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Biological attack strikes Western Red!

My name is Pete Parkerson and it is my unfortunate duty to report to you, the people, that this morning a New Light Media film crew on patrol in the skies above Western Red district were the victims of a biological agent that caused their aerodyne to crash and set off a chain reaction of devastation that the city has not seen before.

There was very little evidence the Withmore Justice Force could salvage from the wreckage, but what I am about to tell you is what we know for certain.

On a cool Wednesday morning, April 18th, 2103 a New Light Media flight crew assigned to Western Red district was conducting a sweep of its usual route for footage and signs of stories in the making. Read More

The streets were crowded, the Westside Femboyz were making an early start of their routine forcible makeover agenda, and the denizens of Western Red were out in protest against the closing of the local ToxPower facility, the switch-over to other power distribution facilities having caused significant electrical outages and disrupting the already desperate living conditions in the area.

We believe that one of the flight crew set off a trigger for a timed release canister which was attached and disguised somewhere within the main compartment of the aerodyne. The flight cabin flooded with a gas which we now believe to have been high concentration of Ebola Variant Gamma-5 developed by ViriiSoma.

We can only imagine that the crew immediately began to experience bleeding from the eyes, ears, and mouth, and quickly succumbed to the effects of the potent virus which sent the aerodyne out of control and crashing down into a local Ethicol station.

I wish I could say the tragedy ended there, but the impact of the aerodyne set off a chain reaction of explosions due to relaxed safety concerns typical of the Red districts, the fire spread to nearby apartment complexes, quickly igniting trash, and other would-be kindling as it grew in size and destructive power.

Apartment after apartment reduced to smoldering debris, and the flames growing ever stronger as they approached one of Western Red's most populated super ghettos.

Flames ripped through the crowded streets, the panicked denizens of Red fighting each other for space as they tried to flee unsuccessfully, trapped between flames, locked doors, and crowds of fellow citizens.

As the streets were engulfed, and the flames skipped from apartment building to apartment building, the residents of the super ghetto complex found themselves surrounded by a wall of fire.

Slowly the flames crawled up all four corners of the massive structure, invading each floor as it progressed, wiping out the residents with nowhere to run but up, it was futile in the end as the safety and fire suppression systems were left in a state of disrepair and almost completely non-functioning.

Commuters, protesters, gangers, children, adults, the flames did not discriminate, the loss of life has been catastrophic and yet it didn't stop there. Somehow, whether by a secondary release, or just by some unfortunate twist of fate, the Ebola virus had survived the crash and the flames, survivors found themselves infected, and quickly infecting rescue workers and other citizens, the sickness spread quickly and it took many, many more lives.

It wasn't long before ViriiSoma responded to contain and eliminate the virus with their convenient handouts of Ebola Nox and increased sales to local clinics and hospitals.

They set up checkpoints, and they screened as many as they could before calling their operation and success and leaving the area, as quickly and as sudden as they had arrived.

I am just a humble street reporter, so I won't presume to know everything, but what I do know is that a biological agent was purposefully planted on a New Light Media aerodyne, and triggered an event that will forever live in the memories of Western Red district citizens and New Light Media. The convenience of ViriiSoma's 'assistance' in containment and the suddenness of their departure only leaves me with more questions, questions that I am confident will be buried either at the Council level, or perhaps even the United Nations level.

They may try to make this go away, but we'll always remember the flames, the destruction, and the estimated 1.1 million dead citizens of Western Red.

SIC Network Upgrade!

Reduced costs!

Today New Light Media and Withmore City Services are proud to announce upgrades to the SIC network. These upgrades include a leaner pricing model that reduces the on-network cost of generating an encryption key for the person generating the key. New fee�s have been put in place to offset this reduction in cost, such that each user of the key shares in the key�s on-going maintanance costs by paying an incremental fee for adding an encryption key. The fee is subject to change but is currently being tested at 250c per encryption key, on a sliding scale such that for each key a user has, the fee is N * the encryption key fee. If you have no keys, the fee is 250c. If you have 1 key the fee is 500c. Read More

If you have 2 keys the fee to add a new key is 750c.

We believe this model will help reduce costs for all citizens!

ViriiSoma Treason Scandal! (SHOCKING)

You won't believe your eyes!

Yesterday, the 28th of March, ViriiSoma Security Manager John 'Harrier' Wilson shocked the city by revealing that he planted a spy inside NLM. Siegfried Borcharm gave him secret information that was given to him under an NDA. Wilson abused it to attempt to taunt NLM's CEO, Zenon Ferreira, in a childish display that had the public shaking their heads.

Judge Lorcan Sweeny made the Law proud by responding swiftly and decisively, charging both perpetrators with treason and seeing them punished. Read More

Siegfried Borcharm was terminated by NLM, who always sees its employees punished or fired when they cross the line.

Meanwhile, John 'Warder' Wilson and his romantic partner, Sydney 'Calavera' Calderon, ViriiSoma Biotech Manager, continue to be employed at ViriiSoma despite three and four encounters with the Law since their employment, respectively, totaling about ten charges: Vigilantism, Resisting Judgment, Resisting Judicial Authority, Extortion, Littering, Manslaughter, Aggravated Assault, Undermining Judicial Authority and Disturbing the Peace. In addition, they've received warnings for instigating violence and disturbing the peace.

Anonymous sources claim that they are notorious for triggering and escalating violent incidents, including the recent massacre of innocents in ViriiSoma's lobby, and that they wax nostalgic about their days as Mixers at the drop of a hat.

