"All it took was one gunshot to end the lives of thousands, one shot to spark thousands of senseless deaths, one shot to end the Ishvalens, one shot to begin the slow march to liberation of the common men and women of Amestris, through the mud, blood, and sweat to the green fields beyond!" Came the cry of a young factory worker, still covered in the grit and grime of factory work with a gaunt face who stood on a box, a whole chest taller than the hundreds assembled around him . Not since the outbreak of the civil war had the streets been so clogged with humans, it had been banned to congregate in such large groups for fear of these exact kinds of rallies, but the workers of the munition plant were tired of increased work hours and decreased pay. Most just wanted a return to the status quo but a vocal and growing minority pointed out that this was the way of Amestris, and that to achieve fair rights they would have to join the Ishvalans and overthrow the government, no matter how great and powerful the leviathan known as Amestris seemed.
"March on in the Arbeitereinheitsfront for you are workers too! We have been trampled time and time again but today we sat enough! We must hang the Fuhrer with the noose that he ordered us to make for ourselves! Today we choose the path of life and liberty and not the path of despair and death!" Cried the gaunt worker as he was cheered on by the crowd which started moving towards Lieutenant General Grummans HQ.