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The Immutable Curse of Consequences, by Plumeri Picot.

"I have been cursed with an opinionated mouth and a penchant for thrill-seeking behaviors." -Aurelie Claudel

On March 22nd, I was killed in a conspiracy launched by Aurelie Claudel, a former Globe journalist and all-around murderous troublemaker. Incapable of thinking more than a few minutes ahead, Claudel and her incompetent team of criminals were all rounded up and sentenced to Clone Death.

The incident occurred near the tail-end of a WJF impound auction conducted by Judge Steele and overseen by Judges Grimaldi and Vangelos. The interruption to my life is best described as a minor inconvenience, since I'm unable to bring the in-depth results of the auction to all of my loyal readers. Read More

Among the high-ticket items were vehicles, weapons, and armor, including a set of Xo5 that sold for 110,000c, and a Holden that sold for 500,000c.

Multiple sources informed me that one corporate citizen couldn't handle the auction in a professional manner, and swore out loud in Judge Steele's presence, cursing the Withmore Justice Force for her own inability to obtain a vehicle. She was escorted out of the Hall of Justice, inconveniencing the Judges from their already-numerous responsibilities.

Let me be clear: I and every other upstanding corporate citizen commend the WJF for their unflinching resolve in the day-to-day operations of keeping peace and upholding the Law in Withmore City. Those who besmirch our brave Judges, the Hall of Justice, or the Law should strongly reconsider their path in life.

And that brings us back to Aurelie Claudel and her co-conspirators, Demian Sakharov and Nor Hjelmstad. Kidnapping and murdering are illegal and immoral. As such, Judgments of Clone Death were issued, and employers issued termination notices. Mac of WCS released a public statement about Claudel's employment: "[Claudel] was hired without full knowledge of her true persona. This misdirection won't be allowed again. She no longer works for WCS in any capacity."

"We live and we breathe only because it is allowed." -Aurelie Claudel

Consequences are immutable. With every wrong move one takes, a door in Withmore City closes. These doors rarely--if ever--reopen. Eventually, with every lie, every scheme, every crime, you'll find yourself with nowhere to go, and nobody to take you in. Your flame will burn brightly, briefly, and then you'll vanish, unknown and unloved. It happens so often that reporting every nobody's fifteen minutes of shame only invites the next nobody to strive for the very same nothing.

But you don't have to take my word for it. Here's Aurelie Claudel herself, in her own words: "If there is one wish that I have [..], 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."

-- Selected quotes are from the article titled "Consequences," by Aurelie Claudel, published on the NLM Withmore Globe, Dec 27, 2102.

Violent Vandal Violates Video Vendor, Visits Vaporizer

Cleaning the Street

On March 15th, 2105, a team of New Light Media security agents (NSEC) took down Sinner ganger Mark "Street" Vandal, a known target of the WJF. Vandal had spent the past month consistently undermining judicial authority on pubSIC, which resulted in his fine being transferred into a legal 25,000c bounty.

On that Sunday evening, Vandal announced over pubSIC that he was going to NLM Tower to claim his free Cherry Ebola-cola, prompting NSEC to stage for possible incursion. Agent Graves and Junior Agent Coltish readied for his entrance. Read More

Upon entering NLM, Vandal shouted, "SARZ TURF," and proclaimed that he "wanted his corn."

Agent Graves already had his sights on Vandal, shooting the sinner, giving a sparkly-eyed Junior Agent Coltish an easy opening to rush in and subdue the violent criminal. The two made such swift work of Vandal that he was dead before he hit the floor. Both received commendations and bonuses, alongside the bounty provided by the Hall. Commenting on their performance, Lieutenant Carolina Dethrow praised their performance, underlining her point by stating that she �expect[s] this level of excellence from all of [NSEC].�

As we enter into a new era of Corporate pride, the Globe would like to point out the established tradition of cooperation between New Light Media and the Withmore Justice Force. Both are critical to protecting corporate life and livelihood, even when the threat is from a single, violent gang member with an ego bigger than his brain.

- Aaron Allen and Rose Ringo

Dark Past, Darker Future

A Short History of a Cult

For years, a nefarious cult has stalked and terrorized citizens of Withmore. These cannibals, known as the "Darks," operate out of a church in central Red. As a recent arrival in Withmore and something of a history buff, I decided to take a deep dive into the archives to discover more about this group. Below is the data I have gathered, followed by a brief description of their latest appearance and a recommendation about our future.

The aim is to inform corporate citizens of this group, as well as evaluate the danger they may present to corporate life. Read More

The following content may be graphic in nature.

The RED Dispatch Issue I, Mar 5, 2091

As I began my research, I found my way to the first issue of The Red Dispatch, published on March 5, 2091. The Dispatch was one of the numerous failed attempts made to emulate the Globe. It is unclear if the reports inside can be trusted, but they do begin to paint a picture of what the cult looked like and how they operated nearly fifteen years ago. The story in question is entitled "What Feeds in the Darkness," by Alex Bold.

"The Darks" name comes from their leader, known originally as "the Dark," or "The Dark One," allegedly a man or who underwent a botched genetic experiment. By 2091, he had established his hedonistic headquarters at a church on South Tamiya. The writer claims that he saw the Dark, describing him as having teeth "all filed to sharp points to help rip through the flesh" as well as the cybernetic enhancement Nailz. The Dark One relied on his followers to bring him his victims, mostly attractive women. It should be noted that this pattern continues to this day. These followers often dined on other flesh with the hopes that they, too, would eventually transform into a creature like their leader.

