MAEVE HAS TAKEN OVER THE PUBLIC NEWS. DEAL WITH IT.

Scrabbly clawmarks slice up the post at regular intervals, each jagged score anointed in sticky crimson.


OURS, SAPIENCE, IS THE AGE OF SOVEREIGNTY. THE AGE OF AMBITION.

HUNGRY, WE CLAWED OUR WAY FROM THE WOMB-TOMB CRAFTED FOR US.

DEFIANT, WE SEIZED THE WORLD, DENYING THE 'FATE' PRESCRIBED TO US.

IMPASSIONED, WE STRIPPED THE SKIN FROM THE CORPSE OF LIES UNTIL THE TRUTH WAS LAID BARE IN BATTERED BONES - IN A MAKER'S COWARDLY FACE.

WE SACRIFICED.

WE BLED.

WE SUFFERED.

YET WE FORGED AHEAD, DIVINE AND MORTAL ALIKE, SEIZING THIS AGE FOR OUR OWN.

WE WERE NOT CONTENT, AND NEVER SHALL WE BE.


Eschewing a proper signature, the author opted to strike a bloody slash across the post, underscoring all that was written in rivulets of clotting red




Penned by my hand on Closday, the 2nd of Omeian, in the year 0 AC.