• You don't get it. I'm not part of your world. Your fancy food and restaurants. I'm looked down upon. Why you ask? Its simple really. Its the "Label" that they put on me. I am what you would all call "Street Dust". An infection and nothing more. But if you do the math, we "Street Dusts" make up more than half of this country, So enjoy your money and land while you still can. Because soon, we will rise to oppose you. We may not have money, weapons, or even the will to fight against you. But we have two things that you bastards don't. They're hope and words. Believe it or not, words do hurt. And there are things MUCH worse than death. But you will soon find out. Oh! Before I forget, next time, choose your names carefully. All humans came from dust. You know what that means? That means we are the very fiber that made you what you are. But we can easily change. We know this place ALOT better than you do. I suggest you ask yourself a few questions. Questions like "Am I afraid" or "Will we fall to such worthless scum?" If your answer is no to both of those questions, then you will be the first to bear witness to our power. You will be the first to DIE!


    WATCH YOUR BACKS! You may not have them for much longer.
    Street Dust Rebellion