Where is the justice for the innocents who have fallen to their irresponsible and childish behavior, directly and indirectly? How can ViriiSoma claim the moral high ground when they repeatedly permit such behavior on their employee's part unpunished? We at the Withmore Globe expect them to rectify this oversight momentarily, of course. A powerful corporation such as this could never allow its image to be marred by such an insignificant and easy to remove blemish.

(Edited by NewsDesk at 6:25 am on Mar. 29, 2103)

Standards

Standards

An Opinion Editorial

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What makes a good corporate citizen? Everyone has their own standards, but let's try to figure out where the general bar is, something we can all agree on. What comes to mind when you think of the ideal citizen of Withmore City?

Assuming you're not some trash dweller scraping by a pitiful existence on Red, you're probably thinking of someone that doesn't embarrass you to be around. Someone you'd get a drink with after a long day of being productive, of doing your job. Someone gregarious and pleasant to be around, who knows how to get things done and isn't afraid to push the envelope in their workplace. Read More

Someone who, when they do a line of marcy, merely becomes more fun to party with instead of telling you about all of their bizarre fetishes.

In other words, someone who can comfortably exist Topside without making an ass of themselves. Someone who isn't the butt of every joke. Someone who conforms to the standards of Topside living.

This article isn't about those people. That should be the norm, not the exception. This article just wants to ask a question.

Why? Why are the people who cannot conform and cannot cope with the standards of Topside existence allowed to be here? Why are they given a chance to begin with when they prove that they're not deserving of it, when their every waking breath is at risk of subverting our culture of productivity and excellence?

Mistakes happen. New Light Media isn't perfect, if the abortion that was Rock Cider is any indication. Show business is a tricky art, and stars rise and fall all the time. Most, hopefully, without the colossal fucking up on the level of Cider's that makes people doubt the system.

Let it not be said that this writer does not believe in chances being offered, but there comes a point when someone has to wonder if too many are being given. If there's too much leniency. If some are incapable of seeing the writing on the wall. New Light Media is, at the very least, decisive about dealing with people who are more trouble than they're worth.

A lot of people can fuck up in a city with millions of people. Let's take a few other examples, pick a few names from a hat. Importantly, let's establish right now that all of these people I'm about to list had extensive warning signs that they weren't cut out for life up here.

'Inazuma' Fujimura. Former ViriiSoma Corporate Security. A relatively obscure hire, but one who had a record of violence, lying and banditry in the Mix before she was hired to work in CorpSec. Illegal firearms, ties to banished citizens, you name it, she did it. Rumor has it that New Light Media turned her down first before she went for VSEC, where she lasted all of about two weeks before committing suicide over a lover's tiff. She went on to release the notorious Killian Rez from the Sector Correctional Facility, and is now presumed dead.

Ethan Carthage. Former ViriiSoma Public Relations. Another do-nothing hire that put in the barest minimum for his actual career, preferring to harass corporate citizens working for New Light Media for personal information, hoping to blackmail them. Apparently this was a trend he started while working for NeoTrans, which sensibly removed him quickly. By all indications, his efforts can be charitably described as inept, and he was declared a corporate traitor by ViriiSoma after months of cynically collecting paychecks while making a mockery of the corporation providing for his livelihood.

Mary Smith. Former ViriiSoma Corporate Security. Declared corporate traitor for frequently going on illegal vigilante hunts in the sewers and down on Red district, practices that had been loudly and publically ongoing for several weeks before she was finally killed on a misguided trip to Red. You might recall her on several Class Wars episodes. She even invited Mixers up to beat them up at Westun's World of Fitness in Central Gold.

I'll let the deceased Mister Akiyama's, former ViriiSoma bio-engineer, recent article speak for itself. Don't be an Akiyama.

Now, there's a big difference between being declared a corporate traitor and merely being fired. Corporate citizens who aren't putting their best foot forward are laid off every day, replaced by more ambitious and dutiful newcomers. And there's a huge difference between simply not doing a good job and actively using your status as a corporate citizen for malicious activities, activities that embarrass everyone trying to live a normal life.

You may have noticed a trend above, with those names. Why is it that ViriiSoma seems to employ more of the latter than anyone else? Why do they hire obviously tainted goods? Why do they drag their feet with ridiculous failure-citizens? We can only hope that they've tightened up on their standards. Standards that we had all best keep in mind.

Plight of the Femboy

PLIGHT OF THE FEMBOY
Rock Cider hits Rock Bottom after going nuclear on public SIC.

by Ryker Valentine


In a disastrous turn of events, former NLM TV star Rock Cider has been removed permanently from the wall screens and televisions across Withmore after a comment made on public SIC. Read More

It was previously known that Cider�s SIC ambitions included professing his sexual proclivities, but nobody expected it to come this far when he made the claim he was having sexual affairs with Judge Phillips� lover; �Props to WJF-Phil, he went above and beyond servin' the Dome and kept his chica tight for me.�

As if Undermining Judicial Authority wasn�t bad enough, Cider then goes on to backchat Grand Inquisitor Jack Anderson; when asked to clarify, Cider promptly stated that he �fucked Judge Gerik Phillips� NLM superstar girlfriend, Juju,� �Would you like me to illustrate further, Grand Inquisitor?� his smarmy tone rang out in the ears of 75 million citizens of Withmore City - half of those being loyal corporate citizens.

When asked to report to the Hall of Justice lobby, once again, drama queen Cider complained that the travel was too far, both undermining the power the Grand Inquisitor had over him and the localized fame he garnered through his very short career at NLM. It is clear at this point that his only intentions were to shame himself and shame NLM in itself - and this isn�t the first time he�s caused an unnecessarily public uproar.

