Rorschach's Journal, Day 127
Again the so-called gods toy with the city.
The police struggle to maintain order in a world that refuses to take shape. Laws in a city that refuses true order.
So many they cannot control. So many I cannot beat. This city is diseased, and there is no cure. The viruses call themselves vampires, thugs, rapists, monsters. Eventually there will be nothing left but blood and ash.
Not even Truman could solve these problems.
Hurm.
Depressing.
The police struggle to maintain order in a world that refuses to take shape. Laws in a city that refuses true order.
So many they cannot control. So many I cannot beat. This city is diseased, and there is no cure. The viruses call themselves vampires, thugs, rapists, monsters. Eventually there will be nothing left but blood and ash.
Not even Truman could solve these problems.
Hurm.
Depressing.