My girlfriend wrote for the community newsletter. Her particular role was to report on the activities on the demanding negligent government and how they affected us.
Sometimes she had to put on a disguise, her favourite of which was as a dog walker.
The government were acting suspiciously in an area with lots of police around. She went to investigate.
She found something very shocking. The government were being called in to evict a family from their home. "I'm not paying the new levy!" the father shouted over the screams of his children crying.
When my girlfriend got to the scene the police were going to stop her, but then noticed she had a cane and dark glasses and a seeing-eye dog. They found her not to be a threat so they left her alone. She discreetly took pictures of the eviction as she was passing through.
She came back to the zine office aka my bedroom and we got to printing. The word spread far and wide throughout the community. We followed the government's movements and got organised.
The evicting jerks met a huge crowd of us. My girlfriend and I stood among them, holding hands.
However, this wasn't a peaceful protest. We rushed for the gangsters and beat the ever loving crap out of them before running them out of town. Soon afterwards, we fortified our community and took steps to keep the oppressive authoritarians out.
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