Rock Cider�s career in the Mix was a confusing one to start off - he frequently updated in the Metro Chat section of the Grid in what he calls a �glog� during his happenings in the Mix. Not a single soul knew who this histrionic nobody was, but the more and more he updated, the more and more he gathered somewhat of a cult following. It was no surprise that his ambitions were solely based off the fact that fame and money was his end goal - without the respect and professionalism he required as a corporate citizen.

Even less of a surprise is his previous relationship with the late Kain Falls, a Mix rockerboy whose music coincidentally carried on through Rock Cider after his death. While rumor had it before that Rock Cider was piggybacking off of Kain�s mix popularity, he has also been accused of betraying him completely to join NLM, rather than remain by his side as the Mixer he was always meant to be. Some say after learning of Falls� death, Cider smiled.

Resources report that Rock Cider had no intentions of being a singer or having real talent to begin with - once again highlighting how insistent he was in gaining fame without actually having to work for it. Accompanied by his persistently unsuccessful attempts to raise awareness about his existence, as well as the fruitless narcissism he prides himself with, his sad life has been narrated by the desperate attempts he makes to get fame.

And it fails. Every time. He may boast about how much �chatter� he gathers, but it�s negative in every connotation. Much like a child who is desperate for the attention of others, positive or negative, Cider�s endless blathering on SIC can only be described as desperate and insatiable - and while he may be glad his legacy lives on in a few sad Metro Chat posts and a shaming article, his word-of-mouth notoriety will be forgotten as quickly as Akiyama�s was.

A well-respcted coworker of mine put it very accurately; when you are no longer productive in your career, and it is dumbed down to simply being your service, you are no longer welcome topside. You�ll either slip away quietly back to where you belong, or you�ll be made a public example of - the entirety of your career and work broken down and stomped all over by those who felt you deserved a chance to have it in the first place. Make wise of your time here, and if you think you can get away with abusing those above you, think hard about how easily they can take everything you have away from you.

After a pitiful attempt at raising the price on his head, Cider�s bounty was claimed at 30,000 chyen. As of the publishing of this article, he is currently being held by the WJF.

ViriiSoma Interrupts Juicy Vee Concert: Mass Shooting!

The senseless loss of innocent lives will SHOCK you!

Noon, 03/02/03: Juicy Vee surprises his fans with an unplugged performance in Cobblestone Plaza, spitting fire and giving away free copies of his brand new game, King of the Mix. The crowd gathers at record-breaking speed and goes wild as the beloved star starts performing while throwing his games out into the crowd for his fans to catch.

In the frenzy to get a hold of one of the copies, part of the crowd stumbles into the ViriiSoma lobby. Unaware of their surroundings, they're only there for high quality entertainment and a chance at getting a high value souvenir straight from the star's hands. Read More

Unfortunately, they get more than they bargained for.

ViriiSoma security asks the crowd to clear the area, completely ignoring the fans' inability to hear the request due to the commotion and the concert outside, as well as their distracted state.

Suddenly, a non-security employee of ViriiSoma bursts out of nowhere and grabs the game, provoking the crowd and taunting them before pulling out a knife and starting to stab anyone approaching, killing them in cold blood. It is unclear why ViriiSoma security escalated the situation and whether the non-security employee was ordered to start the commotion by ViriiSoma itself; this journalist can't help but wonder.

Immediately, ViriiSoma security starts shooting to kill the helpless civilians as they scream and run for their lives, causing Juicy Vee to have to interrupt the concert in order to prevent the loss of any more innocent lives. Who knows what might have happened if the brave agents of NLM security weren't outside, in the plaza, ready to intervene if the havoc spread to the public domain?

The Withmore Justice Force charged the non-security employee who started the violence with Manslaughter, but who will help the traumatized or even permanently dead victims of the massacre? Who will hold the one who gave the order to shoot or those who followed the order accountable? All we can do is keep the memory of this senseless violence alive in our hearts and take a stand against any more coldblooded shootings by ViriiSoma security.

03/02 - Never Forget.

Consequences

Consequences
- by Aurelie Claudel

Christmas. One of the most significant holidays of the year - and one of our most polarizing. For those fortunate enough to have family, friends or a significant other, it�s an opportunity to indulge in abundance; gifts, feasts, fun and frivolity. But for those of us who have lost loved ones, the season can be a reminder of our woes, it can magnify a sense of loss and mourning. And then there are the others � the ones who are lonely and the ones who choose to be alone. The former kind, who were never graced with the social skills required to maintain significant relationships, struggle with their depression and cope with the aid of risky sex, drugs, booze, or senseless thrills. Read More

The latter kind, the ones who choose to be alone, they often have reasons for it, focused on other goals like a career deadline or wanting to avoid the mediocrity of pretentious pleasantries. Or maybe it�s a distrust in people.

I have been cursed with an opinionated mouth and a penchant for thrill-seeking behaviours. These traits, combined with my insatiable curiosity are what drive me to become a better journalist. But unfortunately, they are also what attracts the wrong attention. Some of this attention comes in a positive form � in the shape of compliments and praise for my stories � these ones are often from people who appreciate having something interesting to read on their daily commute. Sometimes, the venom comes from mixers who despise those of us who would dare elevate ourselves away from the dangers of the mix, so we can focus instead on greater problems like designing the systems that provide this city with our essential services � of the systems that protect us from the barren, radioactive wastelands beyond our dome walls.

