Fantasyland V

“Planning a revolution shoudn’t be this hard,” the cloaked man sighed from the head of the table. Henry decided, due to normal seating convention that person was the leader of this rabble and his name was Supreme Leader, or Steve.
“Look, it’s not that hard. All we have to do is make people believe the election was rigged and the rest will simply follow,” Steve said.
“But it wasn’t rigged,” another cloaked figure said prompting Steve to cover his face with his hands. Or that’ s what Henry assumed considering the hooded cloak shrouded Steve’s face in darkness. He could have very well been pulling a strange face.
“Look. I know that. You know that. Even Geoffrey knows that,” he said pointing at a figure midway down the table who was chasing a bug with a feather trying to tickle it, “but the people don’t know that and if we want to come out of this looking like the good guys, we need to make them believe it was rigged.”
“Know what,” Geoffrey asked. Steve sighed. It was going to be a long meeting.

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