Jerry fell to the ground. His body suddenly started to glow, and orbs of light flew into the air as Jerry was erased from this reality, Chaos had won. After this happened, many of us died or were put in slave camps, but we still always tried to fight back, Jerry was gone and we were left defenseless. In the end, the Resistance was made, group of simple farmers, businessmen, and others that fought in what they believed in. I always used to say, when all the light goes out, only we can reignite its flame. We fought and fought and fought, but we never made a difference, like we were never meant to win or something. They think they have won, but its only the beginning.
