No God, No Gun
No God, No Gun
Bremen, March 6, 1901
It was a normal day like any other. The streets were lively with people as they went about their daily routine; the shops were open with the things they sell and horse-drawn carriages mill about everywhere. One of those carriages was a very special one, a very royal carriage. As it moved through a street, Kaiser Wilhelm II sat inside reading a newspaper about the current events of both home and abroad.
On the other side of the street, stood a young man. He had been standing there for god knows how long. Waiting for someone. Inside his coat, rests his old, rusty-ass revolver. The young man had been radicalized a few years back to the sweet, juicy music of Anarchism.
As the carriage approached, the young man made his move. He hurriedly walked towards the side of the carriage and pulled out his gun. The fancy-mustached Emperor looks up from the paper only to be sent hurtling back towards his seat as shots rang out and his vision instantly blackened.
As the young man was tackled to the ground, an unassuming policeman looked into the carriage only to be greeted by his worst nightmare. In front of his eyes, he sees a man laid back against the seat, drooling blood from his mouth whilst bleeding from bullet holes across his torso. His eyes and mouth were wide but he was unresponsive.
The Kaiser was dead.
Wilhelm II, Emperor of Germany (1888-1901)