St. Fyonne's Insurrection

This poem? Heed it no mind, captain.  There is no poetry for you this morning. It is the thirteenth day of the revolt.  The capital is in lock-down; we have put insurgents to death and martial law is in place.  All fires have been put out, all but St.Fyonne’s Street.  That’s up to you, captain. Let me introduce you to other loyal Trophy-hunters.  "St. Fyonne's Insurrection"  is a playset for Troph…