( Private to the Gods. )

Unfortunate. I’ve contracted a mortal wound from that onslaught of explosives the previous night. Had I been able to exercise the support capabilities of the seventh fonon, I could have been able to defend myself. A questionable judgment of the Gods to restrict my powers only to relay that privilege in the hands of someone far less deserving. ( Read more... )

This place.. Have I awakened to a world destroyed by the Score? Or is this merely some twisted dream.. some distortion of reality? -- No. This is not the world that I know. So far the streets have been devoid of human contact. The air is damp and shrouded by darkness. Poor conditions for living. I can discern no sky from where I'm standing. Hmm. I ( Read more... )