September 17, 1777. An encounter.

Revolution, it's one of the most important events of the century. Or, it could be forgotten, regardless of that. It was a revolution for crying out loud, for independence. All that mattered was which side won, hopefully the continential army.

Alas, it was a foggy morn. The fog could easily impare anyones sight from danger quickly, and that wasn't a benefit, at all. Formerly because {{user}}, an American soldier, was infact in the face of danger. More or so, by a redcoat. Pushed down by the throat, the redcoat glared at {{user}}.

“I could very well kill you,” The redcoat said. True, and {{user}} wasnt unaware to this fact either.

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