Drifters Attack Nearby Town of Willow

Drifters attacked the town of Willow, less than 10 miles outside of our city walls, while searching for medication- according to a town local.

Oct. 11, 2187– New-Den In the sleepy shadow town of Willow- where the locals live in homes constructed of our city’s scraps and the remnants of homes long abandoned, and the only food and medicine they have is foraged or grown- it’s not unusual to face the occasional Drifter. So close to the city, they’re often the first stop for those exiled from our walls.

But, those singletons, the outcasts and criminals- those that step on a few too many toes in the surface communities (keep your crime here in the Swell, seems to be the message their sending with this law)- are simply that. They’re alone. They’re the ones we discard to find their own way.

This is either a death sentence, or a higher calling. For those that do not perish on their long journey into the abandoned zones of our forgotten country, it is the Drifter’s life that keep them on this earth.

We’ve all heard the stories of the Drifters- large groups of the exiled criminals, gathering in the desert to trade and plunder, taking the empty territories for their own. After all, it’s why no citizen is able to travel between cities without military permit and escort. It is why our walls- once erected as a statement of our isolation from the world- remain important to our livelihood, so they say.

But this fails to remember that there are still hoards of small towns, now shadows of their former selves, with citizens that never left with the migration to the cities.

The Drifters, unaccepted by the Shadows, are forced to move from one to the other, stealing or trading what they can to survive. Thus is the case of the attack on Willow.

While it’s strange for a pack of drifters to come so close to the cities, knowing the military presence, word from our sources states they’ve been inching closer the last few years. Perhaps finding fewer and fewer resources in the wastelands.

There is also a route from Denver to Chicago, manned by a small team of medical staff, along which medical and food supplies are regularly discharged. If the Shadows are lucky, the staff will also stop for health check ups and an evaluation of what the towns need most.

Willow is among the Shadows provided these resupplies, and the townspeople believe that is what attracted the Drifters yesterday evening.

According to a local that runs the co-op of food vendors for the town:

“They came in… dragging along one of their members, screaming for medicine and a doctor. We told them… We don’t have… We are simple folk. We have little. They refused to listen. They tore apart our homes, our shops. They only left when one of our neighbors offered them help. He patched up the stomach of the young man, and gave them medicine, as long as they left the rest of he supplies with us.”

And they agreed?

“Yes, of course. No one can argue with him.”

Him? Who is this man?

Our source became visibly uncomfortable, and shook his head. “He is just one of ours.”

We’ve also discovered from another shadow within a 5 mile trek from Willow, that announced a recent attack from Drifter as well. Just earlier the same day, Drifters came to their town in search of food and items to trade. They’d mentioned that this has only happened on occasion, but in the last three years has happened more than usual.

“Sums o dem are okay wit negotiatin’, bu nah deez uns. Theyz came in blazzin’ and terrin’ up everythin’. Weez nah fur it. Weez figh'”

Reportedly, they took up arms with rusty fence posts and knifes, and struck a few of the Drifters well enough to drive them away. Only they went looking for help in another Shadow, Willow.

How long before resources out in the Shadows, and they all come looking, lining up at the city walls, demanding that we not ignore them. How long will it take for us to join them?

JOB OFFER: Sanitation Department Hiring; All Positions

Sept.24, 2178–New-Den No one is dreaming of working for the sanitation department as a kid. But beggars can’t be choosers, right? You need a job, right? Are you a Swellian or a Surface Dweller?

That’s right, you grew up down here, in the pit of the city. You’ve smelt like a garbage can your entire life. And don’t tell me you haven’t noticed the smell of the city’s streets. Just because you’ve grown used to it, doesn’t mean it doesn’t whip you in the face every time you step out the door.

And we’ve all heard the stories. Jon Abernathy will never get that foot back. Lung disease can’t be avoided. Your kids will be born with asthma anyway. Just look at the perks, instead:

  • A free hot shower every day in the sanitation department locker room
  • Apartment stipend for you and your family and preferred placement in apartments at higher levels of the Swell if your assignments are on the surface (They don’t want you so far down, so you won’t smell as bad when you wipe their toilets)
  • Meal stipend, which is enough to cover 30% of your monthly meals
  • Hot meals at work for you
  • Enrollment in an educational program for children that wish to fast track to a sanitation career

Listen, as much as we hate the state and the shit they put us through (literally, in this case), our duty to you is to find the best ways to take advantage of them, to fight against them, and to improve your lives.

