The typical hot weather of Africa hung vibrantly in the sky, brightly illuminating everywhere in its warm glow of comfort.
The Radan republic citizens woke up as usual to face their day, but unknowing to them, something was brewing in the dark. Unknowing to them, today was going to mark the start of a campaign that will greatly change the country.
The citizens could not be blamed for their lack of perception though, because even the Radan government was as clueless as them about what was about to strike them today.
A boiling pan of oil that they’ve neglected in the hot fire for years was about to explode, and it would do what is typical of all hot oils, burn every human skin that it touches.
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Standing before the mirror in the underground base, Clark looked at himself again to confirm that nothing was wrong. Half his face was covered by the black mask, his black vest and trousers were impeccable with no problems.