I believe that I am in Hell,

This isn't over.

The deities didn't create rules--they enforced them. Whoever or whatever is above them is, presumably, still there. The only thing that this revolution has changed is who oversees us. We're not free. Our problems aren't gone.

We can't be sure that we'll be better off. What do we know about the people who have replaced the deities? Do we know where they came from? What they truly want? Now that they control whatever power the deities had, what are they going to do with it? They've made promises, but what have they done for us? Were they any more forgiving or any less ruthless than the deities during the fighting?

Nothing gets better in the City. Maybe this time will be an exception, but I see no reason to hope for much. We'll still lose people we come to care about. We'll still be at the mercy of our captors, even if they aren't the ones we're used to.

Be careful. Don't hesitate to contact the police if there's trouble.


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The deities are calling them an infection. "Unwanted, unregistered guests." Beings that the deities didn't let into the City and, apparently, can't force out.

Considering their lack of control over the situation, I have my doubts about their suggested methods of extermination. I've seen fire in action. The infected catch fire well enough, but the ashes only breed more of them. Do not set the infected on fire.

Corralling them is ridiculous without superpowers. A human who tries to herd these things into a stadium will end up dead or, if they're lucky, just bitten. And why corral them? What does Fice want to do these infected monsters that wear the faces of people we've known?

My recommendations:
- Stay in a reinforced building if you don't fight. Avoid windows.
- Don't be a hero.
- Keep your distance if you can.
- The infected don't always die. I was only able to kill the two I knew.
- Destroy the heart or destroy the head.
- Hearts are difficult to shoot. Aim for the head.
- Remind yourself that this is the City. The City doesn't import undead versions of people we know, but it has a history of torturing us with specters of loved ones. This is a trick.
- If you need help, call someone. The police are doing what they can.
- DON'T BURN THE INFECTED.


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The police department has received several dozen phone calls regarding wounds inflicted by mysterious falling objects today. Please don't report any further incidents. It's a curse and it's beyond our control. And if you inexplicably live through what should be a fatal accident, don't complain; consider yourself lucky.

Try to keep a solid roof above your head for the remainder of the day if at all possible.

[A click signifies the end of the recording... or not. It clicks back on.]

Angela Montenegro appears to be gone from the City. I've only been to the Hall... if someone would--could check...

[A pause and then a final click.]

( Police Filter // Unhackable )

( Filtered to Dean // Unhackable )

For those who haven’t heard, Todd Anderson has written a play called “Like Clockwork” that will likely be performed in May. If you are interested in helping with the play’s production, contact Neil Perry. Please consider attending.

Additionally, in light of recent allegations, I would like to issue this reminder: the police officers in the City are as susceptible to curses as anyone else. Like everyone else, they cannot be held responsible for actions they take while under the influence of a curse.


I wonder if the rest of spring will be as eventful as its beginning.

( Private // Off Network )


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