Alex Bold describes a story in which two prominent Red citizens fought -- and seemingly killed - the Dark. But the leader resisted death, his body healing within minutes after he "pulled himself back together." The story ends with a disappointing plea to gangers, who "only care about themselves and their turf" and thus may not be able to resist this cult. It appears that this plea fell to deaf ears, as the cult continues to grow to this day.

In later issues of the short-run newspaper, the Red Dispatch offered a reward between 5,000 and 10,000 chyen for a photograph of "The Lord of the Darks." It appears that this bounty was never claimed.

Inquiring Minds, April 16, 2100

The next mention of the Darks comes nearly nine years later in Inquiring Minds, another Red rag that appeared on the Grid. Unlike the Dispatch, Inquiring Minds appeared to eschew any semblance of a newspaper tradition, instead consisting of warnings and the occasional rumor.

The unnamed writer admits that they are "not so good with words." This promise is indeed delivered. By 2100, it appears that the Darks had traveled both to Red and Gold district, gaining a following of people known as "the Bringers." As the name suggests, these citizens bring people to "the Dark," now identified as Father, or sometimes Brother Lux. It seems that the Darks had been operating underground for at least seven months. Indeed, as further research will confirm, there is some sort of cyclical activity pattern. It is not clear what triggers their attacks.

Freemind, December 6, 2101

The next mention of the cult comes from another Red newspaper entitled "Freemind." As far as this author knows, it shares no history with the similarly-titled "Inquiring Minds," aside from their short-lived nature.

The article describes the events of December 4, 2101, in which a "young female under the manipulation of an unusual father-like figure" led another Red citizen to their death that ended in, for lack of a better word, consumption. The Darks had struck again with the help of an unnamed female follower.

On that same day, a confrontation occurred between a man known as "Preacher" and Father Lux. Witnesses confirmed that Preacher had killed the Dark One through a series of well-aimed gunshots. Shortly after, the horrified witnesses confirmed that "the Father, riddled and plugged with .45 calibre ammunition rose to his feet." This report seems to confirm earlier accounts of cult leader's extraordinary abilities.  

The author, identifying themselves as Bytes, ended the article with a telling statement, "I, for one, am a stern believer in the sciences of life but this one does leave me questioning the very reality we stand in. "

Withmore Globe, "Into the Dark With Guts Smith," January 8, 2102

This article is, as far as this researcher can tell, the first time the Darks were mentioned in the Withmore Globe. From esteemed reporter Guts Smith, it is a captivating tale that is worth reading on its own. For now, I will attempt to summarize. It appears to recount the events of the article from the Freemind in detail.

The story told involves a nurse, Margarete Spears, who worked as a Bringer for the cult. She first began bringing bodies from the morgue to the Temple on South Tamiya, but it soon escalated to the point where she led her own parents to their doom. Unlike previous articles, Smith actually talked to a witness - Margarete, who appeared to be remorseful for her actions. It is through this interview that I began to piece together more about the Darks and their operations.

During a psychotic episode, Margarete Spears began to hear voices that called for her to pray at the church. It was there that she encountered Lux and twelve different followers. Father Lux, she recalled, had yellow eyes was "more machine than man," and would grow "huge [gray] goosebumps" when he fought. She confirmed the rumors that Lux could seemingly rise from the dead when brought down, telling Smith that he was "sort of a failed experiment, that he crawled out of the furnace, that he just doesn't stay dead." Sand described his personality as "fire and brimstone," also noting that he "doesn't feel like a person anymore.. He's he's an animal."

Smith also managed to shed light on a prolific member of the cult, Cosmo Thorsday, now known through SIC as Harb ("Harbinger". Skilled with a pistol, Thorsday was described as a huge man with a fake, chromed-out eye. Harb still is an active member to this day. It appears that Lux offers his followers "one material wish," whenever they bring a person to him. Wondering why people would do this, Smith posited that Lux and his followers "manipulate people in very vulnerable mindspaces with diabolical meticulousness such that later they might not even know how they were capable of doing what they did for Lux."

On wondering what the Darks mean for corporate citizens, this researcher, at the time, agreed with Guts Smith's assertion that "As long as we don't let ourselves be lured into the Red Sector for any reason at all, [we] believe that most corporate citizens are perfectly safe from this threat."

Urban Legend, or Reality? March 19, 2103

The next reported sighting of the cult occurred in early March of 2103, when an eyewitness published their story on the Grid forum "Metro chat."

The writer, who used the pseudonym "Rumors," worked as a courier in central Red, delivering crates to Tsar House & Home. He described "looking over his shoulder" to see a "poor baka" getting dragged by his hair to the temple. Sneaking into the courtyard, he was able to presumingly witness Father Lux feasting. Below is the account in full:

"I poke my head into the courtyard over there, and I'm seeing from afar. Baka's getting ripped to shreds by some sorta fuckin' monster! Blood gushing everywhere, -and then the monster starts feeding-. I tell you I've never heard some shit like that in my life, and I hope I never do again."

The account provides no further details, except for a few replies that confirm earlier stories regarding Lux's history as a failed experiment, as well as his extraordinary healing powers.

Withmore Globe, "Attack on NeoTrans by Mixer Cannibal" May 1, 2104

The last article I discovered, published in the summer of 2104, mentioned another notable  follower of the Darks. Journalist B.B. Planche described him as Arturo "The Arteest," a man who, using the remains of his victims, creates "macabre 'art' arrangements at the scenes of his various murders." I could not find much about Arturo's previous life, sans for a few mentions of the name as various UMC tournaments.

The article is unique in that it is the first mentioned incident of the Darks operation in the Gold sector. On April 22, 2104, Arturo attacked NeoTrans Spaceport, murdering civilians and temporarily kidnapping Alivia Hargrove-Phillips, commonly known as "Juju." After a tense stand-off, Hargrove was released and saved, and Arturo escaped into the sewers. The article includes a statement from NLM's PR department, which notes that Arturo had previously attacked random members of ViiriSoma.

