The Insurrection
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Complete Thu, Jun 10, 20213h 5m
They say a riot is the language of the unheard, so that is what we do.
We hope to change the World and fight against UniFed.
We hope to change the World and make UniFed surrender to us.
We hope to change the World and survive the consequences.
The youth, UniFed, and the World.
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