[Open Text Post]

Perhaps it goes without saying, but I won't be in to work today.

If you're on the subway, you've undoubtedly heard about what's going on.  Don't panic.  Stay close to friends.  If you don't have friends, make some.  If you would rather not know more about what has been going on, please don't read the rest of this post.

( IC Cut // Notes // Open to All (except for Nekozawa as of Tamaki's post) )

In situations like this, I believe maintaining a list of crimes committed is an impossible, unfeasible, and ultimately futile task.  If the City is attempting to further undermine what citizen-imposed order exists here, it's succeeding.  Nothing encourages disorder like a no-holds-barred bout of cannibalism.

The Aztecs were likely cannibals.  They ( Read more... )

I'm a murderer.  The murder was unjustifiable.  Deplorable.  Meaningless.  I did it to find meaning, and I did it because Richard wouldn't.  I had to be better than him at something.  I believed idiotic things.  I thought that crime was the truest expression of freedom--murder, the most liberating act.

Richard died because of me.  He was a bastard, ( Read more... )

It stands to reason that candy provided by the City and marked with unusual words shouldn't be eaten.

That wasn't much of a deterrent.

I wonder what--no.  It's better not to wonder.

It can take up to ten minutes for the condemned to die in a gas chamber. Potassium cyanide pellets are dropped into a holding tank of sulfuric acid, resulting in the generation of hydrogen cyanide gas. This gas kills via metabolic asphyxiation. Accordingly, the brain is one of the first organs to suffer its effects. Convulsions and hallucinations ( Read more... )