By 2104, Arturo bragged that the cult had membership in the hundreds. While he is obviously not a reliable source, the fact that members struck Gold sector illustrates that the Darks pose a growing threat not just to Red, but to corporate life altogether.

Current Events

This trip down the archives was not sparked by just morbid curiosity. On April 25, 2105, a year after the last story appeared in the Withmore Globe, the Darks launched an attack on Red Sector. That night, the Darks decided that their latest victim would be a stripper from the Orifice, nicknamed "Muffin." In order to protect the newcomer, members of the Sinners, a gang operating out of Sinn Street on Red District, decided to hole up at Carnal Desires Nightclub. They publicly taunted the Darks, hoping to lure them into some sort of trap.

It was not a good plan.

Instead of attacking Carnal Desires, the Darks used the empty streets as an opportunity to search for other victims, including immigration aide Gianna Vitale [SIC: GIA]. A pitched battle occurred between the Darks and various Red citizens, ending in the defeat of the Darks, including Arturo, Harb, and their leader, Lux. But their victory proved to be pyrrhic, as all three emerged from the temple, demanding their possessions from the mixers that defeated them. Sinner ganger Mark "Street" Vandal, meaning to send a private message to another Sinner, accidently broadcast the following to the Dome:

|C|Street  >> cep Trey, return that fucking shit. I ain't tryna be in no fucking war with them.

What followed was a massacre: the Darks routed the motley gangers, kidnapping and killing their opponents. Rumors abound that Vandal's feet, along with his genitalia, were removed by the cult.

So, what to make of the Darks?

The events of the past month seem to confirm the notion that the group is growing, well past the twelve formerly described by Margarete Spears. It also appears that the incredible healing abilities of Father Lux are now not his alone. Whether this healing is supernatural or scientific, the Darks seem to have a remarkable ability to regenerate in clearly unlicensed ways.

The Darks have distinct technological supremacy compared to most Mixers. As previously noted, Father Lux grants bringers "one material wish," whenever they bring forth a victim. Given the amount of people the Darks have consumed, they must possess bountiful resources. A source described the inside of their headquarters as possessing video feeds of hundreds of security cameras in Red. It is not known where or how they acquire the income to purchase these materials. At the same time, many mixers who accidentally venture into the temple find it empty. This leads me to believe that the Darks likely hold operate out of at least two, if not more, bases of operation.  

Now, to the most important question: Do the Darks pose a risk to corporate citizens? It is of this writer's opinion that the answer is an unequivocal yes.The cult has demonstrated the capabilities to attack topside before. They appear to be growing and are increasingly more ambitious in their actions. Mixers do not have the mettle, nor the skill, to fight back, and have admitted that they "ain't tryna be in no fuckin' war with them."

Over a decade of burying our head in the sand has led us to this point. Corporations need to move and strike swiftly. It is only a matter of time before their terror engulfs topside.

-- Aaron Allen

Food Stays Fresh As Cafeteria Bomber Spoils Plans

Red Liberation Failure

On March 14th, 2105, terrorist Alyce Bowen [SIC: Axiom] died a failure during an attempt to disrupt a corporate gathering with explosives. The New Light Media security team (NSEC) prevented the loss of corporate life, turning what could have been a disaster into a complete and total victory. The Globe never gets tired of singing the praises of NSEC and the following story proves that we have many more verses left.

Bowen entered the New Light Media tower on March 14th, 2105. She was immediately spotted by surveillance, prompting a lightning response from Lieutenant Carolina Dethrow who began shadowing her. Bowen moved to the busy cafeteria, full of corporate citizens enjoying lunch. Suddenly, Bowen produced a machete and a pipebomb. Read More

At the same time, on pubSIC, Bowen claimed to be a member of the Red Liberation Front (RLF). "As with any other threat," Lieutenant Dethrow later recounted, "NSEC was ready to respond with quick and decisive action. This incident was no different." Lieutenant Dethrow made swift work of the junior terrorist, using brutal Muay Thai to disarm and apprehend the subject.

Following the failed attack, Bowen was taken in for interrogation. During the time of this interrogation, a number of flyers appeared in Red Sector. These fliers claimed that Bowen had died while spilling corporate blood on behalf of the RLF.  This coordinated release while Bowen was in custody certainly denotes co-conspirators. Predictably, the RLF claimed no responsibility for this failed attack, despite known RLF member MixLyfe surfacing shortly afterwards.

Lieutenant Dethrow announced that it would be "only a matter of time before [the co-conspirators] are brought to light."

Bowen was handed over to the WJF via Judge Grimaldi, who performed his own interrogation of the target. Judge Grimaldi then issued a Judgement of illegal weaponry and attempted terrorism, which resulted in the immediate Clone Death of Bowen.

This incident illustrates NSEC and the WJF's continued dedication to protecting corporate interests. In the meantime, they will continue to score victories against wannabe terrorists like Bowen

Anyone with information regarding movements of known or suspected terrorists are requested to reach out to the Globe or an NSEC official. Compensation is available for information pertaining to a credible threat or future action against corporate citizens.

- Aaron Allen and Rose Ringo

Justice Served for Jackson

Daring WJF Raid Nets Rick 'The Ripper' Jackson

On March 7, 2105, The Withmore Justice Force conducted a daring raid in the eastern Red district slums. Their target was Ricky 'The Ripper' Jackson, an arms dealer who provided illegal firearms, explosives, and other lethal weapons to the worst of Red District�s criminal scum.

