I look around me, but all I seem to see is people going nowhere, expecting sympathy. It's like we're going through
the motions of a scripted destiny. Tell me, where's our inspiration? If life won't wait, I guess it's up to me.
When I'm Gone, by Simple Plan
Hollow's society was broken. Far too much of the nefarious was going on, and it was thrust upon the people in
their everyday lives. People lived with the concerns of occupation and domination, but they were content to curse the impending
darkness rather than picking up a light and doing about it.
Thus began a small enclave of radicals known as the Torchlight Rebels. Founded by one young man wanting to secure individual
freedoms for all people, the Rebels began to whittle away at the growing threats to personal liberty, using whatever means
were necessary to see their goals to fruition -- even if they were considered "terrorist" or "radical" acts. When one of upstanding
valor threatened the same kind of forced living upon the people, they then rose there as well, causing people to wonder about
their true intentions.
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Who are these progressives, and what is their intent? That is what the people of Hollow feel they must know.
Their identities don't mean much -- most who associate with the movement do so without disclosing that fact -- but what
is more important is to understand what exactly it is that this political machination stands for. Simply put, it is a libertarian
movement geared to personal liberty for all people without the interference of governance in day-to-day life. And the movement's
operatives will do just about anything to see that their agenda is seen, heard, and brought about.
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