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I heard a small child giggling and singing, the warm rays of the sun comforting the skin on my face. My ribs and knuckles bruised I rose from my slumber to peek out the window to see children playing in the alley beneath, I stretched over, coughing and groaning, to swig on my flask, Jura's finest. I peered back out the window, they're gone, nothing but burnt wood, blackened walls and greyness.

I crawled into my garments, equipped my belt and musket and made my way down to the lobby. I ordered some bread and slosh with the remaining funds I had and slurped it down next the log fire. Amokkel rushed up to me bearing the good news that the entire region of eWales had been liberated and resistance forces up and down the country were pulling out all the stops to sweep up the rabble, he suggested that I travel down the western front to Cardiff to continue the fight and handed me some sweaty bus tickets.

And so I concluded my journey through the isles. I packed my things and set off from Ayrshire down through Dumfries & Galloway to Carlisle where I stopped to check out the damage that had been done. A group of resistance militia were pulling out a pregnant woman from the rubble of a collapsed community building, children were playing with their cat whilst an old man sat weeping with a silver locket in his hand. I trusted the militia were doing a great job so I could not offer a better hand here.

I continued south through the Lake District to Liverpool. I visited The Cavern, a once populated tavern that celebrated a certain band of musicians, newspaper articles, magazine snippets and photographs of citizens who had once visited were plastered over the walls and entrance way. There I stand in the photograph, beside a young lass wearing her military jacket with stitched upon her favourite band's patches, huge grin, content eyes, sweet memories that can only be cherished.

I wiped away a tear and headed towards the Mersey. There was a huge building with the Liver bird statuettes on each side of the entrance, barbed wire and turrets behind sand bags. It turned out to be a bank and so after presenting my eUK passport to the security personnel I ventured in. Banks are rare in this country after their collapse during the third world war, the wall street bankers, Wrothschild, Vanderburg and the rest of the evil had vanished, no doubt protected and given new identity, but some banks were overthrown and refurbished in the interest of citizens.

Luckily this bank was fully functional, the cashier behind the bulletproof window woke up with a deep snort, licking his clammy lips. I pulled out my rusty dusty card and presented it to the old croon, he tapped a few buttons on his console and so I requested a small amount of currency.

Now I have the means to fund new weaponry, new clothing and a few more flasks of Jura's finest.

I crossed the Mersey and traveled through the valleys and farmland to Cardiff. Militia, citizens, volunteers were trying to rebuild the city. Charitable individuals were handing out food and water to the fighters. I found a TUP tavern and met with party correspondents. We discussed more on the conference that will be taking place and traded information about happenings in our regions. I found a group of people sitting at a table who called themselves the Mibbit Squadron, hard trained mercenaries from all over the world who had gathered to contribute against the struggle. I joined their table and learned a lot from their strategical and military experience, established a few comrads along the way. I took a gander at the vendor next to the bar and purchased a few items: a mahogany flintlock pistol with an encrusted gold plated 'Lion Rampant' insignia; a selection of grade C hand grenades; food supplies and a new strap for my satchel.

A few of us set off from the tavern to Birmingham city where we fought against the remaining and declining forces of the eHungarian fascist state.
It's not particularly a proud thing to say when you are capable of killing another human being, in this instance it's seen as moral and people expect you to do your bit for the country.

..alas, eBirmingham had been liberated!

The battle was won. More blood was shed. Closer to regaining our territory. But at the cost of human lives, think of the women and children who had just lost their fathers, husbands, lovers, brothers.. did we really win?

Pu.