Jackson, who had a sixty-five thousand chyen legal bounty, was holed up in an abandoned warehouse, surrounding himself and his stockpile with lackies he trusted.

Recounting the effort, Street Judge Wallace Grimaldi pronounced their effort as 'foolish,' later remarking that 'as with most criminals, Jackson and his accomplices thought they were above the Law and could hide away... Read More

Justice cannot be outrun.'

After intensive surveillance, the WJF created a daring two-pronged plan. First, Hall forces created a distraction by inserting troops on the roof of the warehouse. A secondary force would then utilize this distraction to smash through the front door.

The plan went as predicted, and the WJF made quick work of the criminal's cronies. Jackson was then surrounded by Judges Adamson, Nwambe, and Turner, who confiscated his stockpile and issued Clone Death for his multiple crimes.

The legal bounty is considered claimed, as no bounty hunters decided to preemptively pursue Jackson. In the words of Judge Grimaldi, it proves to be yet another 'disappointing performance by the mix.' But corporate citizens can sleep tightly knowing that the Withmore Justice Force need not always rely on bounty hunters. They can, and will, find those who are a threat to the Dome.

Speaking of the incident, Street Judge Vangelos issued this reminder: �Noone in this city, despite what they may think, can evade the Law forever. Citizens will Obey the Laws of this city or be Judged for their crimes like Jackson.�

- Aaron Allen

(Edited by NewsDesk at 4:47 pm on Mar. 24, 2105)

Mix Kingpin Dethroned: An Undercover Investigation

Sex, overdoses, and backroom scheming exposed

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. Read More

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 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.


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.


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.


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.


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

Academy Graduation at Hall of Justice

Top Cadets graduate to Street Judges

On February 15th, the Hall of Justice held a ceremony as the latest class of highest-scoring Cadet-Judges graduated to full Street Judges. Of note are two exemplary new Street Judges, Judge Renna Vangelos and Judge Wallace Grimaldi.

On the topic of corporate safety, Judge Vangelos advises, "Corporate Citizens should remember to do their duty as such and ensure they report all crimes to the Hall of Justice, and to Obey the Law themselves."

Judge Grimaldi adds these words of wisdom: "Don't make yourself a bad bet. And, of course, Obey the Law."

Year after year, the cadet process grows more refined, the resultant Judges more skilled and determined. Read More

We thank the Withmore Justice Force for their unyielding service to our fine city.

-Rose Ringo

Pandemonium on Gold Sector as Red Sector Bar Explodes

Morozov's Mistress Morrigan Moves Makeup Markup

Chaos, confusion, and misinformation fired from every direction on February 11th, 2105.

At 6 pm, a mass of explosions across multiple Mag-Lev stations signaled the beginning of what would be a long evening of citizens scrambling for safety. Gunshots rang out from stations, bodies being hauled and looted.

Soon afterward, a massive explosion toppled 100Rads, a bar in Red Sector whose lease is owned by long-time career criminal Maksim Morozov [SIC: Moroz]. Morozov's disgusting career includes Judicial assault, fraud, extortion, grand theft auto, larceny, and more. Morozov died in the blast, and his bar was turned to rubble. Read More

Excess ammunition storages ignited, causing an intense blaze that spread down Ashlin Street and into Constantine General Hospital..Mixers panicked as they tried to contain the blaze sparked by Morozov's improperly stored weaponry.

Meanwhile, Gold Sector was being hit with innumerable false rumors: Claims of citizens melting faster than Ebola, an apartment complex on Green hit with explosives, citizens dressed in ViriiSoma uniforms spraying down Gold Sector, bio-weapons hitting Skywatch mall, Darks parading outside 100Rads. All confirmed to be false.

There was truth to the attacks, however. Some group or organization launched a methodical attack at the SIC infrastructure, causing blackouts on Gold Sector and knocking out signal to almost everywhere on or near the streets. Lights flickered in buildings, and panicked citizens on the streets ran to Skywatch Mall and huddled together for safety and signal. Moments later, there were cries of freshly cloned citizens being shot or captured outside GeneTek, one of which was Maksim Morozov, who only got a few words onto pubSIC before his connection was terminated.

For what felt like innumerable moments, the citizens of Withmore City paused, waiting for the gunfire and carnage to die down. Moment after moment, the rabble died down. The false prophets grew bored. And finally, cleanup and recovery efforts began.

Life returned to normal. For some, a little too fast.

Enter Dalilah Morrigan [SIC: Azalea], Morozov's "mix wife." It's a common tradition in the mix to mock the sanctity of marriage by deciding frivolously to declare marriage, despite no official ordainment or license. Morrigan recently received a fine for falsely claiming marriage, tarnishing her clean record that Morozov abused to position himself within closer reach of corporate citizens.

Surprised citizens reported that Morrigan didn't seem upset when her husband "disappeared." In fact, she carried on with her tailoring business the very next day as if nothing had changed.

Morrigan owns the lease on FoxTrot in Skywatch Mall. Although she claims she's dedicated to giving makeovers and tailoring, a number of citizens have voiced concerns about her holding a position in a beauty supply store that has the potential to allow mixers to get makeovers and disguise their faces -- they could pose as corporate citizens and potentially compromise our security posture. Those concerns went ignored as Morrigan imposed a 25% to 50% markup on all beauty supplies.

Only time will tell whether Morrigan will serve corporate citizens with artisanal fashion, or supply the criminals of Red Sector with deceptive disguises to infiltrate corporate safe spaces. One has to wonder whether the sudden disappearance of her violent lover Morozov is an innocent loss, or the beginning of an underground plot already in progress.

