”You’d fall to your knees, as you’d watch the Nation’s Flag burn…swaying in the wind.. as it was hanging high.. that once great flag was now turning to ash, and you could only watch…with tear filled eyes, wearing your burnt and torn L’manberg uniform, you’d hum “My L’Manberg” the anthem one last time.. before you’d hear a crunch sound behind you.. quickly turning you’d see your swore enemies…”Dream.. George and Sapnap…the ones who aimed to destroy this country,..quickening to your feet,..”