The Trolling Begins
The man in the footage, now visibly more disheveled, ranted about crumbling alliances. Static crackled through his words, distorting his face for a moment before the signal stabilized.
"Trump’s out of control. The tariffs wrecked the economy, the stock market's in freefall, and now he’s talking annexation—straight-up absorbing Canada like it’s a hostile takeover. But the Canadians fought back. They rallied. Protests turned into full-scale resistance. The military refused to play along. And then—"
The feed glitched, his voice warping.
Roman leaned forward, eyes wide. "I heard stories about this. Way back in the 2020s, they said something like this almost happened, but now—"
The footage flickered, the man reappearing, his expression frantic. "Elon’s backing him, but he’s got his own agenda. The guy’s basically running his own private empire in orbit. And the salute—God, the salute. It’s not just one rally anymore. It’s spreading. This is history repeating, and no one’s stopping it!"
Then the screen went black.
The group sat in stunned silence. Ivy Mae finally broke it. "This isn’t just some random rant." Her voice was steady, but her hands were clenched. "Someone was trying to warn us."
Outside, the auroras flickered unnaturally across the darkening sky.