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They Exploit All Weakness

Give a Mixer food and it'll bite your hand off!

By Kinya Yamamoto

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Benevolence. Generosity. Mercy. Are those the excuses you use when you let yourself get abused by the weak and unwilling to rise? What do you get in exchange? Do you expect them to change? To give back at least as much as you did for them? You, corporate citizen who spares the life of a rabid animal. You who gives it a second and third chance and so on. You who rushes to the help of the justly punished, racing to present them with all they could ever want on a silver platter, and for what? Do you have so little self-respect? What's gotten into you?

Let's take a look at Richard 'BBOY' 'Dobby' Van Reyes, last week given a behavior mod chip and let loose. Read More

By the 13th of June, he'd gotten it removed. He's back to feuding with other criminals, robbing the patrons of the businesses on their claimed territories at the tip of his sword. Some may remember the days when he seemed like an idealistic kid. Those days are over for all of us. But some hold onto the notion that it was the city who broke this -poor kid's- dreams of a somehow better world. Yet what did the city ever do to him? The Justice Force gave him a behavior mod chip to help him curb his violent behavior. Surely that ought to have helped him take a -better- path. But he refuses help at all costs! He's a rabid animal who indiscriminately provokes illegal cybernetic rippers, TERRA and the WJF with equal fervor.

How about Hana 'Akira' Brodston? Remember her, the one who gave up her career to chase her friend whose memory was wiped for her crimes? She walked into the jam-packed KMB on the eve of the 14th and climbed on top of the bar, knocking off drinks and starting to yell. She shouted about how the service mixers should band together against their 'corporate oppressors'! The absolute gall of this woman, who not only had excellent career prospects but could have easily filled in the shoes of her denounced and fired friend's biotech manager position, had she had an ounce of sense in her psychotic mind. Luckily, with the help of NLM CorpSec agents Hume and Lexington, KMB was able to extract the threat away from its patrons and neutralize it. "She had been on a downward spiral ever since Sydney went back down to Red, honestly. Used to hang out at Grunen's and drink like a fish," states Lala Gomez, manager of the KMB when she and Agent Hume recounted the events to me, "I knew back then something was wrong with her, even before she left VS to chase after her old superior."

She had this statement to make to the public: "As I said on SIC earlier, it was a no-brainer.. for Hana, anyway by the end of it. I'm also thankful to my staff for keeping calm and keeping the party going inside the club while N-Sec defused the situation. Our dedication to our customers' good time is what sets us apart from other clubs in Withmore. It's why we're world-class entertainment, after all. We have a range of shows 24/7 on stage, and we encourage corporate citizens to come up, relax, enjoy one of our signature crafted drinks, and enjoy the jacuzzi in our VIP room. We hold parties in both sections of the club to make our topside citizens thankful they work so hard to stay corporate."

Now hear this out: on the 19th of June, former corporate citizen Aurelie 'Diamond' Claudel was given the punishment of having her memory wiped up to the point of her waking from cryogenic stasis around a year ago. What was the reaction of her acquaintances? In a repeat of the Sydney Calderon debacle, they rushed to her aid! Everyone tried to help her remember and reclaim their lost relationships with her. As though she were some kind of victim of the system and didn't do something exceptionally unintelligent to deserve it. Do you really think you can trust someone who got themselves into such a situation? Do they seem reliable to you? Or worth rolling up a red carpet for and licking the stilettos of?

Mixers seek out and exploit all weaknesses so they can abuse them for their benefit! Any sign of kindness extended to a criminal is a signature on your own death warrant, and they will make sure you don't have so much as your shoes left by the time it happens! They WILL go to the lengths to permanently kill you, as evidenced by Richard Van Reyes when he did it to Clone Angel Monty Beaumont, a man who foolishly dedicated himself to saving the lives of these ungrateful animals! Wake up and look after yourselves, don't sacrifice yourself on the unholy altar of Mixer-pitying cults. They deserve nothing less than to be used for all they're good for and then stomped out!

