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March 25th, 2013 08:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[ Exactly four hours after the end of Governor Townshed's funeral, every NV and cell phone in the city will crackle to life. At first the transmission considers of little more than static and garbled sound (almost like the rustling of pages being turned).
When it finally clears, a voice speaks, strong and clear. ]
Good evening to you, citizens and Newcomers alike. As it should be known to you all by this time, the late Governor Townshed is not longer with us in this world.
Unimaginative though he was, at the very least, we can say there was one thing he excelled at: maintaining the status quo.
Knowing this, it should also be no surprise to you the words I would share with you now.
[ The quality of his voice changes here, an intonation of things to come. ]
The bricks are fallen down.
The walls are cast asunder.
The streets are overturned,
The heavens reduced to ash.
When Darkness cedes its glory,
History comes full circle.
The roads betwixt and between
Shall yield the truth at last.
[ A brief pause follows before he continues, proud and almost scornful. ]
Take heed of what I say, Siren's Port. The End comes, and time waits for no man.
The truth shall make you free.
[ A burst of static follows, and the transmission finally cuts. ]
(( ooc: Meet, GW, everyone. He's hacked the Network to deliver this cryptic address. Feel free to respond! He might just answer back. ))
When it finally clears, a voice speaks, strong and clear. ]
Good evening to you, citizens and Newcomers alike. As it should be known to you all by this time, the late Governor Townshed is not longer with us in this world.
Unimaginative though he was, at the very least, we can say there was one thing he excelled at: maintaining the status quo.
Knowing this, it should also be no surprise to you the words I would share with you now.
[ The quality of his voice changes here, an intonation of things to come. ]
The walls are cast asunder.
The streets are overturned,
The heavens reduced to ash.
When Darkness cedes its glory,
History comes full circle.
The roads betwixt and between
Shall yield the truth at last.
[ A brief pause follows before he continues, proud and almost scornful. ]
Take heed of what I say, Siren's Port. The End comes, and time waits for no man.
The truth shall make you free.
[ A burst of static follows, and the transmission finally cuts. ]
(( ooc: Meet, GW, everyone. He's hacked the Network to deliver this cryptic address. Feel free to respond! He might just answer back. ))