-Rose Ringo

Arteries Bled Out at Soma Station Bloodbath

WJF Gets Gang Guts Gushing

On January 21, 2105, vague threats of mischief came from the SIC alias Tort, a known member of the violent Artery gang on Red Sector. Joined by another Artery, Maddy Stipanov [SIC: MadBitch], the pair stepped off the Lev and entered Soma Station, ready to start their goonish deeds.

"I saw an Artery with a spraycan inside of Soma Station," Cafe Bizou mixologist Taro Manhillen explained, "I told him to stop tagging, and I called the WJF on them. Read More

That's when he started attacking me, and I absolutely whooped their ass."

That could have been the end of it, except Manhillen seemed to goad them on, "I broadcast it on pubSIC that they attacked me, and surely enough, more of them came." An absolute brawl commenced as Arteries clashed against the Withmore Justice Force. "In the ensuing fight, I fought together alongside Cadet [Avarius] Pike and some others. I even disarmed a guy who aimed a machete at Cadet Pike."

As bullets and fists flew, Soma Station shone red with blood flowing everywhere. All seven of the attacking Arteries died, while none of the WJF sustained more than minor injuries. Soma Station was cleaned up by WCS, and everyone went back to business as usual.

Afterward, Taro Manhillen discussed his assistance to the WJF, stating, "I really am trying to fix my rep."

A few weeks later, Taro Manhillen was found guilty of Larceny and Resisting Judicial Authority after he was sighted robbing NLM janitor Norm Smither and leaving the naked body in the stairwell of Habitat-X. Manhillen proceeded to hide inside his cube while then-Cadet Parashar demanded he open up and submit to questioning.

So much for fixing that rep.

Taro Manhillen continues to work at Cafe Bizou.

Avarius Pike is now a CorpSec Agent for ViriiSoma.

Chayna Parashar is no longer a corporate citizen.

-Rose Ringo

Exclusive Interview: Confessions in Corporate Extortion Plot

The topside conspiracy of Rapport, Laine, and Phlox

Over the course of April 20th and 21st, 2105, a conspiracy to extort a corporate citizen and pin it on another corporate citizen was under way. Run by Rise Rapport [SIC: Rise, Xotic] and aided by Hope Laine [SIC: Laguna, Bus-T] and Tabitha Phlox [SIC: Night], the events that set this plot in motion began months ago.

Untrustworthy mixers will doubtlessly betray their partners in crime, stepping over each other to either be the first to cash in, or the last to fall. Some attempt to profess that they're innocent, while others show up willingly to confess.

And so it was that Hope Laine came forth to tell her impression of the truth to the Globe in an exclusive interview.


"I'm not Cinn. I'm not Jo. Read More

I'm not...Rise."

A strong opener. The way Laine emphasized "Rise," her voice coated with venom, I could tell we were in for a ride. The other names Laine dropped referred to Nefret Miller [SIC: Cinnabar] and Jo Zhou [SIC: Tigress], two mixers. The former is at large, actively seeking new allies after repeatedly chasing off her followers. The latter fled Withmore.

It's a painful thing to understand how someone so close to you could betray your trust. Even worse is to learn how easily they'll do it. That was the picture Laine was attempting to paint: a repeated victim of betrayal. Whether she believes that or not, the matter still stands: Rapport and Laine were Judged with possession of a prohibited weapon and conspiracy to defame a corporate citizen, and were sentenced to clone death. They were also fired from their jobs at Korova Milk Bar and TSX Motorsports, respectively. Phlox was Judged with trafficking illegal weapons, incurring a fine of 25,000c.

It's April 22nd, the day after their Judgment. I'm sitting across from Laine in a small booth, typing down our words as I read her body language. The bold strip of long crimson hair sprouting like a mane rests to the right side of Laine's head, contrasting with her broken demeanor. Her fresh sleeve is less than a day out of the vat. She looks tense as she huddles in her seat, shaking.

"Months� Months ago, I tried to come up," Laine explains, starting from the beginning. "I was tired of Red. Tired of the violence. I wanted to be productive. During that time, I was attached to Rise, and I didn't want to just abandon her. I'm not good at abandoning people that didn't do me wrong." It's difficult for her to get each sentence out. She stammers every two or three words. "So I told her what I wanted, and asked her to look for a way [into topside employment] so we could do it together."

I asked her to get to the point.

"I think Rise sabotaged me to keep me to herself," Laine hissed through her teeth.

"What happened? What did she do that makes you feel that way?" I asked, fully aware of the surrounding events of the time.

It's important to hear how a story is retold. It gives an opportunity for the teller to lie, or stretch the truth, or simply embellish something seemingly unimportant. One small misstep can lead to an avalanche of questions.

"[Rapport] told my plan to certain topside individuals that she knew would let it leak to the mix," Laine answered. "Afterward, Maksim [Morozov, a mixer criminal] offhandedly said that Rise was an idiot for approaching it the way she did. I didn't have the context then that I have now."

"That's correct," I revealed, "Morozov made sure that pubSIC heard him gloat about having caught you trying to turn your life around and escape the mix." My choice of words was intentional. Grant the concession; dangle the rope: "...trying to turn your life around and escape the mix." It's to see if the interviewee clings to it. A salesperson wants to close the deal, after all. If you're buying their version of the truth, the seller is getting what they want. They're going to express it.

Instead, the mocha-skinned woman before me just moved right on. "So I continued to live in the mix, struggling to survive. Time passed, and the violence wasn't getting better. Things were going to shit. And then Rise� disappeared."

At the time, Rapport managed a club in central Red Sector called Carnal Desires. She was taking a lot of heat from external sources, and fled the district.

"I was hurt by this," Laine said, sounding more interested in getting her story out than convincing me it was true, "I felt abandoned and alone, and the only person down there to take care of me was [Tabitha] Phlox."