Take off your weakness-tinted glasses and see these vile creatures for the pathetic scumbags they really are! You owe it to yourself to set your life up for success, not for serving as their prey, your husk sucked dry of blood before they dump your body in a festering sewer! They're not the ones who need to rise up against us, WE have to rise up against THEIR horrifying acts, their oppressive stench wafting through our neighborhoods when we let our guard down and nearly making us faint. You wouldn't let your neighbors throw their trash into your home and leave it there, would you? Let me hear what you say when your neighbor IS the trash, Withmore.

Mixer Incursions!

Are they attempting a hostile takeover?

By Kinya Yamamoto

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A growing trend in Mixer annoyances topside threatens our society's peace and order. Within the past few days, I've encountered many glaring examples. It is our duty as corporate citizens to report these instances as they may qualify as crimes more often than you might think. For example, a Mixer standing around topside and threatening passersby is committing Loitering and Assault. Lewd behavior in public also breaks the Law. Even coming up here covered in blood, dirt and gore is punishable by Judges.

On my way up to Green on the E7 one day I encountered a Mixer covered in unseemly biomass from corpses. Read More

They wiped it off on the ground like a wild animal scratching against a tree. It was around the same time that I noticed there was graffiti on a wall, vile slurs by Mixer filth. I pointed it out over SIC and this feral creature who was wiggling on the ground like a literal worm pulled out a WCS jumpsuit and put it on. I was in shock. But that wasn't all. She then pulled out an aerosol spray can and, without warning, filled the cabin with noxious fumes, making many commuters puke. It was all I could do to try not to breathe it in. And then it got off on Green and went about her business! I reported it to the WJF and a Cadet responded and asked me for details. Our fine Judges then apprehended and heavily punished the criminal for this nuisance.

Later, I went to an establishment on Gold. The server behind the counter was covered in bruises and dirt from getting in a fight in the Mix. It didn't even seem to care! They're even lower than wild animals because they seem incapable of feeling pain. I complained and thankfully its manager immediately told it off and replaced it with a more seemly service mixer. A small win, but they don't stop at stinking up our levs and restaurants!

Oh no... because I bumped into one right inside a bank! It accosted me while I was using an automated teller machine and threatened to push my face in the mud after my first article! I couldn't believe it, I was in complete shock! I went on about my day, heading to work while reporting it to the WJF over SIC. They called me into the Hall of Justice and I testified against it. Despite all of its unscrupulous lies to the Judges, it was punished for Loitering and Assault, which made me all the more confident in the Withmore Justice Force!

They're trying to ruin our beautiful city, infesting it like vermin, and we mustn't stand by while they deface our mag-levs, poison us with their stench and air pollutants, make us lose our appetite when going to eat and accosting us while withdrawing money from our bank accounts! We must stand together and speak up against these oppressive behaviors to protect our hard-earned livelihoods and peace of mind! Report ALL crimes topside to the Hall of Justice, which is to say ALL mixers, because they're ALL malignant terrorists who only come there to defecate on everything we've built for ourselves. Even the Eternalists among us who subscribe to outdated interpretations of their faith and pity these tumors of society ought to recognize that they are full of sin! They envy our success, they're sloths who refuse to raise themselves above living like the animals they are, they act out in fury at us, they gluttonously consume the goods they steal from fair and hardworking citizens, they lust for our destruction, they're proud of their feral behavior and they greedily take from our society without giving anything worthwhile back! Do you see how corrupt they are? Even religious fundamentalists declare that they are spawns of the devil! If that doesn't tell you that they're scum, I don't know what will!

I've asked you for your own stories of Mixer incursions into our beloved corporate sectors and you've delivered! I've received countless testimonies of vandalism, loitering, assault, lewd misconduct, trespassing, pickpocketing and many, many more crimes-- you could open the Book of Law at any page and put your finger on the paper with your eyes closed. I GUARANTEE you that Mixers commit that crime too! They're irredeemable and have no place in our civilized society! Why would you let them come in and ruin our neighborhoods and favorite locales? That's akin to letting a stranger into your house and letting them fuck your significant other! Now I'm not trying to kink shame anyone, but how would you like it if it were a MIXER? You wouldn't stand by while a subhuman destroyed your relationships, took away your lover and then dumped them in the street to be mugged or worse by gangs of feral Mixerlings!

