Revolution
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Revolution. The largest company in the world. The only place safe from the Fear, a destructive plague which swept the world. Revolution was all that was left, or so we thought. Then, they started to create the Metallica, half human, half machine.
Only a handful of us escaped from the Fear.
We are all that's left of the free minded people. This is our history, your history, the one untainted by Revolution. Don't let our sacrifice be in vain. Use these recordings and destroy Revolution. I will tell you this now, this fact which you cannot ignore.
Revolution created the Fear. They created it so that they could get away with creating the Metallica. Don't trust anyone. Don't even trust yourself.
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