Bonjour! Comrade.

There’s nothing quite like waking up to a delicioux Paris spring morning as you’re chewing on your roasted rat while watching the defeated Versailles government on the horizon and the Prussians just beyond,from your single-room attic annex,is there? Don’t worry though,you can pass on the rat today; we’ve got just enough flour left to make a few croissants today, luckily.Oh là là! is it just me, or can you smell that charming scent of rebellion in the air today?

Dear delegates, welcome to the morning of March 18th, 1871:The day you finally said enough after your coup-born Emperor Napoleon III was captured, and your new government along with your beloved bourgeoisie abandoned you by moving the capital to Versailles. Today, you have taken the reins of your city into your own hands. As members of the Paris Commune, you will demonstrate your resistance; through your political and military decisions, you will shape the fate of your city, and through your operational and strategic moves, the fate of your people…in other words, yourselves.

The city of Paris, left to the negligence of the Versailles government and crushed under the defeat to Prussia, now stands before you;with its people exhausted by hunger, betrayed, and hardened by rage. Will it rise from its ashes in your hands, or surrender to the shackled storms of the dark clouds surrounding it?