So you say you want a revolution?
Suck carbine steel, you relentless hordes of worthless newbie flesh. As you march toward our stronghold, our incendiary shells will immolate you. You shall be masticated by our guard dogs, and then regurgitated. Your remains shall be disposed of in the most embarrassing and horrifying fashion imaginable. You shall be infiltrated, your security breached, and your leaders ripped to little tiny shreds by our blades.
Once we reach you, we shall knock you unconscious, tie hundreds of pieces of thread into your skin, and hang your from the ceiling of your commando office. We will let you hang there until you wake up, you first moment of consciousness will be pure agony. For days, we will slowly strip off the skin from your lower body, starting at your toes, removing mere inches an hour, keeping you from bleeding to death. We will wash your wounds in salt water, and laugh at you as you scream in pain. Next, after we have stripped the flesh from your legs, we will pierce your bones with stainless steel, shoving all the way through. We shall remove the rods, and replace them with thicker ones each day to increase your pain. Next we will begin removing the skin from your torso and arms, peeling it off slowly, inch by inch, until your entire body, save for your face is nothing but scar tissue. We will remove your nails, all your hair, everything, leaving your body one throbbing, and painful mess. We will wait for your body to give into the pain, and allow you to pass you, remove you from the string constraints, and carry you out to the large cross, and crucify you. We shall snap your arm bones as we begin the first part of the crucifixion. Next, we shall whip your already raw flesh, bringing instant sores and blood to your body. Next, the legs; we shall shatter your shinbones as we hammer in the third spike, holding you to the cross. We shall not give you a crown a thorns; instead, we shall rip the flesh from around your skull in a vicious bloodletting ceremony. Finally, the last part of your death, a spear in the side will serve as the delivery device for your death: an incendiary device that will destroy you. We shall march off to a safe distance, march out the remaining newbies, and force them to watch you, letting you see their faces in fear as we detonate you. Your bloody remains spraying around the site, raining as little pieces of flesh tumble along the ground and splat at our feet will be glorious. Victory will be sweet.