The din of explosions, fires, and gunshots is near-constant, with the overcrowded foot traffic and shouting voices rounding out the daily horror-orchestra. Whether out on the garbage-strewn streets, packed in sweatshops, or trying to find solace at one's residence, the only assurance is that the chaos will never stop.
That's what life is like in Red Sector.
We're thankful for the allowances corporate citizenship affords us. We earn our lifestyle on our merit. It's what sets us apart from the monsters lurking below. They prey on their own kind like cannibals, consuming and discarding the resultant unconscious husks once they've outlived their usefulness.
Citizens who may have had the chance of promising corporate careers are instead trapped in a cycle of abuse, manipulation, and dependency.
It's only a matter of time before they're brainwashed into being pawns that terrorize corporations. Our mission for the truth brings you behind-the-scenes, into the inner workings of these criminal cultists.
NESTLED IN THE SCENT OF SEX
Nestled in Ashlin Mall on Red Sector, Red�s Finest offers a supposed safe haven from the routine muggings, gangs and murders that rule the mix. The club itself reeks of sex and alcohol. Strippers wander the floors, often inviting patrons into a singular, rarely-washed backroom for joying services. Their lustful moans punctuate the loud bass that permeates the smoke-filled den. To mixers, this is a pinnacle of luxury.
A dark secret was lurking in plain-sight.
Over the course of the past few months, the Globe has launched a remarkable underground investigation into the fanatical society within Red�s Finest and, more specifically, its former boss: Mia Romano [SIC: Metello, Pyramid, Wildcard, Venice]. We discovered that Red�s was far from a safe haven. It was a criminal enterprise that, left unchecked, would have reached upwards. Had it not been for the constant vigilance and foresight of New Light Media corporate security and the Globe, plans for attacks on corporate citizens may not have been caught and thwarted in time.
Mia Romano is a wealthy mixer who, until quite recently, served as the owner of Red�s Finest. Patrons recognized those sclera-less black eyes and protruding devil horns--and the erratic, violent personality that witnesses stated came with them. Ruling with fear, Romano used his club as a front for a violent crime ring like whose influence stretched beyond Ashlin Mall and pervaded into the rest of the mix. We've collected horrifying accounts of Romano�s rise and fall, exposing his pernicious and poisonous deeds that both directly and indirectly threatened our livelihoods.
Here are those stories.
CELEBRATING THE COMATOSE
On February 15, 2105, Mia Romano put on his ultimate show: the Carnival of Flesh. Red�s Finest manager had spent tens of thousands of chyen to ensure that all high-profile Mixers would attend the event, inundating millions with incessant SIC advertisements. But not all was as advertised. Like its dancers' costumes, Red�s Finest �Carnival of Flesh� was a cruel masquerade to further ensnare its customers loyalty for their nefarious ends. Behind its voluptuous vixens was an orgy of self-inflicted violence.
The night began auspiciously with free candy, cheap drinks, and an opening act that unironically involved a trash can. The hedonism continued with dancers and even more free candy. As the night wore on, the dancers' routines became punctuated with the minutiae of overdoses: vomiting, seizing, and unconsciousness. By our count, at least five different Mixers overindulged on the drugs, with plenty more likely unaccounted for. It was, as one of its employees cruely stated on SIC, a "record-setting event," only complaining about the effort it took to drag their "shit-stained [comatose bodies] outside." As the overdoses continued, the tally was promoted on SIC like a drug-addled Deathball match.
But Romano did not promote hedonism for hedonism sake. His purpose was plain, as admitted by Miranda Jones [SIC: Thana], an employee and close confidante of Romano, who boldly admitted in private, "We�re getting everyone addicted so they gotta buy more." This is textbook predatory behavior. Corporate citizens are encouraged to indulge responsibly in a manner that maintains their ability to function and perform efficiently. Intentionally getting people hooked creates a dependency that feeds the establishment's candy ring more chyen, while giving a negative association towards recreational drug use, which can be an entirely healthy habit.
