For too long we have put up with the oppressive rule of the White Cross. Too long we have let them take our money. It's time to fight back, and I'm ready. And should I fail, may whoever reads this take up the fight once again. One day, the White Cross will fall.
That's why I'm writing this diary. So people will remember who led the fight against our rulers.
Today I started the fight. I haven't killed anyone yet. I'm not ready for that. But I took my gang out into the city and we roughed up a few White Cross sympathisers. Stole some money and generally broke the law.
This is the beginning. The beginning of the end for the White Cross, and the beginning of a new age.
We will rise up. It will be a revolution!
This will teach them not to kill a young boy's mother. This is as much a revenge mission as a revolution.
And our actions today will hopefully inspire people. None of us were caught, and we left a number of sympathisers nursing broken arms or legs.
Today was a good day. Made a good profit too. Got to spread it amongst the poor folk though. No expecting their help if they don't get something to persuade them to.
Going to keep plenty though, and spread it amongst the gang. They did a good job.
Tomorrow we strike again. Knock down some more sympathisers. Steal more money and give it to the poor.
Maybe gain some new gang members.
For now, I sleep. My knuckles ache, and so do my legs.
I guess I'm not the fittest lad in the city. Not yet.
Soon I'll be racing across rooftops and dropping down onto the soldiers of the White Cross.