Even your service Mixers agree! In their delusions of being any better than regular sewer babies, they speak out against their other so-called reformed brethren. They don't give up their brutal Mixer ways when they move topside! Unless they prove themselves to be human and stand together with us against those beneath us, we should assume that they are still Mixers and distrust them, staying far away from them and refusing to interact with them unless they prove their humanity. We CANNOT allow each other to consort with the ENEMY. We risk letting the very fabric of our society be torn apart by packs of roving Mix guerrilla soldiers, going around vandalizing our homes and kidnapping our friends!

Here's one account by a mechanic describing one encounter when he was scared half to death by one of his foaming-at-the-mouth former compatriots. Names have been removed to protect corporate citizens and their service servants. He had just finished doing repairs for a corporate citizen when the citizen asked the mechanic to change the ownership to that of a rehabilitating Mixer he was selling the bike to:

"[...] I wasn't paid at that stage, so I told [the rehabilitating Mixer] he needed to pay for my services, and set him as the new owner. He put up a stink and marched right up to me, in my face with his fists balled. I told him the bike couldn't leave the vicinity without getting paid for my services and he accused me of embezzlement. I was scared, in my own workplace, my boss working not far away in the same service center, on Green, the place we're supposed to be safe and call home. [...] Garbage out, I say. Just look at Syndey Calderon AKA Calavera. Two-time corporate traitor. Then we just give jobs to criminals up here and expect them to change and add more productivity to our lives than danger."

You might want to get a job with a corporation if you want to talk, but you have to admit, the difference in this account between the Mixer who's only pretending to rehabilitate and the one making a genuine effort is staggering. One is resorting to violence while the other clearly presents himself as on the side of the corporations -- the civilized side! Other service mixers could learn a thing or two from this subhuman. I even deign to present him with some humanity points. Congratulations, Green mechanic! You get to be considered 2% human. Don't let it get to your head and work hard for the other 98%!

In conclusion, I want you all to remember that the Withmore Justice Force, the corporations and the business owners all have a vested interest in the quality of life in our corporate sectors. They're waiting for you to report all instances of Mixer vermin ruining your day! Indeed, with the growing number of incidents, it wouldn't be unreasonable to establish a quota of incidents for each citizen to report every day. You can start working right here, right now for a better future for all of us by joining Mixer Free Week and setting yourself a goal of tackling on at least a certain number of these incidents every day. It can be one, it can be ten, it's all up to you: every little counts! Let's show these anarchists what unity looks like!

Dick Van Reyes' Dick-Up Faze

Degenerate delinquent magnanimously spared by WJF

By Kinya Yamamoto

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Corporate Citizens have greatly benefited from Jack Anderson's Clean Green policy which he enacted while holding the office of Grand Inquisitor. A recent wave of defiant violence suggests the controls on Mixers traveling topside are too lenient yet. Richard Van Reyes, the comically named leader of the laughable Bokken Boys gang, has moved on from targeting other Mixers to corporate citizens over the past three months. This kid isn't well in the head. He indoctrinates other children into his little cult and profiteers off them. He pretends to want to help them but none of them last a single month. They steal delivery crates from couriers for CCCC, WWW, and ACME. Read More

Fortunately, it looks like Dick Van Reyes' luck has run out.

Last week, Reyes bit more than he could chew by murdering a taxi driver stopped in front of Krakeon Apartments on Plessis Road to pick up a fare. Two Judges responded, including Medal of Honor Recipient Judge Lindsey Hadley. In an unthinkable megalomanic episode, he dropped a sonic grenade for each Judge and cold-bloodedly murdered them. It is a small consolation that he was later killed at Acadia Station and the equipment and Medal were recovered. We thank the Justice Force for their brave, daily service. They deserve better than this and should be outfitted with Sonic Dampeners, protecting them from such cowardly maneuvers.

And yet, in a magnanimous display of mercy, the WJF didn't perm him, wipe his mind or even banish him when he came out of the vats. They let the violent, bloodthirsty serial killer live on inside this city's walls. Now, they did install a behavior modification chip in his brain, which testimonies say causes painful illness at the slightest thought of breaking the Law. And they did give him a reported fifteen years of time dilation. That's a long time to think about your crimes and feel deathly ill every time. But I think I speak for everyone when I say this violent murderer got off extremely easily. The Hall of Justice is truly a world-class leader in criminal-reformation and makes Withmore proud, nevertheless.

