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Boys, girls, and everyone else here in windy Chicago. Damn, it's been a while, hasn't it? But that's okay, because Three Dog is here again, bringing you the long and short of the down-low.
Election day is coming on up, and I'd be one bad AoK if I didn't tell you to get your ballots in - if you still believe in any of the jokers offered by this sad excuse for a system of governance, anyway. But if you're reading this, odds are you already know that in our circles, you're born into power, not elected. Unless you happen to be the devil, that is.
Speaking of power, word is still confused from the Boston region. Reports of infighting, attempted hits, civil disturbances and a tiny spot of fast-quashed rioting down around Brookline, and not a damn thing's been confirmed. Half the nation's rakshasa are looking Noreastward and licking their lips like a bunch of dogs at a turky dinner. You'd think they'd be a bit smarter than that, but I guess that part comes in where they haven't made a move yet. You have a Three Dog guarantee on what the Barnams are gonna say: bring it, punks.
My ears in the Caribbean are telling me that rumors are flying fast and furious about a Neqa'el visiting down there, which is pretty strange because no one can tell which of the bastards it is. Hasn't been seen in any of the major cities or any of the hot demon hangouts down there. Who knows, maybe he's just down to enjoy a long cruise around the beach?
Remember, remember the fifth of November! Every year, a bunch of afreet in London celebrate by dressing themselves up as Guy Fawkes and setting themselves on fire. This year, they'll apparently have a bit more support in their public displays of self-immolation: a group of London archangels are putting aside their callings in favor of the greater sense of patriotism, and vowing to protect them against all the other archangels in the city for that one night only. I'd check the small print on that again, hotbloods - that's one truce that probably expires at midnight.
Here in the states, all our excitement comes from getting back that hour that March stole from us earlier this year. Might not mean a lot to some of you, though: anecdotal accounts suggest that the number of time rifts in this city has shot up. Start checking your computer calendars. You might just spend three weeks on a trip to the bodega and back.
In China, the Family of Heaven and Hell is putting itself back together. For those of you just tuning in to Chinese politics, this is a group of Behemoths who scour the country, looking for others who forms are like Chinese imperial dragons. Back in the 60s, Mao's flunkies had them hunted down and put to death for that pesky little worldview that said they should have been running the country, not him. It's taken a while, but apparently now's the time to regroup, if you're gonna regroup at all.
And in India, a quirky little man named Anupam is making a name for himself with a monthly comic based on the true politics of the supernatural community, sold to a mundane audience. I guess that's one way to keep us all in the public eye. Just get me a video of those people's expressions when they find out it's all real, okay?
And that's today's round up, Chi-town. Have a wonderful day. This is Three Dog! Signing off.
Boys, girls, and everyone else here in windy Chicago. Damn, it's been a while, hasn't it? But that's okay, because Three Dog is here again, bringing you the long and short of the down-low.
Election day is coming on up, and I'd be one bad AoK if I didn't tell you to get your ballots in - if you still believe in any of the jokers offered by this sad excuse for a system of governance, anyway. But if you're reading this, odds are you already know that in our circles, you're born into power, not elected. Unless you happen to be the devil, that is.
Speaking of power, word is still confused from the Boston region. Reports of infighting, attempted hits, civil disturbances and a tiny spot of fast-quashed rioting down around Brookline, and not a damn thing's been confirmed. Half the nation's rakshasa are looking Noreastward and licking their lips like a bunch of dogs at a turky dinner. You'd think they'd be a bit smarter than that, but I guess that part comes in where they haven't made a move yet. You have a Three Dog guarantee on what the Barnams are gonna say: bring it, punks.
My ears in the Caribbean are telling me that rumors are flying fast and furious about a Neqa'el visiting down there, which is pretty strange because no one can tell which of the bastards it is. Hasn't been seen in any of the major cities or any of the hot demon hangouts down there. Who knows, maybe he's just down to enjoy a long cruise around the beach?
Remember, remember the fifth of November! Every year, a bunch of afreet in London celebrate by dressing themselves up as Guy Fawkes and setting themselves on fire. This year, they'll apparently have a bit more support in their public displays of self-immolation: a group of London archangels are putting aside their callings in favor of the greater sense of patriotism, and vowing to protect them against all the other archangels in the city for that one night only. I'd check the small print on that again, hotbloods - that's one truce that probably expires at midnight.
Here in the states, all our excitement comes from getting back that hour that March stole from us earlier this year. Might not mean a lot to some of you, though: anecdotal accounts suggest that the number of time rifts in this city has shot up. Start checking your computer calendars. You might just spend three weeks on a trip to the bodega and back.
In China, the Family of Heaven and Hell is putting itself back together. For those of you just tuning in to Chinese politics, this is a group of Behemoths who scour the country, looking for others who forms are like Chinese imperial dragons. Back in the 60s, Mao's flunkies had them hunted down and put to death for that pesky little worldview that said they should have been running the country, not him. It's taken a while, but apparently now's the time to regroup, if you're gonna regroup at all.
And in India, a quirky little man named Anupam is making a name for himself with a monthly comic based on the true politics of the supernatural community, sold to a mundane audience. I guess that's one way to keep us all in the public eye. Just get me a video of those people's expressions when they find out it's all real, okay?
And that's today's round up, Chi-town. Have a wonderful day. This is Three Dog! Signing off.