Independence Day. The day we cut the strings that Japan held us up with. Nobody knew that without strings we’d just be a rotting, lifeless doll. Woodworm destroying the whole thing from the inside. Self-destruction like nothing the world had ever seen. So here it is everyone: raise your glasses, clink them together and then slit your wrists. Cheers to us.
It was all for a good cause, of course. Ageing population, rising health problems, f****d up environment; all things that needed fixing, somehow. It’s just a shame Tokyo rolled out their new policies on our little farming island first. We were what they called a ‘Special Administrative Region’ back then. Training wheels time, after Japan blew billions helping to end the Second Korean War and Sonaya’s heavy industry push went all to hell.
