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// A meeting back together. 
// Story: Dawn’s Break 
// by Chemtest 
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(One day later, Survior POV)

Me and Avatar walk back through the forest, reflecting upon our new allies. Stalliongrad now rests under Soviet control, and firmly stands with us against Dawnbreaker’s Regiem. Good thing about this land is that it will support Communism unlike Earth. The Union suffered from famine, which isn’t a problem here. With all the food, and useless buildings, it will work. Also, Stalin, Trotsky, and Lenin agreed to lead equally, and even bring in another that is voted up by citizens. Meaning power will be split between them three, and a President evenly.

Too add on to this, they gave us some stuff as thanks. Avatar chose one of those furry Russian hats... ushanka, I think it’s called. And I got a hammer and sickle pin, that I pinned on the shoulder opposite of the BOS logo. A good reminder of the thin ice that is power.

I do hear some weird noises as we walk through the forest, however.

—(Chem POV)—

Me and the Courier drunkenly walk through the forest, deaked out in gold and silver. I think we managed to make the country go broke in a night because of what we did. I pour whiskey into Courier’s golden goblet. As we walk, we try our best to sing, “Dun dun dun- dun! Dun!”

I join in, “If you don’t like me you can kiss my ass! Come any closer and I’ll slap you with a fish named bass!”

The amount of magical gear covering me and the Courier would make a DND player shit the bed. I’m pretty sure it’s actually impossible to kill me with all of this. I litterly am wearing a crown made of swords!

Either way, we’re almost back to the base.

(Third person)

Two parties walk in to the building at the same time, from differnt entrances. Slender and Raven were resting, and look up when they arrived. All of them had the same thing to say when they saw each other.

“What the hell happened to you?”