Now, some might think that means the inhuman scum deserves a second chance. After all, he's a good boy now, right? Offering his courier services and acting like he was never a manipulative cult leader and criminally insane serial killer. Let's look at what why they would be wrong. Here's the testimony of the original victim of that day himself: "I'm unsure what all happened. I woke up from the vats in my first clone's skin, feeling my stomach twist into a knot as I realized the original me was gone forever. That didn't go well with the pain I was in from the corpse cloning since I didn't have a clone at the time. I was mad at Dobby at first but then he confronted me and we got to speaking, and I realized he was just a hungry, confused child. He's on the right path now, hopefully, other give him a chance."

What an absolute imbecile! No wonder he's a service mixer, he's a deluded animal! One could almost pity the one who pities his own murderer, but one would be a complete hypocrite to do so. The only rational response is to dismiss these madmen for who they are: weaklings. And nobody wants to be like them. That's a first-class ticket to getting sodomized by muggers twice a day! Please go ahead and move to the Mix if you think like that.

So how did this kid make it this far with that attitude without getting killed for good? A guardian demon. One of Seven Ecks' disciples L, a tween with Xo5 and a ceramic composite katana, protected Dick religiously for a while as though he were her own disciple. They say opposites attract but it seems to me like all the feral devil spawns seem to gather together! The Mix is truly pathetic if a ragtag group of kids who got hit a little hard by puberty can put them all to shame, and it's true, they do! They say the psychopath went backpacking in Eastern Europe. Do you think she'll come back enlightened by the failed euronations she'll visit along the way?

Dick and his garbage rats once violently robbed a Bitchn' Chikn' on the turf of the Artery gang centered around Ashlin Street. A criminal syndicate hitman wants to kill the gang's leader for Dick and he messes up so badly that the syndicate decides the only way to save face is to help the gang get rid of Dick. Dick lost his head! He put up SIC ads taunting the syndicate. He had L slaughter all who came after him until they ended up paying him to get her off their backs! Absolutely pathetic! And to think Dick gets away with passing himself off as some kind of top-tier outlaw ninja among the degenerates in Red. We might as well burn them all alive, mercifully sparing them from this humiliation.

That kid is willing to murder people for pocket change, as showcased by how he soon switched from robbing people's crates on levs to simply killing them. One confirmed victim was Lala Gomez, manager of the KMB. In a brutal live display of his underhandedness, he murdered a downed contestant at the most recent Ultimate Mixer Championship matches. He and all the other trash golems have no honor, no values. They will lie, cheat and steal their way to what they want and they deserve no mercy or consideration from polite society.

How long before other fools follow in Dick's footsteps for the promise of infamy? How many have to die before we all learn to treat Mixers for what they are, mindless beasts to be used for what they're good for and kept away from civilization? I encourage all of you to report all instances of these cretins annoying corporate citizens, even if they're working in service. They should not be allowed to get away with loitering around Mag-Levs with blood and bullet holes on their clothes, poisoning all of us with their putrid stenches and aerosol cans. They should not be allowed to show up behind the bars they serve us at covered in ugly wounds from their latest botched attempt at killing their neighbor for their nice phone.

Together we can ensure that no more innocents die at the hands of these hyenas. If we were to mimic their lawless behavior we ought to lynch them where they stand when we see them. Nobody wants to fear for their life on their way to and from work, or just walking down the street. We preemptively thank the Withmore Justice Force for the measures they will no doubt have already started taking to prevent this from happening again by the time you're reading this article. Until then, let's come together and let out a loud and proud "Garbage Out!"

Retired Grand Inquisitor Returns on Mix Safari

After recovery, hunts Mixers like the dogs they are!

By Kinya Yamamoto

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He took a well-earned retirement from his job and went to gamble aboard the luxury space casino Kashflo, leaving behind a position that only the few and proud can fill. You'd have never heard of where he went to and what he did unless he wanted you to. Now, Jack Anderson is back and stronger than ever. In an unprecedented leap in surgical ability courtesy of scientists aboard a research station in Earth orbit, the retired Grand Inquisitor and Judge has had the nerve damage caused by his rare and debilitating condition repaired. Through this experimental operation, which Dr. Read More

Schuyler of Cordoba Wellness Home states could not have been performed under the effects of gravity, not only is our hero going to live but he's also able to shoot a gun and control a vehicle like he's barely taken a smoke break.

