This is the beginning of possibly the biggest movement in history so everyone should be aware of it.

It defenitly isn't the biggest movement in history, but it probably is the biggest one against this cult, or maybe even against any cult(?). Their goal isnt really to, like, bring the church to their knees, but at the very least start *something* against them, to have an actual large-scale movement against the church of scientology. Before this, only a few people dared to speak against them. Its hard to say if this will get anywhere, but so far its a great start.

Also, its not a war against beliefs. You cant destroy beliefs, people believe in anything they want. This is a war against an organisation.

Dearest Momma,

It is my sincerest hope this letter reaches you and lil Merrill and old Greybritches (how is he doing, he is the finest coonhound I ever known or will know now). I don't know how I will get it to you maybe such as tied to a pigeon or hidden on my body somewheres but I reckon there is a chance you'll get it somehow, if there is justice on this earth which now after these events transpiring I feel there surely ain't.

It is cold here and lonely. Lonelier than the crick in winter when the ice was like to a gypsy mirror in the moonlight. The first day weren't so bad, we set up headquarters outside of the downtown Kinkos (you know the one, it is adjacent to a Subway and acrost from that place where Merrill gets his therapy done) our goal being to eventually push on to the Hubbard-Chrysler Tower and take it. General Firewall-Chan expected little resistance and we all generally shared his optimism, damn his eyes. Spirits was high and we ate much pocky and drank many Red Bulls and other such energy drinks late into the night around the glow of our laptops, singing rounds of Let's Go Tsukinuke and even an old spiritual called I think Soulja Boy which a few of the Negroes taught us (it is strange fighting alongside them but they seem to be decent folk when they's not chimpin out). You know I could not afford a real mask since you needed that back surgery so I made due by printing one out as best I could. Some fellers was insulting me for that but I think it was all in good fun and we went to bed happy and ready for the $cifag attack we were sure would come.

Well it did come and before dawn. I woke up to musket fire and cannon bombardment, these being their means of attack in the first hours, and I am not ashamed to say I made in my pants directly. The smoke was so much that we never saw the sun rise, if it rose at all on that black morning. Most of my company was killt then. lulz42 died in my arms with a bullet through his spine and I saw Scissors-chan walking around holding her own arm which had been blown off like it weren't no thing trying to stick it back on and mumbling that anonymous does not forgive. if anonymous does not forgive I pray anonymous also does not forget the lives given here and the /b/lood shed on these sidewalks that are now forever stained red. momma, it is a terrible business, this project chanology, and I curse the day I ever heard its name.

There is not much to tell after that. We fought all that first day and General Firewall-Chan said we would pull through but nobody that still had a head on their shoulders believed him. He died in the night or so I heard when they switched from muskets to needleguns, clear cannons, and mind bores. Regardless of when he got it or how, I saw with my own eyes his body devoured by wailing lobodreamers, they gnashing with their metal jaws and the dead eyes, momma, like emptiness or a sky bout to storm. And after the lobodreamers came the dogs with the human hands and the babyfaces and along with them some things I can't rightly describe nor wish to only I see them everytime I lay me down. And now here I am, alone escaped, and hiding in the ball pit of a closed down McDonalds. I'm scared but I won't go screaming no I won't give them that much. I can hear something at the door wet against the glass and I see shapes moving but I ain't gonna go screaming.

Momma, I'm sorry bout all this. Give Merrill my Gundam models, the ones he always was looking at. Since poppa died in that accident down on the cubicle farm I reckon Merrill will be the man of the house now. If you love me, you'll tell him his brother died a hero and not a coward. And you take care of yourself momma and Old Greybritches too. Make sure he is fed sufficient and that he is let out when he needs.

And make sure the truth gets out. No matter what they say Project Chanology weren't a success. It were a murder, plain and simple and we all of us victims. You tell them that yourself, tell them that I spat it at them as I was dragged to the gates of hell. They getting closer momma. Something is making a moan and breathing hot on my neck. But I ain't gonna turn around. I ain't gonna scream and I ain't gonna turn around. Love you momma. Goodbye.