text: [Themes: edutainment]
  
  You stay in the armored truck, firing bursts of machine gun fire to hold the advancing Free State soldiers back the advancing enemies. You manage to prevent the advancing enemy line from pushing on, as the machine guy positions combined with the Mutineer makes short work of any fool too stupid to take cover. You pause, realizing the Free State soldiers aren't just retreating from your machine gun fire, but seem to be retreating entirely. You crack a grin, smiling at this as you...
  
  "Shit! Artillery!" a scream comes out, as you hear the whistling of incoming shells.
  
  You dive from your gunner's spot inside the Mutineer, as the first shell rocks the car, nearly knocking it spinning over as it's wheels are eviscerated with a burst of shrapnel. You wait patiently, as artillery thumps around you, smashing into the ground with explosions tearing through the ground for several minutes, before the artillery barrage ends.
  
  After a few moments, the artillery barrage stops. You cautiously wait a moment, before popping your head up and grabbing the machine gun, ready for an enemy charge.
  
  "The wheels are gone. This whole thing's completely immobilized," the driver says. "We're stuck here."
  
  "Shit," you complain. "Just... let me think."
  
  Abandoning the Mutineer will allow the Free State forces to push up and push your men entirely back into the buildings of the Four Courts, where you'll be easily crushed.
  
  > abandon the Mutineer and fall back
  "We need to fall back!" you say with a yell.
  
  You quickly clamber out of the armored car, as your driver clambers out with you. The two of you quickly hurry towards back towards the line, shouting at the machine gunners.
  
  "The armored car's disabled, we need to fall back! Let's go!" you scream.
  
  You quickly fall back to the inner defensive line, where it soon becomes clear that the Battle of Dublin is coming to an end, and you're not the victors. The Free State forces have better weapons, more numbers, and outnumber you. You've been pushed back to the inner areas of the Four Courts, and the plan's changed. No longer do you hope to spark off the war between the British and Irish again. Instead, you've started a war between Irishmen.
  
  With few choices left, the remaining rebels, those who haven't been captured or killed, have little choice. However, you do, as you're left with the option to help the anti-Treaty leaders escape through a mass break out through using several sympathizers among the pro-Treaty side. However, you can also stay behind as a distraction force, Cathal Brugha, who has volunteered to stay behind to hold off the Free State forces for long enough to escape. As they look for volunteers for both movements, you wonder what's left to do.
  
  > join Cathal Brugha and the rearguard
  You stay behind, sticking with Cathal Brugha and a handful of soldiers. You quickly take up your position on O'Connell street, taking shelter in an old hotel known as Hamman Hotel. The building's already in flames when you get there, but it's the best defensive position, and you're more likely to be overrun than you are to be forced out by the fire. Your role is now simple: from your barricaded position, you plan to defend from the Free State advance to give more time to the main force, especially the Anti-Treaty leaders, to escape and continue the fight. Although you might not survive, hell, will not survive, you know your death will be for Ireland.
  
  You spend what seems like eternity crouched in cover, your rifle aimed down the street as you fire at anyone who nears. Eventually, it becomes clear your mission has succeeded: the Free State soldiers have failed to push past after more than enough time for the anti-treaty leaders to escape. Thus, your mission is complete, and all you're left to do is hold out for as long as you can in what's to be your last stand.
  
  Whilst in the old days of the war, you'd be more than eager to hold out just to spite the enemy, just to kill a few more, just to resist the will of your hated foe. But that's not the case anymore. Now, you're fighting Irishmen. You recognize the faces of the enemy, the faces peeking up from cover, the faces staring down the rifle at you, Your enemy isn't some oppressive foe responsible for endless atrocities: they're your comrades.
  
  After a long wait, being pushed out by flames and gunfire, Cathal Brugha makes his decision.
  
  "You're going to surrender. They'll treat you fairly, I know they're good men."
  
  There's a moments of protesting, before Brugha holds up a hand to order them to stop.
  
  "You will follow my orders. I won't have you die for no meaning."
  
  "You... you said you," you say. "Not us. What's to happen you?"
  
  Cathal Brugha smirks half-heartedly, as if amused you picked up on that.
  
  "I'm not surrendering. I'll be shot, just like the sixteen of the rising. So I'd prefer to go out on my own terms. I'll head out there to go down fighting. You'll surrender. It's the best way forward."
  
  > charge out with Brugha
  "I'm going too," you say. "I'm not going to surrender."
  
  "No, boy, you should surrender. You don't need to die with me. Surrender. That's an order."
  
  "Well then, I'll happily mutiny against your unjust orders. I've committed treason against Britain and the Free State, I'll happily do so again for the cause."
  
  "I suppose so. Let's go out like gentlemen, then. It's been an honor, men. Let's finish this," he says.
  
  He takes a deep breath, letting out a silent prayer, before he moves out of cover and bursts out of the house, raising his revolver.
  
  You raise your rifle, charging out of the room as you rush into the street, raising your rifle and firing. Cathal Brugha is struck in the thigh, spiraling into the street with a pained scream. You raise your rifle, firing back at the Free State soldiers. You don't really aim; you're tired of the bloodshed. Instead, you attack to make sure they have to. There's a burst of rifle fire, as a bullet slams into your chest, knocking the wind from your lungs.
  
  You collapse back to the street, as a warmth overtakes you. Slowly, your pained gasps begin to still, as a great calm overtakes you. You relax, as your blood seeps out into the streets of Dublin.