Reverse Corruption- Long Live The King

      In 1999, a document found in the remote mountains in Northern Montana. It seems to be a message from the distant future, how far in the future is not known.  Scientists are continuing to test to see if it is in fact authentic This is a transcript of said document:

   In a distant future, the world as you know it will fall into anarchy and chaos. Wars will break out, leading to the downfall of humanity. Almost all of the populations of North America, South America and Australia were killed or taken hostage by forces from overseas. In the years to follow, the few surviving powers, which included Japan, France, Great Britain, Germany and a few other countries, were able to end the conflict permanently. They had formed one single government, a weird mixture of all previous times of governments. Their leader was a King. King Nathaniel Pascal, originally from France, united them under his rule. The conflict had ended, the lives of the few million left saved from a brutal demise. The world was at peace. Since there weren't any rival countries to risk war or conflict, the combined intellect of the hundreds of former soldiers, generals, and scientists were able to discover new scientific breakthroughs. Medical technology was more advanced as it had every been before. Amazing life saving procedures were created that could save someone from practically any disease or injury.

   It seemed that the prosperity would last forever. Sadly, when King Pascal died at the age of 91, a new leader was elected. A man named Hans Criss was the one to take the throne. Under his order, many of the new technology was destroyed, save for a few of the machines placed in his castle. The new king made it illegal to get the life-saving treatments without paying a horrendously expensive tax. Many of the poor and sick under class couldn't afford to get the treatments. People started dying from things that used to be easily fixed even before the world ended. Mothers held their children in their arms, crying as they passed away from a simple cut or a minor sniffle. King Criss didn't care. His rule was one without mercy, kindness, or compassion.

   The peasants grew tired of his rule, fearing he would eventually out right kill them. An underground rouge group was formed called The Forces of Pascal, in honor of the king that nurtured their once glorious kingdom. For a time, the Forces used guerrilla tactics to destroy guard towers, steal medication for the poor, and find the best solution to dethrone King Criss. This is where I come in. My name is J. Or at least that's what the other rebels called me. I was more than just another rebel. I was the head of the resistance. When it came to strategy, my word was the only one they trusted. Which is a good thing too. Some of the rebels wanted to rush in and kill the king and his guards, but I never let them take a single life. King Pascal wanted a world without killing.  I planned on honoring his will.

   We had finally found a way to get rid of that animal Criss once and for all. One of his most trusted guards, a girl named Shivol, was actually one of our spies in the castle. She was able to get her hands on a drug that Criss's medical staff was experimenting with. After she showed us what it did, I knew it was exactly what we needed. A peaceful way to get rid of him without killing. I was  with my best fighters of the Forces to figure out the best way to get to the king. Shivol came up with the perfect plan. Since she was his guard, she said she could bring a few of us in as "Prisoners"  and take us to the throne room. Apparently, Criss had every prisoner brought to him upon capture. He would make them grovel and beg for mercy before sending them to the dungeon to rot and starve.  He never executed them because he wanted those who opposed him to suffer. A cruel man indeed, not even giving them the mercy of a quick demise. I wanted to kill the bastard, but I knew what was right. We didn't even need to plan much more than that. I didn't want to risk too many people's lives, so only three people besides Shivol. We were all armed with pistols, loaded with tranquilizer shots. Except me. Mine was loaded with the drug Shivol took. I planned on ending that man's rule personally. For the hundreds of lives I've seen destroyed under his command. We planned on attacking the night day. Tomorrow, I would be the one to avenge those who lost their lives by his hand.

`    As Shivol guided us as "Prisoners" through the halls of the castle, I felt the rush of adrenaline flow through me. I was deep behind enemy lines, risking the whole resistance movement on this one mission. I appointed someone to replace me if this fails, but he might not want obey the command of not killing anyone. So this plan had to work. For the legacy of King Nathaniel Pascal.