[The time: way-too-early-in-the-morning. The camera switches to Iago at his desk in his office. There is blood on his face, on his clothes, and now a small smudge on the camera lens as he adjusts it.]

The situation has become even more dire. While on a scouting mission with one of my officers, we were ambushed by at least four other men, their ( Read more... )

[Filtered to the Ministry, Military and Prison guards]

There will be an event in the Arena in two days. That's Thursday, for all of those who cannot tell time. We are going to have some fine games there, as we want to give our citizens the best show possible, yes? And this will have to be the greatest one of them all, as we will have some extra ( Read more... )

[Iago is sitting behind his desk at his home, in a red uniform, as he leans forward towards the camera. He links his hands together and presses one finger against his lips for just a second before he considers what he wants to say. There is a cigarette between his fingers, as he, like Judas, took up smoking. Unlike Judas...Iago is not trying to ( Read more... )