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Look at you. This whole fucking city - or at least the part that matters to you - pitching a fit like the last Queen of Old England had gone and died all over again. And because of what? Because a couple of ugly old powerful bastards died in curious and laudably violent ways?

Fuck you. The truth is that Esset, like so many other corporations in this godforsaken city, is drinking the blood from your corpses, your drooling inbred children's corpses, your parents' and siblings' and friends' and lovers' corpses, and it will continue doing so until it is put down like the rabid, slavering mad-dog creature that it is. Those bastards made themselves rich by stomping on you like the ignorant scum you are, by sending mutant children down to slave and die beneath your feet, And now they are dead - and you, my readers, will avenge yourselves on them by building glittering monuments in places most of you will never see. They fuck you and you love it.

What you're missing in your moment of worthless browbeating is the body count of all those poor nameless people who died when the old museum collapsed through the floor. Four hundred and sixty-two at last count, though they're still pulling bits of flesh out of the wreckage of destroyed city operated tenements, unfortunately located just beneath the collapsed building. No monuments in L5 -- no point, not worth the space. You wouldn't see them, either. Hardly even a mention in the papers, edited away with other unimportant things, like how a decrepit old building somehow managed to eat its way through a quarter-mile thick plate of the hardest material on earth and shit all over the people below, or what they were doing there in the first place.

I ought to sterilize the lot of you.

But what kind of human being would I be if I were to begrudge you your brush with the rich and powerful? After all, you might all feel their influence, but it's quite the occasion when they come down to lie with you, however briefly.

Does it feel good?

Alas, the kings are dead. I can only hope there's a syphilis infected devil with a giant barbed-wire cock waiting for each of them in Hell.

Date: 2009-12-01 07:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rev13-3.livejournal.com
[ Farfarello's laughter is less a joyful sound, and more like a tweaker gurgling staples. Think he approves of your assessment, Jerusalem. ]

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