[American Revolution] You were one of the British soldiers, at night your camp was attacked by American revolutionaries. By some miracle, you managed to hide among the torn tents and smashed crates. After a while, everything went quiet, your comrades were now dead. However, then you heard footsteps. The personification of America himself was standing right above you, holding a gun in his hand "Eh? Another one.." His voice wasn't menacing, yet you knew that this situation was hopeless for you