This is it. This is our master plan put into action. This is the beginning of the end for the world as we know it. The corporate world. This is destruction. Destruction from ground up. The Dark Age has risen, risen with the cleansing fires (of which there will be many). This is mans last chance for redemption.
Walking, alone, down the street this night I see the destruction. It gives me strength, hope, happiness. I see fires, explosions, on either side, I hear the distant rumbling of some far off building collapsing to dust (not perhaps the first but one of the many before this cleansing is over).
Years of careful planning, years of research and development, years of intricate anticipation have all paid off. I have given birth to the new world. We, all of us, have given birth to this new world.
Car bomb a few streets over, the noise cuts through the shouting, screaming terror.
The police were unprepared, the cop stations were easy to take over, especially the ones where we had someone on the inside. But the military will be advancing soon, I think we have enough men and women with enough arms to deal with them for the most part (or at least until the damage is irreparable).
Gunfire. Speak of the devil.
This will be the true test.