To: All of my Bretonian ''Friends''...

[Pinko]

A man aged around 26 stands in the middle of a blank room, and grins insanely at the camera. He combs his red hair, chuckling and then blows a kiss toward it. Weirdly, he wears a Bretonian Armed Force jumpsuit, although it seems old and dirty. The man seems pale, sick, and his blue eyes nearly are of grey shades. He doesn't seem to have a single ounce of fat, or muscle. His gleeful but crazed smile showed his yellow teeth. He then tries to keep his calm, but keeps on laughing and laughing.

''My dear Bretonian Friends... do you recognize me...?''

He arches his back and starts chuckling loudly, but then starts choking.

''Yeah, yeah, sorry about that... What was I saying? Oh yeah! ((He clears his throat and now takes a psychopat look)) You, Bretonian Armed Forces, thought you would get rid of me this easily, no? By getting me locked in Newgate and forgetting me in there for the rest of your pretty simple lives, no? Well, you were darn wrong. Ooooh, So Vewy, VEEEERY wrong...''

He then stops talking and shifts the camera, showing several mutilated bodies, all of them wearing BPA official suits. Body parts are splattered everywhere, and one of them is still screaming from pain. The man holding the camera then yells ''SHUDDUP!'', draws a blaster and shoots him, and half of the man's brain explodes.

''See? Those were the guys that were guarding me at Newgate... yeah, I know, I made a big mess, I hate to spit blood everywhere, it's so icky and all...just put some bleach and it'll go... so, anyway, those are the guys who were guarding me on newgate. The day that Bretonia completely forgave about me, I decided it was time for me to return. You guys should really, really train your police better... They had their tasers and all, and that didn't do a single thing.... eh, I guess that I was so mistreated there that I didn't care. Being beat up every single day, almost never being fed, all that was rather boring. It just made me even more angry at the lot of you, Bretonia.

Think I forgot how you treated me in the past? Think I forgot how the whole lot of you tried to ruin me before? Think I forgot all those... nasty associations you have with everyone, all of that propaganda you create just to install fear in the heart of the people and keep them under control? No. I forgot nothing. I didn't forget a single thingof what happened. My time in BAF, my time as a... petty ''terrorist''... yeah, I know I was awful, but let a guy a chance to adapt...!''

He takes a glass of water to rest from all that speech he nearly yelled through, and then close ups his face.

''NO Bretonians will be safe while I'm around... Gaians, Mollies, Junkers, BMM, Privateers, bring'em all. They will all die for their treason. Or my name isn't....


WALTER LEBLANC''

He then keeps on screaming his laughs, but his eyes are still empty of all emotions, but as soon as he stops laughing, he starts raging, and throws the camera against the wall, which breaks in thousands of pieces.

The transmission ends, and life goes on.

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I want to get off Mr. Igiss' wild ride.