33. The number rebounds within your head over and over. 33. 33 fatalities. 33Civilians. They made it sound so formal. Officiated. It wasn't. It was a massacre. One second everyone was happy and laughing. The next... Metal assailed from all around. Blood covered the ground in dark ominous puddles. And the bodies... 33. The bodies were twisted at unnatural positions horrified stares transfixed upon the sky, or in some cases, each other. 33. Thanks to one group. 33. They would pay. They would pay for everything. 33 The rage inside you is ready to be unleashed. With it you will tear down buildings and lay those murderers to rest. 33. It's time to take revenge... For 33