It all started with a beautifully wrapped gift from a secret admirer. Instead of being excited, as any normal woman would be, I was paranoid. I had recently written an article that landed me in hot water � my own naivete and lack of experience and better judgement drawing the attention of two of the most powerful men in the city. But one by one, as each package was scanned and opened, it appeared the gifts (although of a rather embarrassingly lewd nature) were innocuous. However, one of them was not as innocent as the rest. A violent explosion erupted in the form of an ethicol timebomb, spewing flames and debris that sent shockwaves throughout the lobby of the NLM tower. It felt like I had been hit by a maglev. All around me, people collapsed to the ground. Innocent corporate citizens contributing their part to society by attending work were murdered in the blink of an eye. A devastating fire broke out, engulfing our beautiful receptionist, her life extinguished the moment she sucked hot air into her lungs. In an instant while the fire grew, consuming everything in the lobby; gifts, eyePods, furniture, mortal flesh all consumed by the inferno. Acrid smoke filled my lungs, but by some miracle � most likely the life-sustaining nanogenic bioware from ViriiSoma � Judge Janz and I survived the blast. It was so surreal.

Debris from the initial explosion blocked our escape. While smoke billowed and the haze of radiant heat licked at our exposed skin, we made our escape, taking with us the bodies of the fallen. The exhaustion and the agony were almost more than I could bear but fortunately, services were quick to react and came to our aid, assisting our timely escape, extinguishing the fire and ensuring the security of NLM Tower. We were receiving treatment at the Westside Elective Clinic when an active member of the Black Tide terrorist cell appeared. Never before in my life have I felt as much fear as when I witnessed first hand what they were capable of � in a flash of gleaming metal, Judge Janz was cut down, reduced to a bloodied mess of burned flesh. Despite his inevitable fall � in spite of the tilted match � he never once stopped fighting. The WJF has proven time after time that they are willing to lay down their lives for the protection of innocent civilians.

The next day, as I recovered from my injuries and attempted to make sense of the events that had occurred, my pride returned � the egotistical feeling that comes from surviving unspeakable torture and humiliation. And in any other situation, it may have been justified, but not this one. What I failed to understand about the situation at large was the extent of the reach that a terrorist organisation can have. My mistake and inability to reserve my words for the Globe could have endangered the public at large and I recognize something now that I should have always know: We live and we breath only because it is allowed. We are dependent on systems that work quietly in the background, ensuring the delicate balance of life is sustained, and we must all learn and accept our place within these systems; man or woman, rookie or veteran, corporate or mixer, elder or child. It is with deep humility that I have written this article exposing my mistakes despite the inevitable public shame that will undoubtedly accompany it � a shame that belongs to me, as an individual alone, and does not reflect the opinions of my corporation. If there is one wish that I have for Christmas, it would be to warn anyone else from making the same mistakes:

We are free to make whatever choices we want, but we are not free from the consequences of our choices.

Mass Murderer Escapes Prison

Mass murderer escapes prison
- by Aurelie Claudel


The corruption of Red Sector residents knows no bounds; Angus 'Rez' Killian, the cold-blooded serial killer responsible for the recent killing spree of corporate citizens, was aided in an escape from the Sector Correctional Facility (SCF) by a corrupt prison guard. �Fortunately, he was intercepted by the WJF and promptly returned. �While the SCF itself is impressive, thanks to the generous investment from New Light Media's Class Wars and its host Jonus Alexander, this inexcusable error occurred due to the unforgivable betrayal from former prison guard, Reiko 'Pariah' Fujimura and previously convicted criminals, Epoch 'Inko' Hendricks and Lana 'Revat' Aila. Read More

Ever since her arrival in Withmore, Fujimura has been nothing but a detriment to society. �She permanently killed a doctor at Fuller Med while working for Withmore City Services, was fired for incompetence by ViriiSoma, then fired again by the SCF after being convicted of murder. �Honestly, how fucking dumb do you have to be to lose your job as a security guard in one of the easiest jobs there is in the Mix! �I mean, the WJF literally hand-delivers inmates to their cells, so how hard can it be?! �But I digress; this woman has been given every chance at a stable job and still, she chooses to spit in the face of society - a typical reaction of a Mixer population that would much rather blame someone else for their problems than consider the fact that they might just actually need to be responsible for elevating themselves above their pitiful existence.

So how did this all go down? �Fujimura, although fired from the SCF due to her murder conviction, was never fully erased from the books. �
She just waltzed right on in, taking Epoch Hendricks and Lana Aila with her, who then walked right back out with Killian's decrepit form in tow. �The Mix is a tough mistress though and there was one giant flaw in their plan - they didn't expect their fellow Mixers to turn on their own kind. �Killian was murdered by gangers outside the New Rose Hotel. �By this point, one of the less-incompetent prison guards alerted Judge Janz. Grand Inquisitor Jack Anderson ordered Aila, Angus Miur, Hendricks, and Fujimura to turn themselves in, which the majority proceeded to do.
Hendricks made the mistake of following her up - but instead of handing himself over, launched an aggressive assault on our Judges with the help of Isa Leveau, known frequent joygirl for low-level fixer and junk dealer Julian 'Apollo' Denario. �It was a brutal affair in which one of our noble servicewomen fell but was fortunately revived by Doctor Kanagawa who offered her assistance in the nick of time. Leveau was given clone death for her participation.

So, Fujimura turns herself in, joining the others in lockup where they were all sentenced. �Fujimura was promptly executed. �Aila attempted to escape her cell and was sentenced to 1000 years of Time Dilation.
Hendricks was brutally punished by having his memories wiped - a punishment that, unlike the current, infuriating assumptions by uninformed individuals, is not a rehabilitation. �Epoch Hendricks is a murderer, a Mixer, whose reputation precedes himself. �He is still a criminal and is NOT to be welcomed with open arms.

