As the sun rose over Greater Ottawa, the Ghost of Ottawa and his armored legion were staring down the hordes of government soldiers, as the New World Order had come for this chaos starter, this rebel. However...
"Ghost, NWO troops have us pinned down. Your move." Said Dr. Sue. Her recoilless rifle sizzled as the powered-armor-wearing Ghost of Ottawa leapt down from his vantage point and marched up the middle of Veterans Bridge and took his place in front of his troops. Bullets ricocheted off the O.C.P.A or Ottawan-Combat-Powered-Armor, as the Ghost called out to the enemy. "I AM THE GHOST OF OTTAWA! AND I AM HERE IN THE NAMES OF FREEDOM AND LIBERTY! THE TREE OF LIBERTY WILL RUN RED WITH THE BLOOD OF POLITICIANS! I HEREBY ORDER YOU TO GET! GET OUT OF THIS CITY!"
He exhaled a labored breath with a puff of red powder. It was as if he were a machine, one fueled by pure rage, and he needed to vent his excess heat. His pupils were pinpoint in diameter, as he yelled out his battle cry and rushed toward them. With a pair of sledgehammers in his hands, he set to work crushing the soldiers before him, fueled by an insane hit of adrenaline and seething rage. One unlucky soldier caught both of his sledgehammers to the temples. Blood splattered across the Ghost's armor as he breathed heavily, glaring into the eyes of the enemy commander. The commander took a step backward, his eyes welling with utter terror as the monster of a militia leader glared down at him from a concrete barricade.
"Protect me, men! The New World Order shall not falter!" Yelled the commander with every bit of his insignificantly mustered courage. He looked away from his men, ready to deliver some half-thought line, but it never came. For the Ghost of Ottawa, in a single hydraulic-assisted bound, leapt into the air, then landed with all of his and the armor's weight, caving in the commander's chest cavity. Every New World Order soldier looked on in sheer horror as the Ghost slammed his head down on the commander's lifeless head. With a swagger that could only be described as "purely psychotic", the Ghost of Ottawa lumbered toward the soldiers, who were too afraid, too frozen with overwhelming fear to run. The Ghost took a deep breath and aimed one of his hammers at the enemy force, letting out a rallying cry that came from the depths of a broken soul crying out for revenge. The scream, more like a howl of war, was guttural, instinctual, one could even call it primal, as the Greater Ottawan Army rushed forward, opening fire with .50-caliber machine guns, recoilless rifles, and a wide variety of armaments. The white and green checkboard flag, bearing a golden arrowhead on it, waved proudly past the Ghost as the Greater Ottawan Army pushed the New World Order back, and kept hunting them.
As the soldiers ran, an O-61 Defender II tank rumbled up and allowed the Ghost to ride on top of its turret. "ONWARD, OTTAWA! TO VICTORY!" Yelled the Ghost as the Ottawans cheered, pushing their fear-filled enemies out of their homeland. World War II warbirds ripped across Ottawa-controlled skies of Illinois and dropped napalm, molten spears of bullet rain, and cluster munitions on their retreating enemy. The Order had completely dissolved its lines, all thanks to an armored spectre, cloaked in a mist of red dust, that dripped the crimson blood of those who dared tread upon them. As the O-61 with Ghost accompaniment came to a halt, the Ghost grinned behind the helmet of the O.C.P.A. "Run, little tyrants, run anywhere you can... for your weakness... strengthens the iron-forged resolve of my will..." Dr. Madie Sue, of Greater Ottawa's Research and Production Division, opened the tank's hatch, listening to the Ghost's words, which spelled out a clear vision of their future.
His copper-sunlit eyes looked out across the vast fields of corn and soybeans as he spoke. "My vision of this world... is one governed by merit, guided by justice, and one whose peace is watered and nurtured by the hangman's noose and blood of those who so chose to rob Ottawa, rob the Midwest, rob the United States of America of everything we all held most dear." His eyes glinted in the sunlight through a thousand-yard squint, as if looking at someone, a being not currently present amongst them, one whose decisions cost America her freedom...