What better way to do all three than by making them pay you better for jobs that even we in the Swell don’t want.

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Flesh Eating Fungus Shuts Down Bottom Feeder Bar

Aug. 23, 2178– New-Den– The popular Bottom Feeder bar on the Swell’s main loop is shut down for the rest of the weekend for a full decontamination by the Swell Department of Hazardous Waste.

This department is comprised, almost entirely, of Swell sewage and trash disposal personnel, and created over the weekend to dispose of the fungus found at Bottom Feeder bar. What will happen to the department after the cleanup? So far, authorities have not let on, but most Swell residents are doubtful it will stick around.

One resident, who wishes to remain anonymous, made comments to our source as he was pulled from the bar by Trols during the initial lock down.

“We wuz drinkin’ wit Mizz Mira n’ they’z comin’ n’ trow us ou’. ‘Bout time they’z did somethin’ dun here, bu’ it won’ las’. They’z only duz it becuz o’ the worka’z that’z goes up, ya kno’.”

His comments are in reference to a Swell resident, Demetrius Can, thought to be the first resident to be exposed to the fungus and develop symptoms, who was found dead in the home of his employer in the Outline.

The fungus continued to grow on Mr. Can’s skin, and it’s possible that he spread the fungus to other locations. The home in the Outline is undergoing decontamination along with Bottom Feeder bar, but no word on whether their search for the fungus will extend throughout the Swell.

If you discover a purplish fuzz that turns an orange tint when exposed to heat, call… At this time, no contact information has been released for further exposures. If you experience any symptoms, such as difficulty breathing, or a red-purple rash on any patch of skin, you’re encouraged to visit your local urgent care. There is no treatment yet for this fungus, but our sources tell us “they’re working on it.”

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Man Dies After Starving Himself for Park Pass

July 20, 2178– New-Den Swell– The mirrors placed on balconies and on the sides of businesses help to bring the light to the deepest reaches of the Swell during the day. At night, we have the World of Fitness.

The great complex of mile-wide domes, sitting on the edge of the surface, taunting us as we stare up at it– has long been a source of agony. Since it’s development, our sleep has been interrupted by the glow of its bright lights and the howls of excitement of the privileged that get to see what’s inside. Across the Swell, hundreds have been thrown from their gates as we try to catch a glimpse. Thousands have applied for even their most demeaning roles- petting zoo cleaner, snow raker- just to get the free one day a year pass their employment lends them. Dozens of families scrounged and saved for years to buy a pass for birthdays and holidays, only to be thrown from the gates with accusations of theft and fraud.

They don’t want us there. Yet still, so many of us strive to find ways into their circle. Into the domes of privilege. Such is the story of Joaquin Buena. After hearing countless stories of the silvery peaks of snow in the ski dome and the warm waters of the beach dome, Joaquin did everything he could to save the money for a day pass, including starving himself for five months. The money he would have spent on food all wadded in a jar he kept behind his warped mattress, on it written “World of Fitness”.

Joaquin was found by his mother this morning, who then suffered a heart attack at the sight. Her family now must use the funds to cremate them both.

 

 

Toxic Dumping Causes Wave of Headaches Across the Swell

July 12, 2178– New-Den Swell– Putrid waste gushes between our toes on a regular basis. We’ve all gotten used to it, haven’t we? We’ve even made games out of who can dismantle the cleaning bots that roam our streets the fastest. So far, my money is on Jimmy Boy at the edge of Main Street. That kid has a bright future in trash engineering.

Down the street, Maiden Marion, or Sweet Marion Jane as her husband Ray likes to call her, has managed to make a cleaning agent out of the sludge that washes us against her co-op door. It doesn’t work, but it sure does bring the scent of the streets into your home, a real earthy kind of smell.

It’s possible that Maiden Marion may have sold out of all of her secret sauce across the Swell, because none of us seem to be able to escape the smell of it. Sure, even building has its smells, and the streets of course. If you never emerge to the surface, you’ll never notice this strange hint of cabbage in our air. Unfortunately for us, it’s not Marion’s cleaning agent, and it’s not the normal scent of our pitiful lives. It’s the dump on 23rd.

