Revolution

This story takes place in the perspective of two narrators; one for the body of the story and one for the conclusion. This pasta has been migrated from the SomeOrdinaryGamers Wiki and I am the original author. I'd love to hear your opinions in the comment section below.

-Sshakenbakee

Part 1: Revolution
Our world wasn’t always like this. My grandparents have told me about days of freedom and independence, days where everyone had something special about them and was able to share that special something with the world. However, that all changed when a deranged doctor showed up with a device to eliminate all that. He used the device to destroy independence and mutate the animals, all while leaving the cities in ruins. The once beautiful landscape of the planet had been reduced to rubble, leaving the soil with barely enough nutrients to grow fruit trees and crops. The once diverse culture of people has been replaced with people that wear the same clothes and eat the same things day in and day out. Anyone who doesn’t live by this lifestyle are frowned upon and punished by our dictator; the Doctor.

                 My grandparents were the only ones with the knowledge of the days before the Doctor. They had to be kept in hiding so they couldn’t be executed. In our basement is where they were kept; it was their salvation. I’d go down to visit them every day and they always told me the same thing; ''‘You’re destined to do great things. What they are is up to you.’ ''Those words have being ringing in my head since they passed away. It’s been 5 years since their passing, and I have been wondering what ‘great things’ I’ll be doing. I wasn’t sure until that fateful day.

                 I was walking in the market getting some fruit for my parents when I heard an uproar happening on the south side of the square. I rushed over to where the commotion was and saw two people having rope tied around their necks. People seemed to approve of the hanging of these people. That’s when I realized; the two people being hung were wearing tie-dye suits. They must have been protesting against the doctor, I thought to myself. The crowd was hushed as the executioner walked towards the lever on the right-hand side of the stage. Wrapping his hand around it, he paused for a few seconds as one of the protesters yelled something at him.

‘YOU MAY TAKE OUR LIVES, BUT YOU’LL NEVER TAKE OUR INDEPENDAN…’

                 He never got to finish as the executioner pulled the lever and the two protesters dropped below the stage. You could hear their necks snap as their bodies fell. After, they just hung there, cold and lifeless. The audience applauded and cheered as the protesters were sent to their deaths. A few minutes passed and the commotion died down. I stood there, looking at the protesters. My grandparent’s words repeated in my head; ''‘You’re destined to do great things. What they are is up to you.’'' I knew what I had to do; I had to rebel against the Doctor and start a revolution.

                 I stayed up late that night planning my revolution. I needed to know how to start it, how to get everyone’s attention. I had a few ideas in my head, but I couldn’t choose which one to use. I’d have to give it more thought during the day before I make my decision.

                 The next day, my parents brought me to restaurant in the square for lunch. It had recently opened and was very popular. It had all-day breakfast, something my father loved. The animals mutated because of the Doctor’s device and weren’t allowed to be eaten as it would kill anyone if they ate their meat. However, this restaurant found a way to cleanse the meat of the harsh chemicals in order to make them edible. I ordered the ‘traditional breakfast’; weary of what it would taste like. From what I saw, everyone seemed to love that dish, so I thought I’d order it because of everyone’s reactions. Twenty-five minutes passed and we got our food. All three of us ordered the same thing. I looked down at my plate and what I saw didn’t help my appetite; the meat, along with the hen buds, had a greenish hue to them. The bread looked normal, but the rest looked distasteful. My parents began to eat right away and looked like they were enjoying it a lot. I picked up my knife and cut into the meat. It was tender and juicy, so I thought it wouldn’t be as bad as I thought it would be. I put the piece I cut off into my mouth and began to chew. My eyes widened as I reached for my napkin and spat out the meat. It tasted horrid, like someone marinated it in sewage. I decided to eat the hen buds next. I put some into my mouth and spat it out just as fast. It tasted worse than the meat! I grabbed the bread to cleanse my mouth of the disgusting taste. I ate as slowly as I could and pretended I was full when I ate both slices.

                 That night, I was in my bed wide awake. I finally had a way to rebel against the Doctor; I was going to share with the world my opinion of the restaurant’s food. I was going to wear eye catching clothing under my normal clothes as I make my way to the square. Once I’m on the hanging stage, I’ll rip my normal clothes off, put on a hat, and shout my opinion through a megaphone. I couldn’t tell my parents about it, as they would just stop me. It was something I had to do alone.

                 It was 11:45 AM when I entered the square. I was going to rebel at noon exactly and nothing was going to stop me. I was doing this for myself, my grandparents and the world. I nervously waited until 11:55 to make my way to the hanging stage. Once it was time, I stood up and walked towards it. Once I was on the stage, I took a deep breath as my grandparent’s words repeated once again in my head; ''‘You’re destined to do great things. What they are is up to you.’'' I ripped off my bland clothing to show off my yellow shirt and white pants. I put on my red top hat and pulled out my megaphone from my backpack. I turned it on and I began to talk into it.

‘Everyone, listen up!’

                 People in the square began to turn in my direction and looked at me confused.

‘There is more to life than this simple and bland lifestyle. We can have our own unique talents and preferences if we try. It’s easy to do, I assure you!’

                 Two security guards began to walk in my direction, looking angrier than ever. I knew at that I had to talk fast.

‘Please, listen to me! Rebel against the Doctor and claim your independence!’

One of the guards swatted the megaphone from my hand and stepped on it, breaking it. He then grabbed my arms and pinned them against my back. The other guard clenched his right hand into a fist and struck me across the face. I fell to the ground with a thud and I began to lose conciseness. The last thing I remember were these words; ''‘You’re destined to do great things. What they are is up to you.’''

Part 2: Conclusion
I was sitting alone in the restaurant in the square. I ordered the ‘traditional breakfast’ and began to eat it eagerly. I took a bite out of the meat and spat it out. It tasted disgusting! That’s when I saw a young man wearing a yellow shirt, white pants and a red top hat enter the restaurant. I recognized him; he was the same person who rebelled against the Doctor last week. He looked at me and gave me a big grin. He began to walk towards me with the same sickening grin on his face. I gave him a slight smile but frowned a split second later, hoping he would stay away from me. He stood next to my table, staring at me. I looked up and decided to talk to him.

‘May I help you, son?’ I asked him.

‘I am Sam! Sam I am! Do you like green eggs and ham?’