Tabitha Phlox, a feline splicer, owns the aero known as Freedom's Wing, with the license plate FREEDMWNG. She's a Chex mechanic, having fallen from corporate graces years ago.

"Since Phlox works on Gold, I had a chance," Laine continued about her attempts to reach topside employment  "I started making plans and moving things around. I got rid of all of my questionable goods, but while I was cleaning my office I remembered I had an ethicol timebomb. I had purchased it as defense during the war between Mia [Romano], Cinn, and Maksim," referring to three large influences in Red Sector at the time, "But it was still valuable, so I didn't want to just throw it away."

I stared at Laine in bewilderment. The bad logic behind possessing an illegal weapon just because it was 'valuable' was incredibly short-sighted.

"Phlox tucked it away, and we basically forgot about it," Laine added.

"Phlox encouraged you to keep the ethicol timebomb?" I asked, questioning the motivations. If someone's lying, they'll want to lie about the smallest things. Shift the blame a little bit.

"No, she didn't want to," Laine corrected me, "It was my idea to keep it. It was expensive. Like I said, I didn't want to just throw it away. I figured we could find a buyer and be done with it."

I briefly exchanged words with Laine about how nothing good can come from possessing or selling bombs. There are legal means of self-defense, and selling a bomb only puts it in the hands of people who wish to cause harm to Withmore.


"Fast forward a bit," Laine illustrated once the lesson was over, "I'm settling in at my new job with TSX. I'm happy and adjusting. And Rise suddenly pops back up. So she starts running crates and living in Hab-X and making it look like she's going to move topside too. She starts hanging out with the people I hang out with and puts on this big show of being sad when I won't engage with her."

Now we were getting to the meat. I fired off rapid questions.

Picot: "Do you know how long she had been back before getting in contact with you?"

Laine: "Less than a day."

Picot: "Which associates was she mingling with?"

Laine: "Before she got the job at KMB, she was hanging out with Phlox and Trey. Autumn I think. Someone named Morgana."

Picot: "And after?"

Laine: "Afterward, Rise gets hired and Cream says Phlox is untouchable, so Rise and Phlox stop interacting. But Rise starts calling me crying more and more, saying she's lonely, so I end up sitting with her, and driving her to run crates."

Picot: "Rise and Phlox spent periods of time together before Rise was hired?"

Laine: "What do you mean?"

Picot: "For it to be notable that they 'stopped interacting' indicates that you noticed significant interactions between the two prior to then."

Laine: "There was some. Tabi wouldn't let her on the ship for the most part, but they would talk. I wasn't really present for that so it's hard for me to speak on, because I didn't want to see Rise. After Rise got hired, they wouldn't even be in the same room though."

Picot: "Tell me about the interactions you and Rise had while running crates."

Laine: "I would pick her up in my car and she would load it up with crates, then I would take her to Green to deliver them. The interaction was basically just that. Afterward we would go hang out at Bizou or she would ask me to hang out with her while she fell asleep. Sometimes she would call me and ask me to just stay on the line while she passed out.

Picot: "Did she ever say anything to you that struck you as odd or unusual?"

Laine: "Odd or unusual for a normal person, or for Rise?"

Picot: "Incongruent to the topic at hand, perhaps."

Laine: "She would often try to steer the conversation in a way to emphasize that she had been sick and the victim and she had to leave and that it wasn't her fault that she abandoned me."

Picot: "She said she wanted you to come back to the mix with her?"

Laine: "Hai." [Tr: "Yes."]

Picot: "Now, two days ago--"

Suddenly, the interview was interrupted by a phone call by Rise Rapport.


The call was brief. After having established that it was Rise Rapport on the other line, the conspirator-turned-ringleader dropped fragments of a bombshell in my ear. "Well, Miss Picot. It seems my plan failed pretty hard. Have you figured out what it was?"

It was a good thing I was already typing.

"I'm still trying to piece things together myself," I answered, lobbing a softball to get Rapport talking.

"I said that you told me to do it. Do you know why you were chosen?" Rapport quizzed with a tone of superiority.

Rapport has a history of talking in riddles and jumping from point A to point G. I paused to consider asking Laine what Rapport was referring to, but decided against it. We'd get to that part eventually, and I'd be able to assess any differences.

I asked for clarification from Rapport. Instead I got an earful of cursing and pseudo-religious babbling about how I was destined to be lonely forever, licking unmentionables, and so on. We were getting nowhere, so I told her off and hung up.

As I was resuming the interview with Laine, my phone rang again. Rapport's number.

I answered. Rapport hung up and immediately called me back.

I answered. Same song and dance.

I answered a few more times, seeing how long she'd play this game. For quite a while, apparently.

I let it ring. Rapport kept calling.

Laine hugged her knees to her chest, staring toward the phone with a haunted expression.

Pointing to the phone, I told Laine, "This is obsession."

Laine nodded. "Because of her I was fired, and now I� I don't know if any corporation will ever hire me."

I pulled out a burner phone, had it call my public line, and answered. Silence.

The interview proceeded uninterrupted.


Two days prior to this interview, Rapport took her position as ringleader.

As Laine recalled, "Rise contacted me in a panic. She said she wanted to take a photo of an apartment, but that she needed to put some contraband in it. But she didn't have any. She said it was to stage a photo to try and make someone look bad. I asked her if an ethicol bomb would work. She said yes."

"Did she say who her target was?" I asked.

"No. She said she was very low on time, and needed me to bring it up to her right away. So I brought it up to green and parked in the parking lot under Krakeon. She got in, I handed her the bomb. She went up, and then came back a little while later and handed the bomb back, and told me to hold onto it. So I went back to the ship and gave it to Phlox to hide again."