As for Killian, he was apprehended at Genetek shortly after cloning and returned to his permanent cell where he will continue to spend the rest of his life sentence. �The most hilarious thing of all is that those naive degenerates actually believed Killian was a folk hero, defending them by sticking it to the man. �However, by following a few risky leads - and I'm telling you, this wasn't an easy fact to uncover, someone obviously wants it to remain a secret- I discovered that Killian Angus was PAID an enormous sum of chyen, to the value of 350,000 credits, to cause havoc topside. �And who paid him? �None other than the infamous terrorist, Nicadameus Frasier.

Exactly what Frasier's intent may be is currently unknown but you have my word, my dear, valued readers - I will do my best to get to the bottom of this and keep you informed. �Until then, please be vigilant. �If you see any suspicious activity, report it to the Hall. �And remember; stay away from the mix - let me bring the news to you, in the safety of your beautiful Gold and Green sectors.

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CORRECTION: It was previously mentioned that Judge Janz had ordered a trio of criminals turn themselves in to the Hall.

However, Grand Inquisitor Jack Anderson made the request and three out of the four criminals, out of fear of retribution, complied with the demands.


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Nowhere to Run

Nowhere To Run
Pitiful attempt at defamation squashed

by Ryker Valentine


On January the 10th, 2103, former ViriiSoma biotech Ashier Akiyama, otherwise as H.Aki on SIC, was reported to have spread forged documents containing falsified information on ViriiSoma's latest research. Several witnesses have come forward and claimed they had seen documents detailing the fabricated reports and the names of those allegedly involved. This information was elevated to even further public notice in a self-proclaimed �suicide note� on the Grid. Read More

Akiyama, a do-nothing corporate citizen whose presence was perceived as little more than an afterthought prior to this, had been relieved of his position at ViriiSoma for repeated instances of disturbing behavior. He�s been known to profess this behavior at Juicy Vee�s live milk bar, iterating the grotesque details of dead bodies, along with publicly leaking NDA information about his work. He succeeded in making himself out to be an unlikable ghoul with little regard to the new corporate reputation he had to uphold.

The tip off that led to his corporate betrayal was nothing more than a cliche lover�s feud, sending him over an edge he could not return from. Already known as an unprofessional embarrassment, Akiyama could not separate his personal life from his professional, and in turn strung up a flimsily-written article that claimed to be ViriiSoma property, with inconsistent information structured - or unstructured in such a way that was uncharacteristic of corporate standard. The names mentioned at the end were a humorless attempt to call out several ViriiSoma biotechs - some of whose names were not even in full or spelled correctly.

Lover�s feud? Yes -- it is rumored that Akiyama had, the night before, been victim to an affair. He proceeded to invade the dwelling of a local celebrity, likely with the intent to steal something from the homewrecker in some sort of sick and twisted criminal revenge. However, he got more than he bargained for when either party started to consumate in the living room, leaving him trapped. When the WJF arrived on-scene following the report of the break-in-burglary, Akiyama made his way down to Red and was subsequently issued a fine of thirty-five thousand chyen.

A wobbly attempt of a smear campaign at best. This wasn�t his first failure, either - but it certainly will be his last. Following his posts on the Grid, he proceeded to give out the VSWITH key on the Feed, further displaying his complete disregard for law and finalizing his label as a corporate traitor. True to his folk�s tale, however, Akiyama had killed himself in an attempt to flee the Justice system. After a commendable joint operation by ViriiSoma�s very own CorpSec and the Withmore Justice Force, the freshly cloned Akiyama was apprehended and faced an unremarkable end to an unremarkable life.

Perhaps there is a lesson in this for us all. In the grand scheme of things, your personal failure is not conclusive to your career. You may have a day of a bad reputation, but your consequent success by pressing on and focusing on your career can make up for it in the long run. Remember that the corporations work for you - which means, in return, you have to work for them if you want a remarkable status. Not everything goes your way, and that�s okay. But please, for the love of God, don�t take it out on anyone else, especially the corporation you owe allegiance to.

Here�s some personal insight as to why some fail and some succeed as corporate citizens. Number one thing: professionalism. You have to know how to let go of your personal grievances in exchange for your job. This isn�t uncommon, either; you have to let go of what is holding you back from achieving your best in your career. If you�re having a bad day, you have to leave it at the door. Point blank. Entertaining and tending to the loyal customers who demand the service you�ve agreed to provide becomes your number-one motivation when you move up, and when it doesn�t, you need to rethink /why/ you�re moving up. If you think for a moment that the corporations are going to let you off with a slap of the wrist for defaming and slandering their name, you are not only mistaken, but you become another example. An embarrassment to the public. Another Akiyama, in essence.


Don�t be an Akiyama.

PERTINENT PENANCE

Last week the city saw the grand opening of the new corporate-funded structure that aims to serve one purpose: lock up the sacks of filth that infest this fine City and keep them down below and under our feet where they can't harm our children and families. Read More

Following piqued interest from the City Council to fight the Red Sector plague that threatens our very own wellbeing, we have personally seen how New Light Media has generously backed the funding of this new facility that aims to ease the burden on the WJF and TERRA, sub-delegating tasks that nobody wants to do such as dealing with vagrant filth and maintaining criminals at bay in their new modern precincts, which counts with the state-of-the-art security technology such as Tiger autocannon guns and mean men with batons.

I was fortunate enough to receive an early tour of the new Sector Correctional Facility and the staff were kind enough to disclose some information with me, related to the new technology they've developed to address the problem of potential prison overpopulation and the excess of shitheads sharing iso-cubes like sardines in a can; one moment, smartasses, because NLM is one step ahead of you.

