Daily crypto hate: The wrath of realityFar up the hill in their castle the bear lords watch as they are surrounded.
All around the castle hordes of rebel peasants that joined forces with brigands from the land are rilled up and throwing stones.
They all yell how the supremacy of the lords is going to end.
The high bear lord finishes his meal, peacefully.
He slowly walks to a microphone and in a calm appeasing soft but very deep voice says "Crowd please disperse. It is about to get very warm soon."
Every one in the crowd is looking at each other and wondering what he means.
The high lord then starts a countdown: "10 9 8..."
The crowd starts expecting something to happen but they do not know what.
"0."
A silence. And then... nothing.
The crowd then explodes in laugh.
Immense euphoria runs throught the rebels.
"That was bluff!"
"They are desperate"
"This is all they had left, victory is at the door! Chhhaaaaarge"
A very motivated crowd then runs towards the inner castle.
They can see with their own eyes, for the first time, 2 guards up the castle walls.
"I told you! They had nothing left!"
The crowd starts cheering and singing as loud as they can. Everywhere, smiles can be seen.
They laugh, their eyes are shinning.
A man holds his wife and says "I told you we would do it". They kiss pationatly.
Then, gigantic guns erupt from the ground.
The laughs cease. The smiles drop.
And a chill is sent throught the crowd spines.
Boom boom boom boom.
Fire and iron rains, it never ends.
The entire place is filled with noise from the guns.
Everywhere peasants are falling, torn to shreds.
Blood and guts have replaced grass.
The more courageous and motivated ones that were in the front stampede the backline as they try to flee.
In vain as the guns line of fire covers the entire castle surroundings.
The high lord walks to his second and orders him to supervise the defense "leave no survivors".
One week later the lords are having a little horse ride and salute their children playing down the hill.
They know there is no danger: It will take the crowd children a decade to grow to adulthood and mount their own rebellion.
And that time, too, it will be different.
