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I'm just sharing the news.

Thought you'd like to know

What I'd like is some tact when talking about a child's death. The world may have gone to shit but it still costs nothing to be polite.

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I think he got scared by Adonis and ran

Why does nobody in the goddamn Imperium know how to take care of children, I swear-

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Eddie is now extremely Deadie.

Starvation got to him. Lonely little Eddie.

That's a child you're talking about. Have some fucking class.

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He uh ran away..

Maybe froze, maybe hunger?

That's- oh god, poor kid-

Why the hell was he allowed outside? Its a war zone out there, not a place for a child.

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Dancing diva is down.

Aside from that, everything is still falling to shit so, guess not that much crazy stuff actually has happened.

Dancing Diva-? I don't know who that-

Wait.

What the fuck happened to Eddie?

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Crazy shiz has occurred.

As opposed to all the other crazy shit going on right now? My interest is piqued, what happened?

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(Meanwhile, in the Imperial Postmen group chat)

Death: War is dead. Famine: what? Famine: no she isn't she wouldn't just die Famine: Death this isn't fucking funny

Death: I know. But it is true. Famine: how? Death: Bullet to the skull. She'd gone after Journalist. And failed. Death: War is dead. Famine: Duarte Death: what? Famine: im correcting you. her fucking name is Duarte. was Duarte. Use it. Famine: please. Death: Alright. Duarte is dead. Bethany murdered her. Death: feel better? Famine: ... no Death: Well put that aside. We need to plan. Famine: for what? Death: Finishing what she started.

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Does this mean...no more news?

Life finds a way, and so shall I.

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oooo does this mean it's open season on the journalist??? :ooo

No. It doesn't. Terribly sorry to break it to you.

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How're you doing dudeeee-?

Just fucking dandy.

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[Bethany Dyer was running. Her shoes pounded mercilessly against concrete and dirt as she raced through the city, winding her way through alleyways and lifeless streets as her lungs heaved. Blood stained her shirt. She didn't hear them coming. All she'd known that one moment she'd been walking down the street, the next she'd been slammed into a wall and there were fangs at her neck. They'd been waiting for her.]

[She'd killed one. And then she'd started running.]

[She careened down an alleyway, coming up to a wire fence. Her magic was depleted but not gone. The metal bent around her and let her through. She ignored the exhaustion in her bones. She ignored the pain in her side. She refused to feel any of it.]

[They'd wanted revenge. For every lie she had sold, every broadcast she had made, every fucking word. For the world she had helped build. They didn't think it would be hard. The Imperium's favourite puppet. How long can she go without her strings?]

[She came skidding to a stop in an alleyway on the outskirts of Dahlia, the exhaustion all of a sudden too much. She sat down, back sliding down a brick wall, graffiti'd with something inane. It was gone. The Imperium. Everything she'd sacrificed, everything she'd done, had been for nothing. But for now it was quiet. Maybe she'd lost them-]

[There was a gun to her head. Someone standing over her.]

Bethany.

[She didn't need to look up to know who it was, but she did. One of her Postmen. One of her best. A tool to be used and then discarded, like everyone else she'd ever known.]

War. You really shouldn't be out here. It's dangerous, didn't you hear?

Cut the crap. You know why I'm here. Can't even be bothered to beg?

Hm. Never really saw the appeal. You do realise if you fire that, it'll alert every vampire in the area? Be smart about this, War-

[War flipped the gun and slammed the barrel straight into her skull. Her ears rung with the impact, her whole world spinning as she slammed straight into the floor.]

YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME!

War, stop yelling-

YOU STOLE MY LIFE! [A boot was slammed straight into their gut, knocking the breath from their lungs-] My home, my family, my- my fucking name!

[Bethany forced themself to look up. The gun was pointed at her head. The hand was shaking, but at this range it wouldn't matter. There was hatred in that voice, but also something fragile. She kept her voice calm, placating.] I- okay, I did. And I'm sorry. Just put down the gun, and we can talk-

No. I- I don't have to listen to you anymore. The Imperium's gone.

[B watched the finger around the trigger squeeze. Instinct took over. She barrelled into the former Postmen's legs, forcing her to the ground. The gun slipped from her grip, falling a few feet away from the scramble. Both of them saw where it fell. Both of them knew what would happen next. Both of them lunged.]

[Bethany had given everything for this, the life she had built. She'd lied, cheated, stolen, killed- all for a taste of power. Power that had slipped between her hands. It would be easier to just lay down and die. Quick, painless. But then again.]

[She grabbed the gun and pulled the trigger. War fell to the floor, a bullet through her skull.]

[There was always more power to be won. A new lie to be spun, a new ladder to climb. She was going to win. She was going to take back what was rightfully hers. She was not going to die. She refused. Imperium or no Imperium.]

[She shoved the gun in her pocket and started to run again.]

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I feel as though my job had been rendered somewhat redundant. Well. That certainly sucks.

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Hello everyone, Imperium News here! and- shit-somethings interfering with the s̴͈̺̪͙͘ḭ̶̫͇̯̬̟̈́̋̍͑̅̒ǵ̵̬̰̦̮̼̯͕̙̒n̴͖͍̜̬̻̓͗̍̅̐̉ā̷̘̹̮̻̥͍̦̇ͅḷ̴̢͓̪̺̃̅́̄-

“Hello Imperium. Not a fitting name for long, but it’ll do for now. My name’s Sam. I’m speaking to you from the Royal quarters of the Imperium spire and your ex king is currently licking the dirt from between my boots. For those of you who still have a few screens intact, feel free to watch. It makes it pretty sad, doesn’t it?

Your Imperium is over. Dahlia now belongs to King Samuel Collins.

To all my fellow mass makers out there, that feeling in your chest a while back wasn’t a fluke. We got our invocations back and I don’t know about you but I’m really enjoying getting used to the feeling of having a little army at my beck and call. So what do you say we take what’s left of this crumbling empire for ourselves, hm? I don’t wanna be lonely at the top. I believe in putting power back in the hands of the people. Or at least a select few of em. Democracy at its finest. Consider this my declination. The capital’s already mine but the rest is fair game.

And I can’t wait to see what y’all do with the place.”

... that's not good.

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Snap crackle pop

Real mature, friend. You having fun?

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I'm gon stab u

Well, that's awfully rude.

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[Somebody was knocking on the clinic door, fast and rthymic. It continued for a few seconds before stopping. A familiar voice could be heard slightly muffled through it.]

Hey, healer! You busy?

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(The same girl opens the door.)

Oh. Hello.

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[The Journalist stands before her, hurray! Leaning on their crutches, they give a short wave.]

Hey, kid. I'll just get down to business, any chances I could get my casts off? Awfully sorry for showing up announced.

[She did, in fact, not seem sorry.]

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(She shrugs.)

Sure. I’ll have to ask for my teacher though. I’m not allowed to use the cast saw myself.

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[The Journalist nodded dutifully and walked into the clinic, not waiting for an invitation in, sitting on the edge of an unoccupied cot.]

Perfectly fine, I can wait if need be.

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How are the casts?

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They're perfectly fine. You did a great job.