20 years from now you still live in the same place, but post-apocalypse.
You can't believe it's come to this, but you're standing in a battle line with your neighbors to repel raiders. The raiders are milling about, they didn't expect this much resistance, and you see no reason to let them get organized... so as a respected elder, you heft your weapon forged from car parts and lead the charge!
What's your battle cry? What do you scream as you rush to die for your community?
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