The brand-new Time Dilation drug is a new substance that will make you want to kill yourself, in essence. But speaking in more scientific terms, the Time Dilation drug alters the perception of time by the person consuming it, essentially making them live in slow-motion.

The drug has acquired a number of street-talk terms such as Slow-Mo and Ti-Di and has been described as being as a severe psychological torture, causing wreck and mayhem in the minds of the people taking it.

Just imagine sitting in a cube and batting an eye, because yes, you need to blink. Now imagine that batting an eye is the most scrutinous process you've ever performed in your life: it feels like an eternity before your eyelids can close and open again. That's Slow-Mo, and while some of my peers have questioned its moral value, I flick them off. Want to know why? Because THEY DESERVE IT!

The prison has seen the most repulsive personalities inhabiting its precincts: we've seen Angus Killian, Epoch Hendriks, and a whole array of disgruntled Mix parodies-of-gangers who are THERE because the LAW put them there for heinous crimes such as HOMICIDE, TERRORISM, AND KIDNAPPING.

I have to congratulate the City, as a witness to their genius and supremacy; For a criminal, a regular sentence will be perceived as eighteen to thirty-six months, while for the rest of us sound-of-mind individuals, it'll feel like two or three days at most, allowing for the quick processing of inmates while ensuring that the severe punishment is enough to prevent a plethora of future crimes.

Not all things are good nonetheless, as the prison staff has seen its own share of hiccups too in its performance. During an interview process, led by Street Judge Amon Janz, a Junior Guard and former convict and murderer who goes by the name of Rais Lee, escorted the Judge to the prisoner's cell. Not long after the Judge persuaded the prisoner to start spilling the beans about his mischief �and don't all Mixers pretend to act tough and like bad boys until they see shiny armor and a big gun, when they piss their pants- the Mixer, whose identity will remain a secret for the naivest audience, slung threats to the guard� who proceed to ATTACK and KILL him AND his cell partner while they were handcuffed!

At first, I thought this was perhaps an ill-disguised attempt at an early escape from their sentence, allowing the inmates an early (though fatal) release, however this occurred on the same day that they were due to be released. I was baffled when I heard the news � this was worse than any other punishment because HOW are they supposed to REMEMBER their punishment if they are MURDERED before being given the chance to update their clones? There�s a reason we built the prison, otherwise the LAW would have fined or executed them in the first place!

THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU LET MIXER TRASH RUN AN ORGANIZATION!

And THE PEOPLE WHO RUN THE PRISON need to place HIGHER STANDARDS on the new hires to avoid this kind of petty and pathetic incidents that scream nothing but incompetence. This undesirable trait is already abundant in Red, do we need to have it in the facilities that have been generously granted to them by the corporations? I SAY NO. And while the guard was executed by the Judge and rescinded of his duties, it's just a matter of time before the next guard goes rogue and commits the same acts, or worse: causes a tragedy within the walls of SCF.

This is why we, hardworking corporate citizens, implore their bosses to remain vigilant and prove us wrong. Prove to us that the SCF can work as we intend it to work: as a space for the improvement of Withmore City, our beloved, fine city.

Dark Days

Angus Killian's murder spree comes to a close.

Monday, December 04, 2012

It has been another dark day as several more of our valuable corporate citizens have been murdered in a killing spree that begun several days ago, when serial killer and madman Angus Killian, returned to Withmore.

In a previous article, I mentioned how dangerous my job would be - but I had no idea until I followed a tip that led me into contact with notorious Black Tide terrorist, Nicadameus Fraiser, who returned to Withmore City shortly after the Clone Banks were destroyed. Surrounded by Frasier and his goons, I was told about the explosions, then handed over to a hooded companion, someone whose face I recognised as soon as it was revealed: Killian Rez. Angus. Read More

CyanideGimp on the Grid - whatever name you want to call him.

He took his time with me. He slashed my skin apart, opening wound after wound. The irony wasn't lost on me as every beat of my heart, both sustained my life... and brought me closer to death. None were as painful as the moment that he took away my beauty. One of his gnarled hands wrapped around my throat while the other slid the sharp, cold blade into my eye socket until I was left with nothing but a gaping hole. Pump.. pump.. pump. Every rapid, terror-filled pulse pushed the last of my consciousness away.

I am only alive to bring you this story because of the brave vigilance of Field-medic Rejind who heard public discussion about the assault, investigated and relayed information to the authorities that recovered me. He was also the medic who administered the life-saving treatment that I required. I was lucky to have survived.

Unfortunately, the same could not be said for my fellow colleague, Litso Dimulya. I met Litso for the first time yesterday after being returned by the WJF to the protection of NLM Corporate Security. She was so very gentle and kind - and sympathetic after her own personal experience. You see, Litso was another one of Killian's helpless victims, murdered in cold blood after being lured into a stolen cab - CHEX vehicle C326 and she wasn't the only one.

This evening, Doctor Dace Railey from Westside Elective Clinic, became another victim. Dr Railey is someone much beloved by dear friends of mine - all of them good people who worked hard to earn their places in the Corporate world - who constantly strive to improve themselves and provide valuable contributions to society. While I barely know the woman myself, what I do know of her is that she is an innocent woman and she didn't deserve to die.

This believe was affirmed when a friend of Dr Railey attempted to call her after hearing about the abduction, This friend stayed on the line, enduring a conversation with the twisted tongue of a predator, relaying information in an attempt to save her live. Killian answered the phone and agreed to an exchange - my life for hers. A stupid thing to agree to, oui, but those who know me, know that I have a difficult time sitting idle in an apartment while innocent people are being murdered. Especially after the heinous crime he committed earlier that day.