This force of nature, this one-man-army, has come back not with a bang nor a whimper, but with the stylish silence of a paraglider gracefully flying through the air and landing on an abandoned building in the despicable Red sector. His sharp eyes penetrating the Stygian darkness of the hellhole that is the Mix, he took two shots at one of the bipedal creatures on Lamb's Wake and Fuller Street. When I had the pleasure to hear him recount the tale he coolly stated that the thing must have "died or came close to it". The hunt was on, or as he casually put it, the safari. "When I was a Judge I took out a handful of the Snakes from the skywalk with a Norinco. Chinese made 7.62mm sniper rifle. The top of a building is easy."

"I think I killed a half dozen people and came out of the experience disappointed," he said. "They were weak. I have a million chyen bounty on my head, an illegal one. I went down there to give the Mix a chance to claim it. I took some people out, trying to push the masses into action yet only succeeded in making them recoil further in fear." he shook his head, "Quite disappointing. [...] People are all bark and no bite." He got a cube and shot some more of the soulless zombies, their expendable lives too unimportant to note, though he had a few colorful shoutouts to make for a few particularly weak examples of trash golems.

"On the second day, I decided that I wanted to go after Conor Duffy because people say he fancies himself some kind of military type, a spy or something. I coerced him out of hiding by killing a bunch of his compatriots from Red's Finest, he came out, I shot him to death with an AKS-47. He didn't land a hit. He was a waste of time." he said. Another one of his victims was a corporate traitor, Hana Brodston, alias Akira. "I shot her in the ass, because she's an idiot. Someone who would betray career advancement to chase the ghost of a person whom no longer retained the memory of their friendship. Pathetic."

This man went down there for sport, for excitement, the alleged quality of the Mix. He didn't get any! That cesspit has truly no redeeming qualities other than being a renewable resource of feral animals to indiscriminately use for the purpose of fueling our glorious corporate civilization. The formidable supersoldier and leader had this to say about the reason these cretins are so vexed and fired up by his conversely effortless demeanor: "People love to hate a celebrity that rubs their privilege in their faces. While I am not of NLM fame, I have been a Judge, and Grand Inquisitor, I've upheld the Law in the best interests of the city and the people of topside."

Understatement of the year! This man started as a CorpSec agent at New Light Media, rising to management and moving to NeoTrans, then going into civil service as a Quartermaster and SpecOps Sniper, then he became a Judge and an Inquisitor, blowing all of his competitors out of the water along the way with his outstanding achievements, earning a Medal of Honor and eventually, after years of unmatched capability and effectiveness in his work, becoming a Grand Inquisitor. He has left his mark on the corporate security and justice systems of Withmore forever and has created a legacy to stand the test of time! What an incredibly humble man! If only all of us followed in his footsteps and focused on ourselves and our work instead of wasting our breaths, for example, by pitying those irredeemable walking disasters that live below our feet.

No philistine lunatic from the Mix could even hope to achieve a fraction of what this man has when none match him even in polite society. He has risen based solely on his own merit, as a cerebral corporate citizen and relentlessly training professional. If none match him it is because of our failures as professionals. And that is the true value of life in advanced civilizations! Measured by this, the lives of Mixers are so laughably cheap as to be equivalent to zero, or better yet, a negative number. Though he is disappointed at their complete lack of entertainment value, a man like Anderson does us all a service for every weakling he wipes off the face of the planet. These "random people, with random problems" as he characterized them owe their greatest distinction in life to having been chosen by Anderson as his prey to be filled with lead for fun.

He noted that despite easily dispatching all who stood before him, he still considered himself in immediate danger. As a professional, retired Grand Inquisitor and Judge, he was merely protecting himself from impending harm. "It is, of course, illegal to murder Citizens of any class, self-defense, however, is justifiable," he said. As to the use of the words safari in relation to his pastime, "Yes, welcome to Withmore. The unwashed masses, and the ones who choose to remain as such, less than human. May as well classify them as they choose to live."

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.

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)

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 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.

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.

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.

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.

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