As the party continued, Romano made a grand entrance. Employees began to encourage their many patrons to celebrate by shedding their clothing and partaking in even more drug use. Those that stripped were met with the flash of a camera. All of this was later acknowledged to be a clever ruse to gather paydata from its customers. Romano even instructed Jones to get "more group pictures. [They are] free paydata." Jones proudly proclaimed that she "took a selfie with everyone," especially those in the nude. The photos bared the true flesh of the Carnival of Flesh -- to act as a police state with tits as a front. Romano put everyone on surveillance, using group activities as a way to gather data for manipulation, extortion, and blackmail, keeping Red Sector citizens obedient and loyal to his crime ring. This isn't the first event like this, and not the first time he's done this before. But hopefully it's the last. And indeed, later events have shown that this was likely Romano�s last run.
TRIFLING WITH GANGS
Later in the week, Romano picked a fight with Snake member Pinky, which resulted in Romano�s death. After cloning out, Romano�s true character was finally revealed: one who cannot admit failure. Over the course of the next week, Romano would try to enact his own personal reign of terror, sowing intimidation and discord to try to regain his tyrannical hold on the Red District. He did this by spending a significant amount of chyen, some directly taken from the registers of Red�s Finest, to place bounties on any members of the Snakes who dared stand up to the tyrant.
But this was not enough: Romano also placed bounties on mixers who worked on Fuller Street, including a medic, a doctor, and a bartender, only to claim them himself. The downward spiral could be sighted from a sector away.
Romano spent the next week hopping aliases on pubSIC, quickly descending into violent insanity. On February 25, Romano openly picked a fight with King Snake Crusher, precipitating a series of events that would eventually lead to Romano losing his lease on Red�s Finest. Romano claimed that he was not willing to negotiate with the snakes after putting "300,000 chyen worth of bounties" on them, and that he would only return to the table once prominent Snake Pinky "vatted out." In response, King Snake Crusher revealed that he knew where he and his wife, Riya Naftali, lived. "You got chy?" Crusher continued, "Well shit. You better spend it on a fucking ticket out the fuck." Crusher then declared open season on anyone working at Red�s Finest.
NEW OWNER, SAME TORTURE
As the war raged on into March, Red�s Finest opened its doors again, this time under a new boss - Solai McLaughlin [SIC: Bixbite, Pixie, Spitfire]. She has allegedly fired the old staff, attempting to hire new mixers under her belt. However, the culture appears to be more of the same.
On the evening of March 13th, pubSIC lit with the voice of a mixer being tortured and dismembered in the backroom of Red's Finest -- the same backroom used for joying services. The messages from the victim began calm, announcing, "I'm currently being held hostage by three ladies in the back of Red's Finest." But the ensuing breakdown was painful to listen to, the victim saying in a hurried pace, "Get me out help I just want to get out of here help help. [...] They're gonna cut my hand off! [...] They're giggling and choosing which finger to cut off. They're psycho."
As the torture continued, McLaughlin was summoned by Judge Grimaldi. "I'm free!" cried the victim, who appeared to have been released. Shortly thereafter, McLaughlin was Judged guilty of Perjury to a Judge and Resisting Judicial Authority, receiving a fine of 7,500c.
As McLaughlin's story develops, we will ensure any ill-mannered plot against corporate citizens will be exposed.
CALLING IT QUITS
On March 8th, Romano and King Snake Crusher made amends. The terms of the agreement suggest that Romano appears to have taken his losses and went home. In a statement on pubSIC, Romano bragged that he was going to "Go back to doing the Apollo: looking good and slaying pussy."
The Withmore Globe was there through every step of Romano's downfall, starting with the takedown and elimination of cyberterrorist Charley Bentley who worked under Romano's banner, to the total surveillance of Red's Finest, interfacing with NSEC to thwart plans before they were put into action.
It's all too common that we hear of a flame burning its brightest before being snuffed. Unlike corporate citizens, mixers like Romano do not believe in themselves enough for second chances. As their immodest, self-destructive philosophy goes: one must never admit failure, for failure is weakness, and weakness must be eliminated. And thus, Romano never learned from failure. There will always be more like him; this cycle runs rampant in Red Sector. And so we never rest.
Mia Romano, a once-fearsome tyrant, has been reduced to a joke, having followed in the footsteps of the iced terrorist Amon Janz.
But jokes are only funny once.
- Aaron Allen