When I woke up that morning, I'd been informed that Killian had been apprehended by Judges and was undergoing treatment for Degenerative Clone Disease (DCD) so that he could be incarcerated. Unfortunately, he managed to escape, but an anonymous tip revealed his location. In a valiant attempt to contain the madman before he could hurt any more civilians, Judge Janz followed Killian down into the mix, but was outnumbered, overpowered and tortured to death. He lied to me, with promises that the good Judge would be let go if I'd meet him at the Drome � something I foolishly considered until sources warned me that the Judge had already been murder. He told me the same lie, agreeing to releasing our innocent Doctor.

What I didn't know at the time though was that CHEX C326 wasn't the only stolen vehicle in operation. No, Killian had stole another taxi, C675 - the one he was telling me to get in. But he couldn't hold up his part of the deal because Dr Railey wasn't going to be released. Epoch Hendricks and Lana Aila murdered her in the back seat of cab C326 while he fled the scene. That's when the WJF stepped in, using a Locust Cargo AV to hoist up cab 326 - passengers and all - dropping it off in the brand new Sector Correctional Facility where Hendricks and Aila will now serve their time.

In just a few days, I've witnessed hero worship from confused and delusional mixers who believe that he is going to provide them with some kind of revolution, but you poor, confused souls couldn't be more wrong. Angus Killian is a madman. Literally, one of the most complicated cases of DCD. He's a broken record, doomed to repeat. And repeat. And repeat. And repeat.

The manipulations of Killian are indiscriminate. Sure, his current preference for chaos is to ignite the criminal mixer population into action against corporate citizens, but take it from someone who knew him in a past life - Angus Killian is a dangerous lunatic. He is encouraging the mixer population to rise up, inciting acts of violence that led to the recent, grievous attack at New Light Station.

Why? Because he was turned on, by another notorious criminal. Someone who ripped all the chrome from his body, without anaesthesia, in a shack in Bansuporu Park before being left for dead in the wastelands with nothing but a canteen full of piss. He has died so many times, that he can't even remember who he loves, or who he hates. So he hates us all. But this all happened because of.. you guessed it.. another forsaken criminal, Mark Grey. Ivan. D. Why do these criminals all have so many names? I'm starting to notice a pattern here. But anyway, most of you won't remember him, not unless you search the grid for old news. Killian didn't always used to be so bad - he was a decker, a good one too. But Grey pushed and pushed, killing everyone that Killian loved. All of his friends. That drove him to sell himself to the highest bidder and jack himself up with more chrome than anyone should really be able to survive. Those two fought so often.. that eventually, Killian ended up becoming exactly like the man that he hated so much.

And that's where we end up today. Remember my lesson, people. I'll repeat it, so it sinks in: The mix is a cesspool where filth breeds filth. It rots anyone that lingers too long, just like how it's rotted Killian's mind away. Don't make me write it again.

Until next time, our cherished readers, here's an exclusive peek inside the new Sector Correctional Facility:

[A photograph of SCF - Processing: This spacious room seems to get a lot of traffic, a trail of scuff marks clearly visible along the floor from the constant foot traffic of inmates and facility personnel alike. A watch desk sits a short distance away from the southern wall, allowing facility personnel to keep a careful eye on the procession of inmates in their distinct jumpsuits. Through the west, you can see the first row of the prison's isolation cubes awaiting their immediate residents. An iso-cube control kiosk is here set into the wall near the door, casting a soft glow. A framed poster titled 'WCS' on the wall finishes with the tagline 'Withmore depends on City Services'. Jericho is here, locked in the grasp of Lorraine Seabrook.  Judge Hart is maintaining a vigil.  Angus Muir is standing here.  Dru Coetzee is sitting at the watch desk.]

Caption: The Processing Room - where criminals are sorted into their cells. Unfortunately, while given a tour of one, I am not permitted to share photos of secure areas with the public. I'm sure you can all appreciate why. Nonetheless, the cell that I saw was a simple room with all the basic amenities - one of the ones given to sleepers, who will now be carried into them by TERRA or WCS personnel instead of left at the coffins.

[A photograph of SCF - Visiting Area: This large, plain room is utilitarian and has so little in the way of decoration that anything without function stands out like a sore thumb. A concrete floor has been painted a shade of medium gray and covered with a thick layer of shining epoxy. A circular reception station stands in the center of the room made of translucent white polycarbonate with metal accents, its surfaces scratched and dinged up over time. On its counter is a single fake-looking plastic plant which could use a good dusting. Hideous pea green airport-style bench chairs have been lined all around the edges of the room with the seat-areas faded slightly, obviously host to many past visitors. The dingy white walls do little to remove the feeling of claustrophobia one might get in this windowless, near-featureless space. A sign over the eastern door states: 'ALL Visitors MUST Check In At Desk'. A black camera hangs from the wall watching the area. A framed poster titled 'SCF' on the wall finishes with the tagline 'The Sector Correctional Facility, a place for rehabilitation'. Dennis Harewood is patrolling the prison, beatboxing under his breath.  Judge Hart is maintaining a vigil.  The reception station is empty, in the middle of the room. The bench chairs are lined in neat rows along each wall.]

Caption: The Visiting Area, where the slow realisation that nobody cares enough to visit will slowly dawn upon you.

[A photograph of SCF - Cafeteria shows: A large, checkered tile room flooded by the artificial blue glow of the overhead fluorescent lighting. The drab beige walls are completely bare save for a notice board and a large framed T.E.R.R.A. recruitment poster. Agents in jumpsuits or plainclothes march through the serving line at the counter along the north wall, taking trays of food to the numerous long tables that take up most of the room. The meal counter is lined up along the north wall, condensated with the moisture of many steam trays. Pauline Chiu is fast at work behind the meal counter.  Saul Pine is most certainly not passing out seconds.  Judge Hart is maintaining a vigil.  The southern cafeteria bench is vacant. The central cafeteria bench is vacant. The northern cafeteria bench is vacant.]

