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{{ | {{Quote|Here we go again, Baldwin Home, a.k.a. Black Screen, a.k.a. Mister I-Wish-You-Would, a.k.a. Sovereign Community, a.k.a. Crysanth Kush, a.k.a. all the news that's fit to... sprint up to you in the streets and tell you what's really real. Deliverin' another message to the masses, you already know what it is and I don't mean that rhetorically. You ain't heard the news, you lived it. 'Hey Black! Why do they call it the Bontive Valley?' They call it the Bontive Valley 'cause the harvests are high yielding, and bit by bit they're coming back into hand. We're talking more crops, we're talking our land. After all, we worked it for how many thousand years? For how many glass dukes? We cried how many midnight tears? It ain't worth it to do the damn calculus, they'll just tell us we needed to use trigonometry instead. 'Your numbers aren't right, it wasn't really exploitation!' So let me do some simple substraction: three minus three is dead. Y'all sent out your shooters from your crystalline castle, from your beige-coloured campus, from your jewel-encrusted church. Well I got news, I'm the paper boy, open up, front page story: your shooters was flawed, your Duchy's a fraud, and we're really, really them. And I know what you're thinking. I know where your mind's at. You're ready to punch back. You're gonna find out who caused you all of this pain. Poor Stargrave, finger on the trigger, poor prophet, dig a little deeper, poor Mr. Entrepreneur. We've opened our door and you're facing it for the first time ever. We made you imagine a whole world without you. Now get this: we do that every... single... day. And it ain't just a vision, it ain't pipe dreams and conversation, it ain't blue-sky hypothetical, it's really, really real. All that talk, all that violence, yet our energy remains. We're vibing, while you piss-poor tyrants got tired just holding our chains.|author=[[Baldwin Home]]}} | ||
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Revision as of 12:01, 21 May 2023
Episode description
This episode carries content warnings for death and gun violence.
While the Cause was executing its daring (and risky) capture of the northern Bontive Valley, Palisade continued to spin. In the south east, a witch considers what she might do with ideal power. In the center of the world, a false prophet delivers empty sermons. And in the depths of the Shale Belt, agents of the Frontier syndicate seek out something long hidden…
This week on PALISADE:
Reflect the world that falls apart
Dossier
Organizations
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Contents
Opening
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Here we go again, Baldwin Home, a.k.a. Black Screen, a.k.a. Mister I-Wish-You-Would, a.k.a. Sovereign Community, a.k.a. Crysanth Kush, a.k.a. all the news that's fit to... sprint up to you in the streets and tell you what's really real. Deliverin' another message to the masses, you already know what it is and I don't mean that rhetorically. You ain't heard the news, you lived it. 'Hey Black! Why do they call it the Bontive Valley?' They call it the Bontive Valley 'cause the harvests are high yielding, and bit by bit they're coming back into hand. We're talking more crops, we're talking our land. After all, we worked it for how many thousand years? For how many glass dukes? We cried how many midnight tears? It ain't worth it to do the damn calculus, they'll just tell us we needed to use trigonometry instead. 'Your numbers aren't right, it wasn't really exploitation!' So let me do some simple substraction: three minus three is dead. Y'all sent out your shooters from your crystalline castle, from your beige-coloured campus, from your jewel-encrusted church. Well I got news, I'm the paper boy, open up, front page story: your shooters was flawed, your Duchy's a fraud, and we're really, really them. And I know what you're thinking. I know where your mind's at. You're ready to punch back. You're gonna find out who caused you all of this pain. Poor Stargrave, finger on the trigger, poor prophet, dig a little deeper, poor Mr. Entrepreneur. We've opened our door and you're facing it for the first time ever. We made you imagine a whole world without you. Now get this: we do that every... single... day. And it ain't just a vision, it ain't pipe dreams and conversation, it ain't blue-sky hypothetical, it's really, really real. All that talk, all that violence, yet our energy remains. We're vibing, while you piss-poor tyrants got tired just holding our chains.”
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