"I held the first meeting of the Communist Workers Committee in a dirty coffee shop in the slums of the city. Two dozen people came to that first meeting, and more than half left before I had even opened my mouth. Today, only four years later, I stand in the center of Rodshyadam before two dozen MILLION people, with countless more cramming themselves in every space available. In the past centuries, people have doubted the power of the worker. Greedy capitalists and corrupt aristocrats have sat over us in their ivory towers, laughing at out attempts to take back what is rightfully ours. Yet today, you hear no laughs coming from those ivory towers. The bourgeoisie of the world have their eyes turned to the north on this chilly September night. They look upon a nation of workers free from the shackles of what others dared call 'democracy'. They look upon a nation that has no ivory towers. And they fear. Fear for their riches, their power, and their corrupt institutions. They have seen how, in less than half a decade, an organized force of workers have regained control of not one. Not two. But THREE nations. They whisper in small frail voices, wondering what had been brought to the rotting and stagnant cesspool we call Terra. For now, the United Kerissian Socialist States stand. But if, in four years, three nations have been taken back by the workers, what will happen in ten years, twenty years? Kerissian communists of the past made the mistake of limiting the revolution to the states of Keris. But we will not make that same mistake. The revolution begins here. It begins now. But it shall not end here. It shall end when every worker in all of Terra has lost their chains of servitude. Workers of Keris, rejoice on this night, and be festive with you comrades. For tomorrow there is much work to be done."
The crowds stood silent as General Secretary Sergei Petrov walked off the stage. Somewhere in the middle of the millions someone screamed "Death to Capitalism, All Hail Communism!" These words broke the pin-drop atmosphere and the crowd began cheering and screaming until discerning anything said was impossible. The Revolution had truly begun.