I lit a cigarette and stared at the dim glow of my screen. It had been years since I walked away from the battlefield, but war never really ends. It just changes. This time, the war wasn’t fought with bullets or Metal Gears—it was fought with information, with the slow drip of hidden truths disguised as conspiracies.
I cracked my knuckles and started typing.
Subject: The Ones Who Pull the Strings
You ever hear of Revelation 9? “A third of mankind was killed.” That’s not just some ancient prophecy. Some people don’t wait for fate to unfold—they try to force it.
The Illuminati. The Patriots. Call them whatever you want. They don’t care about names. They tested it once already—Cambodia. A third of the population gone, wiped out in a systematic slaughter. Pol Pot was a pawn, a tool for something much bigger. The warlords, the secret councils, the ones in the shadows—they wanted to see how far they could push the limits of human suffering before an entire nation broke.
It worked.
The U.S. military has a theory: if more than 10% of a country’s population is killed, the trauma rewires the national psyche. The people never recover. They become shells, ghosts of a civilization that once was. Cambodia was the prototype. What comes next? That depends on how well the next phase is executed.
I exhaled, watching the cigarette smoke curl toward the ceiling. Would anyone even believe me? Probably not. The people who run this world count on that. They let the truth slip through the cracks, dress it up as conspiracy nonsense, make sure it sounds just crazy enough that no one takes it seriously. Classic disinformation tactics.
A reply popped up within minutes.
You’re full of it, man. Why are you even posting this on an Angelina Jolie fan site?
Another comment followed.
Wait… isn’t she obsessed with Cambodia? What if she knows something?
Then another.
What if he’s right?
I crushed the cigarette in an ashtray, smirking. Maybe they’d delete the thread. Maybe I’d be banned. But I wasn’t here to win a popularity contest. I was here to plant a seed.
I typed one last message before logging off:
War has changed. But the ones pulling the strings? They never do.