Dirty tactics

From our bunker we post. From all sides we are attacked. Our rifle posts hold strong against rat attack. The Anti Art vultures circle overhead, silent, bereft of the faculty of exchange. Dumb to our vision. We hold tight in the bunker. Our vision, a 3d discourse with the outer world, smuggled across thier borders. Chunks of reality, spat out in to the conspiracies world view. Thier is only one route in accessible by vehicles protected by noble supporters. The secret escape routes are closely watched. They may prevent road travel yet the other elements, air, water and fire shall always be our salvation. Though mud may sludge the fleet of foot, dexterity of other elements shall carry us forth.