The night ended not with a bang, but a loud, drawn-out, put-upon sigh.
Nobody died
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Another day, another message:
I wander the streets alone, crying out to the heavens. The town hath seen the evidence I sought, and now they believe. I doubted once, too, but all is now clear. In the town center, whilst a precious few sleep, and most conspire their wicked ways, I nail the proclamation my informer gave to me:
But if we should destroy their leaders, mayhaps my homeland will grasp a glimpse of peace. Four are they:
Lew o' the Wyn, Lewwyn; the Shadowy One, Shadeun; Dat Eh?, Dtay; and The Zycho, Zakalwe.
They are so named, and being so named, may their power be broken, and order returned to this divided village.
Brothers, sisters, fathers and sons! I call you to forsake your bickering, and henceforth to join all-the right-minded citizens of this good nation, and end the commie threat.
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Why'd you do it, then?
Do what? Voice my suspicions? My friend, one cannot be all-knowing, or all-seeing. That is the providence of the divine. And being but mortals, we must not clothe our actions in paralysis, for to be so afeared of speaking wrong that one fails to speak at all is the greatest danger to us now.
But to think of what you could've caused, were there no cult at all..?
What danger, friend? Were they to be torn in paranoia, set brother against brother and so divided? I would question that would not have occurred regardless. No, I shared my suspicions, and never claimed them to be more than that. Was it my place to hold them, and keep quiet? That would have been the greatest sin of all. No, said I, let the majority decide. Tis not for me to make this decision in their place. And can you truly question the results?
But vampires...
I knew not what form it would take. Indeed, I do not know if it is vanquished in full, or still amongst us, lurking. I know so little! But I had a simple choice - I could speak, and risk condemnation, or stay silent, and risk all our damnation. I chose as I hope any would in my place.
- Memorias de Guernica (Abreviada): Volumen 4 [Translated].
The source was once again uncertain.
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Day 4 Begins
Nobody died
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Another day, another message:
I wander the streets alone, crying out to the heavens. The town hath seen the evidence I sought, and now they believe. I doubted once, too, but all is now clear. In the town center, whilst a precious few sleep, and most conspire their wicked ways, I nail the proclamation my informer gave to me:
Quote:Hear ye, hear ye! My fellows have listened and I, I have been vindicated! Perhaps there is hope for you yet, hope from your wicked ways.Communists amongst you, the filthy socialist scum. They are the strongest force gathered here, with four-score and seven answering their banner. If we ignore them, this tide of bloodshed will soon raise them above us all, and they shall stand unstoppable!
I come to you, in kind mercy and good bearing, and I name amongst you the traitors and marxist who have hidden for so long! You have uncovered the fascists, weakened and scattered them to the four winds. Today I bring you the
But if we should destroy their leaders, mayhaps my homeland will grasp a glimpse of peace. Four are they:
Lew o' the Wyn, Lewwyn; the Shadowy One, Shadeun; Dat Eh?, Dtay; and The Zycho, Zakalwe.
They are so named, and being so named, may their power be broken, and order returned to this divided village.
Brothers, sisters, fathers and sons! I call you to forsake your bickering, and henceforth to join all-the right-minded citizens of this good nation, and end the commie threat.
...
Why'd you do it, then?
Do what? Voice my suspicions? My friend, one cannot be all-knowing, or all-seeing. That is the providence of the divine. And being but mortals, we must not clothe our actions in paralysis, for to be so afeared of speaking wrong that one fails to speak at all is the greatest danger to us now.
But to think of what you could've caused, were there no cult at all..?
What danger, friend? Were they to be torn in paranoia, set brother against brother and so divided? I would question that would not have occurred regardless. No, I shared my suspicions, and never claimed them to be more than that. Was it my place to hold them, and keep quiet? That would have been the greatest sin of all. No, said I, let the majority decide. Tis not for me to make this decision in their place. And can you truly question the results?
But vampires...
I knew not what form it would take. Indeed, I do not know if it is vanquished in full, or still amongst us, lurking. I know so little! But I had a simple choice - I could speak, and risk condemnation, or stay silent, and risk all our damnation. I chose as I hope any would in my place.
- Memorias de Guernica (Abreviada): Volumen 4 [Translated].
The source was once again uncertain.
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Day 4 Begins