Caption: The Cafeteria, serving sloppy synthesized meat-foods to inmates.

(Edited by NewsDesk at 1:41 am on Dec. 7, 2102)

Withmore Beats Art Competition Results

Juju reveals the winner of 100,000 chyen

Withmore Beats Art Competition Results

-Juju reveals the winner of 100,000 chyen

By Aurelie Claudel, Withmore Globe Journalist


Friday, December 15, 2102

The long-anticipated winner of New Light Media�s Withmore Beats visual arts competition has been announced. In a public statement released earlier today, award-winning singer and songwriter Juju revealed:

�We've got a winner for the Withmore Beats artwork contest, finally! For first place, the art piece "Forged Immortality" by Solaria Darkstone. She'll be the recipient of hundred thousand chyen, have her artwork displayed for millions to see and be invited to a special celebratory trip.�

[Photo: Forged Immortality by Sol. Read More

Darkstone]

Starting at the left center of the canvas is a humanoid figure with no face stepping from a seemingly endless row of vats onto a golden floor. Immediately outside of the vat another humanoid but featureless figure is depicted inspecting what appears to be a closet full of skins, complete with faces and hairdos and even clothes to match them. All of these skinsuits are hollow and empty. Another figure is depicted pushing its featureless form into one of the male appearing suits. Just to the right, a humanoid figure appearing female with colorful hair appears to be walking towards two sets of staircases with an elevator between them.

One of the staircases is stained with blood and the opposite staircase is lavishly adorned with green jewels. Dividing the staircases is a closed elevator that appears sleek and modern, completely unblemished. An indicator above the elevator marking the floor shines with blue with an infinity symbol. While the elevator remains closed, both staircases are freely available to traverse. In the background of the scene a few of the figures remain in a void of dull black color. One lone figure is scene escaping the blackness through a crevice of orange light while others recoil in fear.

Near the upper portion of the canvas is depicted a heavenly scene of shining  golden statues and vibrant green parks of flora. Human figures dressed finely wearing ornate masks mingle with each other, while black sentinels loom in the background with mirroed faces. Near the forefront of the scene is the beginning of a staircase, presumable linked with the scene in the middle. It is here that one of the looming black figures is seen tearing off the mask of one of the finely dressed figures to reveal a hideous face. It appears that in this same motion, the towering guardian is casting the revolting figure back down the stairs.

At the lower portion of the canvas a scene of fire and blood washes over the canvas amongst decrepit buildings and shadowy alleyways. Hundreds of meticulously shaped humanoids in various attire from fraudulent elegance to downtrodden tatters litter the scene. Some congregate with others of a similar color while others stand alone and isolated. There are many instances where a knife is being planted in someones back or violence against one involving many. Another staircase is at the forefront of this scene climbing upwards to the middle of the canvas. A few haggard figures are seen trying to climb it, only to be pushed back down by those descending. Some appear to be pulled back by others as they struggle to break free.

At the right center of the canvas many freshly birthed figures having taken their skins from the closet descend the blood stained stairs, a disproportionately smaller few climb the stairs adorned with green gems. One singular female figure appears to be before the now opening elevator bathed in bright blue light, walking triumphantly into its grace.

[---End Photo---]

For the runner up, the enchanting superstar declared:

�For second place, we have a stunning painting is a badass painting by an artist who wishes to remain anonymous. They're going to receive a complete set of diamond weave and prog-cloth, custom tailored to their desires.�

[Photo: Painting by anonymous artist]

Shimmering, reflective waves of gold ripple in an infinite pool, tranquil to the naked eye, broken only with the emergence of a diminutive woman. Obsidian-dyed curls are slick with liquid gold droplets sliding back down into the surface, most of the figure's form below the shoulders hidden in the murky clouds of gold and platinum under the waterline. Washed of the clinging liquid, a closed fist is thrust into the air, a historical symbol of liberation. Vines of withered ivy climb her wrist, swirling around feminine letters spelling 'Atonement.' Endless night is the background, the sky, no obstacle for Alivia, her well-known face painted in realistic recreation, to clear when her rise completes.

It isn't, not quite yet.

Slinking in the depths, shadowy figures grasp and claw for her ankles, pulling harshly on a chain of shackles. Floating away from an obscured leg is a fully broken manacle, falling back into the foggy gloom. In the vague depiction of the characters it's difficult to tell if friends are among the foes trying to hold her back, a last restraint left around an ankle. Chaos is disrupted by a glimmer of light showing hope: the final cuff is cracking, the fantasy of others fading to the dreams of Alivia.

[---End Photo---]

The anonymous artist commented that they used gold and platinum colours in their piece to represent Juju�s time at the Korova Milk Bar, her current employment at New Light Media, and how people associate the premium colours with wealth. The artist explained that Juju�s emergence from the pool and the horrors that lurk beneath its surface was designed to depict her breaking away from the hold of others, their greedy wants and desperate needs.

In third place, Juju disclosed, �Last but not least in third place, another anonymous submission based on the state of purgatory between death of a clone and modern rebirth.� To view the artwork that took third place, check out the original piece on the gridnode: ModernRebirth.

Juju�s enchanting voice and contagious beats are prominent in her new album Renaissance, which is available for purchase in stores with its feature songs LUCID, Molokos and Dancing with the Devil made into videos now playing in rotation on Withmore Beats, Channel 16.  

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