As the sun began to set on the second day of this terrible living nightmare, the last and strangest set of the rules was revealed.
In the middle of every town square, the puppet soldiers started to build huge, ugly statues. The statues were made of wood and stone and they were not very well made. But the faces on all the statues were the same: a man with a strange tattoo over one of part of the face. It was a statue of the Supreme Leader of the Revolutionary Army, Monkey D. Dragon.
After the statues, the soldiers came up with the portraits. The soldiers went door-to-door again, this time giving every family a cheap, poorly printed picture of their Supreme Leader, Monkey D. Dragon.
Then a new rule was shouted in the streets as the sky grew dark.
"Our wonderful Supreme Leader Dragon is always watching over us" the voices declared. "Every home must put his picture on their wall where everyone can see it. This picture is a sign of how much you love our Supreme Leader. This picture is more important than your safe, more important than your things and more important than your entire house."
"If there is a fire or a flood, the first thing you must do is save the picture of the Supreme Leader. the picture of the Supreme Leader is deeply engraved inside our hearts and minds. If you do not have this picture on your wall, or if it gets damaged, you will be consider as a traitor. this thing will be considered as threat to the very heart and soul of our revolution."
Back in the blacksmith's house, he and his wife quietly hammered a nail into the wall of their empty silent home. They hung up the picture of the strange man with the serious face one side of his face is covered in strange tattoos. The picture of the man they were now forced to worship stared down at them. It was a silent witness to their stolen food, their stolen children, their stolen grandchild, and their stolen lives.
But the horrors of the day were still not over yet.
At the night time as the world became completely dark, the one last final rule was shouted into the night.
"The revolution has lost many brave soldiers in its heroic fight" the soldier announced. "We must have more people to continue our great work. It is the most important job of every healthy man and woman to have more children for the revolution. The future of our cause needs a strong and growing population. Do your duty for the Supreme Leader."
Inside their home, the blacksmith and his wife stared at the picture on the wall. Then they looked at each other.
The hunger in their stomachs was like a cold fire. The sadness for their lost children was like a heavy stone in their hearts. Their bodies hurt all over from the hard work they were forced to do. And now, this. Even the last little bit of their private life was being taken away and turned into a job they were ordered to do by the Revolutionary army.
They lost everything.
They had lost their food. They had lost their money. They had lost their children. They had lost their grandchild. They had lost their freedom. They had lost their hope. They had lost their story.
And now, even their own bodies were not their own anymore. They were not people anymore. They were just become like a domestic animals. they become tools in the hands of revolutionary army. A tools to be used and then thrown away for a cause that they now hated with every single part of their being. The nightmare was not a dream. It was real and complete which is filled with a total horrors.