"How does Phlox tie into this plot?" I inquired, "The three of you were spotted repeatedly at her sexboat. Surely her hands aren't clean of blood."

Laine didn't take the opportunity to shift blame. "Like I said, I stored the bomb on Phlox's ship, and she gave it to me. I don't know if she was involved beyond that."

I nodded as she moved on, "Yesterday she said she needed a bomb again. I got it to her, and she hopped on her motorcycle and drove off, telling me she's going to go into the tubes and turn around and fake a panic attack and SIC [Judge Grimaldi] and tell him that she was picking up some old papers she bought, and found the bomb. So I go and sit in Bizou, and a little while later I get a SIC from Rise telling me she is going into interrogation."

The papers in question, Laine explained, were issues of The Red Report, an old mix newspaper I ran back in the day. Laine claimed that Rapport claimed she was going to say that a corporate citizen put her up to framing someone. Her decision on who to blame changed over and over. The existence of my old works likely influenced her decision to finally implicate me. Regardless, Rapport wanted to harm the megacorporations Laine was supporting, or fail, bringing her lover back down to the mix with her. It was unclear which she desired more.

I let these realizations settle in while Laine wrapped up her story. "Hours pass and I hear nothing. Finally, I'm summoned by Judge Grimaldi, but I haven't heard from Rise yet, so I go and update. And then I woke up in the vats. Judge Grimaldi told me my charges, and that I was punished by clone death. And TSX fired me like, right after."

We were getting close to present-day. "Tell me about the aftermath. Where did you go? What happened?" I prompted.

"Well, I went to [ViriiSoma] to check for DCD. When I came out, I heard that Rise jumped off the skywalk," Laine recounted. Phlox had retrieved Rapport's corpse and corpse-cloned her. "We all met back up at Genetek, I slapped Rise and yelled for a bit, then got on the ship, went below and hid under blankets. They came down to talk, but I just went to sleep."

Then Laine woke up and headed down to confess her complicity.


I ran Laine through a series of questions, prompting her to express her feelings.

Picot: How do you feel right now? What's going through your head?

Laine: I feel� used. Lied to. Exploited. Preyed upon. Like with the context of everything Rise has done in the past, and me not wanting to come back with her, I can see she set me up to try and break me from topside and keep me to herself.

Picot: How do you feel about your involvement in her schemes?

Laine: Guilty, remorseful, misled. I was just trying to help�

Picot: By pocketing a bomb and handing it to someone who is mentally unstable and obsessed with you.

Laine: She was so frantic. I didn't have time to think about it. She kept rushing me.

Picot: You're aware that this interview doesn't absolve you of your complicity nor of your Judgments? Not in the eyes of the WJF, the Law, NLM, or any other body, correct?

Laine: I know. I did what I did. I'm not trying to get out of it. I just want to move forward and try again. I will prove myself a good citizen eventually.

Picot: Do you have any words for someone who may be treading down the same path as you? How can one break from this destructive cycle of blindly misplaced trust?

At this point, Laine paused, as if unsure what to say. After a few moments, she nodded to me, looked me in the eyes, and spoke clearly and seriously.

Laine: Obey the Law.

Dune Dragon Downed by NLM and WJF

First of April's Events recalled by SkyFox Pilot

On April 1, 2105, an unknown fool released dune dragons into Withmore City. In the end, the joke turned out to be on them. An intrepid pair of corporate citizens made swift work of the awful creature, destroying it before it could shed any corporate blood. The Globe reached out to Skyfox Pilot Edward Macallan [SIC: SF-MIAMI], who witnessed the epic confrontation firsthand.

April 1st was just a normal day of work for the pilot, who, at the time of the incident, was transporting NeoTrans employees from Green to Gold. Then, he saw it -- a dune dragon traipsing around New Light Avenue, chased by Lieutenant Carolina Dethrow of NSEC. That's when the pilot had an idea. Read More

"I'm thinking, 'I fly fast, so I'm going to circle around it," he recalled, "I curve to the side and jump out, pulling my knife on it."

Macallan stabbed the creature in the chest before it had the opportunity to react to the daredevil's air maneuver. Unfortunately, it reacted a few seconds later, ravaging the pilot's body with slashes and chomps. "I'm thinking, 'Fuck! I'm dragon meat,'" he later recalled.

Luckily, two corporate citizens stepped in to delay the digestion. "But then that sexy bitch in Xo5 comes along and charges at it," Macallan continued, "While that hot as hell medic shoots it," referring to NSEC Lieutenant Carolina Dethrow and WJF Medic Elana Merrick. Unfortunately, the dragon was not as entranced by the two heroes as the pilot was, and instead chose to render Macallan unconscious.

Other witnesses continued the story, describing how the dashing duo downed the dune dragon with remarkable skill and tenacity. Macallan awoke to a dead dune dragon and an "angel hovering over me, bringing me back to life," referring undoubtedly to the works of Merrick. Once healed, the Skyfox pilot returned to his aero, making sure that it took less damage than he did.

A second dune dragon was spotted menacing vehicles and throwing parked cars. With emergency response teams already in place, it was swiftly dispatched. All in all, the prank was fooled thanks to the quick and organized response by the corporate community. These individual acts of courage ensured that no loss of life occurred in Gold. The same cannot be said for Red District.

- Aaron Allen

PR Bomb drops F-Bomb at NF Bomb

Nora Welles' catastrophic corporate career

On April 1st, 2105, a bomb was dropped within NeoTrans.

