Corporate Red Tape

  Honestly, I guess I can't just drink myself into a stupor without incurring someone's wrath in upper management. Guess with this memo circling, I might as well tell you guys about it. Whatever is going on seems to be too big to go unnoticed either, and maybe events are brewing beyond our control. Do I like it? Hell no, I don't. Will I do anything about it? Only if it starts personally affecting my job and Jack's well being. I said I was a team player. Never said which team I played for. Point is, I think Jack and I are going to be in some deep shit.  ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- MEMORANDUM: TO: All Agents Posted at Sanctuary FROM: Upper Management Thank you for your support in this current project. We would like to show our appreciation for your efforts with a warning.     Denizens of Sa

Casual talk aside, I still wish one of the abilities of a proxy was preventing hangovers, but I'm still busy so the Ol' Lady, fine aged whiskey, is a necessity in my line of work. Jack mentioned that my blog was a bit messy, and since she's busy taking care of our new arrival , I decided to do it in our downtime. Admittedly I'm a bit unnerved and think some other reports are a bigger priority. Like the attacks on our topography parties in the badlands and near the Fear domain borders. Something isn't right about this, especially with such a high casualty rate. Servants don't attack our parties for no reason, and at this rate we could have fended off anything that existed. But this is different. Whatever's out there is trying to send a message, but isn't showing it's ugly face for whatever reason. But I digress. You can see why Jack's been so busy. Wasn't even there for that and I feel sick to my stomach. Honestly I'm sort of okay

Sanctuary is moderately safe, and we'd like to thank our friends and defense force, the Rabbits, for their valued efforts and valor for their actions during The Culling. But, dear Underlanders, your part is not complete. With renovations still underway and relocations at hand to keep citizens away from the harsh zones, we here at The Board have provided an easy to follow safety protocol list. Follow the rules, and you'll be safe from whatever dangers lie ahead of you. Or at least moderately comfortable. We're still working out the bugs, but please bear with us.  The Do's and Don't s of Sanctuary/Underland: 1. Be Polite. We may have killed all of the less than scrupulous dissidents during the Culling, but we'd like to remind you that there are swift punishments for anyone who breaks the Code of Conduct in Sanctuary. 2. Always pay for goods and services. The Commerce Guild reminds you not to skimp out on any services or goods provided

I'm a bit sad. But it's alright. I think I earned this after everything that's happened. I couldn't stop Red.  I broke the contract. And I died. At least, that's what I thought was going to happen. Something changed, the game itself just seems to have imploded in on itself, and everything seems to have a silver lining in the end. As you may know, yes, I was in contact with Red this entire time. After that aforementioned raven attack, I decided to talk to her and keep her company. It was nice, kind of like being a family again. I've been sort of incapacitated after a long list of very.. brutal events on my part. For example, did you know that caltrops can be taken rectally? I didn't! I didn't even know what caltrops were up until that point. But enough monologuing. General Report:  Post Culling Sanctuary Status:  Green  Current Location:  (Areas of Mobile/ Theodore, Alabama and 251/356 Area Code) (Expansion In Progress)

I guess, my friends. It is time to tell you what you're playing for. I mean, it's time, but not my place to explain myself. That's her job. But, one final riddle. A tale from a land full of treasure, and no way to contain itself. Fire and Treasure: A Siren’s call. A gunman’s ball. To hear the clap of the traps on the moon. Bullets rain, bandits slain. Ether, plasma, lightning, explosions.  Many see the fires come again. As the six sisters lay on the planet below, a handsome man is their true foe. Among them, circles within their eyes. Is she. Her name is famous, as is her heart. The man with the gun, he fell.  Was the sister chained by the fiend?   But she, rose again. And destroyed the man who wanted the monster in the vault. Who is she, maiden fair? One of sharp tongue. And bloody affair.