[setting: late evening,urban city street that has been torn up. A dim light shine through the black if the night. Silence except for the occasional rustling caused by the light breeze. A haggard man walking cautiously down the city street dressed warmly clutching his rifle with both hands]
Life used to be good. Life used to be easy and carefree. We didn't know it then but we sure do now. You could walk down the street without fearing for your life, meander around, hangout at the street corners or in front of buildings. We never really knew how easy we had it. That was until.... "it" happened. It wasn't overnight it was gradual. First was the yo-yo markets followed by the decline of the dollar. Protests flared up here, there, everywhere. Other countries tried to help but the arrogance of our society stopped them before they had a chance. Our government decided in order to slow the decline of the dollar and increasing loan defaults, chose to print more money. It helped, but not for long. Washington policy had stalled after the 2010 elections which voted in republican house and a democratic senate. For the next two years Washington sat on its hands in stalemate. All the while our economy slowly the quickly grinder to a halt. Protests became marches, marches became riots, and riots... Riots changed it all.
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