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[Look! Up in the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane!

It's a flying cockbot robot! Dist has gotten his regain, and it's outfitted his mech with a beautiful set of propellers, all the better for flying all around your lovely town in. It's been a long time since he's gotten to do anything with his beloved Kaiser, and with his chair and its ( Read more... )

[Okay, this is weird. He's not due a regain, so at first Dist is wary of the neat little box on his doorstep. He leaves it there for almost an hour but his curiosity finally gets the better of him; how bad could it be, really? Carefully he peels back the paper, peeking into the box ( Read more... )

[Phone call! To the whole town! Except the drones and the usual meddling authority figures. The call is in a moderately hushed tone, but he's easily understandable.]

So, I see that there are many new people, and you may count yourselves as lucky as you can in this place because Dist the Rose is here to take care of you all. I'm sure you've been ( Read more... )

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[backdated to the 7th I KNOW THE REGAINS ARE LATE ssssh ( Read more... )

[The voice that comes out of the phone is a wrenching mix of screaming and sobbing; it's as shrill as Dist ever is, but there's desperation to it that isn't really heard that often.]

I don't know what kind of joke this is, but it's just... [a slight sob] this is just cruel! Why would they do this?! It was... it was their bodies all torn apart and ( Read more... )

Well well, it seems as though we have quite a few new arrivals, don't we? Well, unlucky as you are to have been brought here, you do have the amazingly good luck of having me here to guide you! It just so happens that I've written up a comprehensive letter to poor souls such as yourselves, detailing out everything you could possibly need to know ( Read more... )

[filtered from drones, etc, backdated a few hours]

So I have a gift for all of you. I've finally completed my gorgeously constructed letter to our unfortunate new prisoners; I have a stack of copies here, replicated by yours truly, and will generously give one out to anyone who asks. 1767 Beaver Street.

[filtered to Percy Jackson]I have also ( Read more... )

[Backdated to yesterday, soon after this.]

[It's not long after Dist puts away his shiny new regain before he's back out on the streets, this time heading out to the general store. He has a project to work on, and he's not wasting any time on starting it. He's still pale and kind of woozy, but he said he'd be done within two days, and Dist the ( Read more... )

[Impossible as it seems, Dist does occasionally become impatient. Today specifically he's become impatient waiting to receive a certain belonging of his for free, so instead he's gone to the post office to retrieve the thing himself. This is, naturally, kind of a bad idea; one would think that having his eye confiscated would be enough of a ( Read more... )