It is 2023. The President Ocasio-Cortez has passed the new green deal. Hidden within the pages is a stipulation that bans all guns. The national guard has been called in, going house to house, confiscating guns. Despite the fudd's protests, few shots are fired. You've flexed your autism and fortified your house with sandbags and piss bottles. You can hear them coming for you.
There is a heavy, gloved knock on the door. "This is lance corperal Smith, United States Army, acting on the orders of three star General Jones! Come out with your hands up, and leave your guns inside! This can be nice and easy, or we will have to come in and take your guns by force".
You panic. You thought you were prepared for this, but with the army knocking, you begin to rethink. Can you make it out? Maybe it would be easy to give your up your guns. But no, you must live and die by the Jow Forums creed: "when shit hits the fan, you better be the fan".
You slap your Jow Forums patch on, hop being your sand bag wall, and crack a moutain dew. You take a chug and look over to your old dog, Rex. He's a good dog, a cattle dog, your great grandpa. Owned him. He loved the farm and hated city life, but he loves you more. He's been a good dog. A single tear falls as you give him the order: "go get 'em, ol buddy."
Rex jumps the wall and round out the back door. His explosive vest weighs him down, but he's is a strong ol pup.
"user! You have ten seconds to come out or we will go in with force. Okay? No?!" You hear guns cocking. "10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! On-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH OOOWWWWWW AAAHHHH S-STOP! STOP!" You hear gunshots as rex dismembers the soldiers, and screaming. Finally, it stops. You grab your milsurp clacker, and cry another year as you click it. An explosion goes off on your porch, and all is silent.
After a moment, "This is Sergeant Harris, us army! You killed our men! We are coming in!"
You shout back, "you killed my dog!"
The door flys open, and in pour marines, decked out in gear.