with a sense of style.
Read Chapter 2: The Rise of the Rebel Alliance