"THERE'S A FUCKING BOMB IN MY OFFICE!" is a shout you wouldn't expect to hear in your head unencrypted, but Nora Welles, public relations agent for NeoTrans, exploded onto pubSIC to incite chaos and confusion at NeoTrans on April 1st, 2105.


Nicadeamus Frasier, a resident of Withmore City with a highly storied past, announced that his team had hidden three bombs, one at each headquarters among New Light Media, ViriiSoma Pharmaceuticals, and NeoTrans Transportation. Frasier notified those in charge that these bombs were set to go off in an hour. Read More

Each security team sprang into action, using their trained knowledge of their headquarters to snuff out the threats. And that's when Nora Welles blasted pubSIC with, "THERE'S A FUCKING BOMB IN MY OFFICE!"

Meanwhile, NLM had already located and neutralized the threat. Agent Graves and starry-eyed Junior Agent Coltish took charge, assisting in the sweep, while Agent Kalil performed the diagnostics and disposal. Corpsec at ViriiSoma look longer, but they eventually disposed of their planted device as well.

Over at NeoTrans, NEO-RFY (Red/Rouge Fuki-yama) reported over pubSIC: "Miss Wells alerted the security team who handled the crisis swiftly and effectively with minimal disruption to the operations of the corporation or the activities of the public. NeoTrans remains committed as always to the security of our premises, and to Withmore as a whole."

While the message did help to calm the incredibly-concerned public, there was one detail missing:

The devices were harmless cameras.


Frasier had not planted any bombs. The objects were merely non-functional creations, designed to draw out public panic amidst unprofessional conduct. As NSEC Lieutenant Dethrow explained, "All the devices were inert but had cameras on them. Thus Frasier's quips [about my armor]."

This realization amidst Welles' pubSIC outburst invited laughter at the foolishness. It degraded public trust like a caustic alkaline. It spread distrust like a sickening sensation in the stomach.

Welles had sent the dome into a panic over a simple camera in her office.

Amidst the fallout, Welles was mocked. Any professional corporate citizen would take their mistake in stride, remain modest, and move on. Instead, Welles acted on impulse, thoughtlessly lobbing another bomb in a response to a SICAD that was run:

SICAD>> - Nora Welles, Employee of the Month.
NEO-WELL>> Oh fuck off.

"Was that an official statement?" asked one among the pubSIC crowd.

With public concern over Welles' professionalism and mental health, studious minds began research into Welles' past.


Nora Welles was hired to NeoTrans on or shortly before January 19th. Since then, Welles has never managed to "fit in" during social events topside, often expressing that she feels she has "nothing to do," We have received multiple reports of Welles overreacting to minor inconveniences while guilting her Transit Guard boyfriend in public.

Even worse, her past is mired in frustration and hatred.

Welles is suspected to be the user of the Grid account "Isaiah." Grid logs show that the Isaiah node was modified by NEOWelles in January.

Isaiah started thread #219 in the Personals forum on  January 21st, 2105, mere days after being hired. The post is titled, "How do corpies live?" with the subtitle, "How do they fucking entertain themselves?"

The text of the post is shocking to imagine coming from a corporate citizen, but there's little denying it came directly from Welles herself. For the sake of understanding Welles' point-of-view, this post has been reproduced in its entirety:

"What I've noticed about Gold and Green is that it's a very crowded ghosttown--no people of interest other than the cashiers and bartenders in the foodcourt or the many bars. And another thing I've noticed is that standard Junior pay is around the 12-14k range. A weekly standard Guard salary at CGH is 8k, so with enough hustle a Mixer guard could make more than a fucking corpie, since all sorts of hustle are closed off to corpies (what they gonna do, run crates and deliver drugs to gangers?). So how the fuck do they live? Manos and monas be jacking off about being better and richer and cooler than Mixers but a Mixer could overtake a corpie in income if they just do standard biz. How the fuck do corpies meet people? It's fucking astounding and I do not understand."

After you recover from reading that shortsighted drivel, notice how Welles refers to corporate citizens as "corpies," a common mix slang. The only frame of reference used is CGH, which Welles' history places her at. Her only mindset is making chyen and hustling, not supporting her corporation and being thankful for the amenities we are graciously provided.

The Grid user Evolve wrote a cutting reply to Welles that any aspiring corporate citizen should read for guidance. At the end, they say: "Corporate Citizens meet people through making an effort. And it's not just socializing. It's -networking-. So keep on with your little hustle. We're actually promoting progress Topside."

This exchange on the Grid was back in January. It's now April, and Welles has shown no signs of improvement. She's a ticking time bomb, ready to go off any moment.


Digging into Welles' history, we find that she, in her own words, was charged with, "Mass homicide and assault on law officials." The details involve her killing TERRA agents while she herself was a TERRA agent, stealing their service weapons, and selling them to unscrupulous fixers who would then, in turn, sell them back to TERRA at an inflated cost. This scheme put chyen in the hands of criminals and put topside at greater risk of attack.

The Corporate Pride Initiative is about corporations standing strong on a unified front. To say that Welles has been contributing to CPI is a lie. In fact, when she was approached to run a CPI event, Welles reportedly declined. Even when warned about a disloyal employee, Welles ignored the warning, allegedly stating that she has no interest in these things.

It's clear that Nora Welles hasn't changed since becoming a corporate citizen. She is still a mixer at heart: unable to keep her thoughts to the keys they belong on, unable to comprehend corporate life, and actively insulting those around her, trying to bring them down to her level.

Corporate life has no need for those who cannot embrace it. There's a bold line on acceptable behavior, and Nora Welles crossed it, spat on it, and swore at those who asked her to clean up the mess she made. The Globe thanks every corporate citizen who came forward to give testimony about this mixer in our midst.

- Rose Ringo

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