Waking up this morning, I felt as though someone had hit me with an icepick to the head. Perhaps last night I was...was...I cannot seem to remember what exactly happened last night. It was through my need to remember that I suddenly heard a knock on the door. Upon opening it that I realized it was the Housing Ministry staring at me with a worried expression on his face as he handed me a radio. He began to speak, "Comrade! The rebel commander of the People's Liberation Forces needs to speak to you at once! It appears the situation at Mount Augusta may not be going according to plan". Rebels? Since when did I endorse a rebel movement towards an ally like Mount Augusta? Confused, I took the radio and before I could begin to speak, a cry for help began, "Comrade Zombielenin, we cannot hold the position any longer. The Augustans are closing in on the theater! We need support soon or else the revolution will surely falter!". Thinking for a few seconds, I questioned "Errr, right comrade. Could you remind me where I met you and why I gave you such commands to start a revolution in Augusta?". With increasing static from the radio, the revolutionary recalls, "Do you not remember comrade? We were at a bar dis..................". The radio fell silent, it appeared this little revolution has utterly failed. Handing back the radio to the Housing Minister, he began to questioned what happened. I simply replied that it didn't matter at this point but what does matter; what the hell happened at the bar last night!?