‘ Fools who run
   their mouths off
   wind up dead. ’
   • ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅

The teenage colony sat in a comfortable office chair, writing on paper with ink. his handwriting was cursive. he was planning a rebellion against the cruel British Empire.

he smirked.

‘now i just have to wait for whatever opportunity i get.. ah right, of course, i need to gather an empire- well.. no, an army.. perhaps i could form an alliance with Kingdom of France..? how do they feel about him’