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[truthreader]

Xing nian kuai le. Time for resolutions towards solutions. Resolve to rage, rage against the dying of the light, for we'll have need of it. We've had our solstice, played the pagan, and the sun should stretch. But there's fog, the yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panesHard to see. Mixed messages. Too thick to define, too

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[no_whore]

Agreed. The air seemed... different last nightthis morning.

same filter

[truthreader]

It's more than air, more than fear. There's a substance behind it, a method to the madness.

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[no_whore]

... no good. Oh, this is not good.

same filter

[truthreader]

No. Not good, and can't trust those who say they are.

[empathed]

Can you sense it?

[truthreader]

The oncoming, or the prelude of panic? Both. And such a noise it makes.

[empathed]

It's a warning signal.

[truthreader]

One without the bells and whistles. Instincts can't be removed, whatever else gets cut out.

[1stlibrarian]

Well, as things go, you'll certainly not be the last to point this out...

And this event is... nearing?

[truthreader]

Near and nearer still. Here, and yet barely begun. Christmas morning, and the presents still not opened.

[bad_in_thelatin]

Huh. Did have a funny feeling today. Guess this confirms it. Things never seem to go smooth for us.

...We'll be ready, alright.

[truthreader]

Not us, not anyone. All for one and one for all, save the ship or we flee with the rats when it sinks. Forgotten how to swim.

[one_of_heaven]

...ah. Still alive, the lady. Her thoughts still bleeding.

[truthreader]

Still breathing and beating and bleeding. By a route obscure and lonely, haunted by ill angels only.

Tourniquets will be in short supply this season.