"In the later days of Spring, approaching Summer, the unspeakable happened. Several ninja were caught instigating a revolt in our most loyal, stalwart and obedient population, fomenting a most uncouth attitude towards our rule! Here is our proof of their unspeakable crimes against the Revolution."
Five severed heads are presented to the public, black masks covering them, bearing Jomonese insignia. They seem disturbingly fresh, the blood only now coagulating.
"See the fruits of your scheming labours, Eastern Enigma! See it gone to waste against the followers of Red October! Master Arkady, present!"
A gaunt man wearing the regalia of the Central Committee steps forth. He takes out a skull staff, and waves it in a circle. A soft murmur of words streams from his mouth, their meaning dark. The heads break out in unison to confess!
"It was us, it was us! We have destroyed nations and people, we have brought down the civilized apes of Patala, the noble savages of Mictlan, and even now the genocide of Midgård is underway! We are monsters, beasts, we deserve nothing more than annihilation as a final mercy! Forgive us our transgression, Red October!"
Master Arkady waves his staff once more, and the heads are silenced. He seems pleased with himself, but lets that show only most faintly.
The crier resumes lambasting Jomon. The crowd screams with him, gasps with him, moves with him, in perfect unison. Hundreds go to enlist in the army. War has come.