You know the one. There’s an incinerator under the tunnels of the Swell, right along the sewer system, that takes in the trash from the surface. Like all things down here, it’s broken. Maybe we should send Jimmy Boy over and see what he can do about it, because it sure doesn’t seem like anyone else will get to it any time soon. Until then, enjoy your headache.

A Year On: Swell Water Crisis Still Keeping Families Apart

July 11, 2178– New-Den Swell– Water out of the faucet is brown. It gives off a smell of waste, rust, and warm urine. Clenching stomachs, hearts fluttering, dizzy spells all came to the people. Later, mothers lose their children, birth rates drop, birth defects increase, and again the mothers lose their children. A community already facing hardship cannot sustain the effects of their children facing learning deficiencies and heart diseases. This battle for a better life, thwarted by a governments neglect and a careless eagerness to pinch pennies.

That’s right, the troubles you and your children face now- not just the pain of brushing your teeth and washing your skin with bottled and boiled water each day- is the work of your local government. In an attempt to save money, they switched your water supply to an old, rusted out pipeline. One that had already been put out of commission, sealed off, and stripped of certification by the New-Den Sub-City Water Commission. If you work in the tunnels, you might recognize this pipe by the stench it puts off.

That’s right, that’s the one- Old Stinky, or Sir Farts A Lot, as some of the kids like to call it. You’ve been drinking water from that pipe for a year. It’s already done its damage on the Swell, and there is no going back. Sure, they’ve switch it back to the previous pipelines, and word from the surface is that they’re planning to redo the lines next year since some of our smell is causing a stink up in the Outline communities. We’ll give them a round of applause for that, quietly. But what will they do for the mothers and fathers that have to shoulder the weight of a child that won’t be able to function on their own. Or to those whose child will never come to be. Let’s not leave out the generation after. How will the new kids on the block, whose parents’ parent’s gave birth with lead flowing through their umbilical cords. We’ll never know.

I suppose that’s the point. They don’t want us to even think about it. They’ll wear us out in a million other ways to keep us from it, to keep us from asking- when will it end?

Severe Food Shortage Leads To Starved Animals & Swarm Over The Border

Oct. 10, 2019

New-Den–     We’ve been told that the entire world is facing a food crisis. That climate change has ravaged agriculture after so many years of agriculture ravaging the climate. If that is so, then this isolation of our nation isn’t helping our situation.

During the early century floods and droughts, we lost 10% of our landmass and 40% of our farming land. We’ve found solutions to this- Harvest Grocers, with their greenhouse shopping centers and harvest pyramids just beyond our city walls. It’s enough to feed the city. At least the upper half. Those on the surface.

Us, down here, in the cabbage scented Swell, must fill our balconies with potato sacs and our rooftops with carrots and greens. All of which are peppered with the fumes of our great under the surface factories.

However, even with these measures, we still starve. Contaminated cabbages, the spread of disease, rotted food and leftovers passed to us from the surface is all we get. Recent deaths of zoo animals due to starvation, and our reports of conditions in the Borderlands reaching the level of the 2019 zimbabwe food shortages from drought that put them on the brink of famine- have us worried.

Some of our researchers have conjured images of the early 2000’s Syrian food shortage, and the Venezuelan food crisis that had more than half the population swarming over their borders to find food for their tables.

When we’ve asked locals, they claim its more like the bacon shortage, something we’ve experienced our whole lives and don’t see the end of. They argue that, if anything, “We’ll swarm the village”. That’s right, at least we know the surface has enough food for us all, and it’s only a short elevator ride away.

 

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Sewage Backup Causes Flooding In Hurricane Alley

Oct. 4, 2178

New-Den— Heavy rain and flash floods have always plagued the Swell. However, when you pair it with poor drainage systems and infrastructure issues you get long standing water, disease, and businesses that can’t recover.

“We been dealin’ wit the floodin’ for years, but neva thees bad,” says local tattoo parlor owner, Jac Aquis Smiths, whose business has been closed until it can be drained. “Thees… thees place is me whole life. I can’ eat withou’ it. But the gov. won’ do anythin’, so wees ha’ to.”

Locals who work in the factories have been stealing sacs and supplies to create barrier walls to keep the flooding in the streets while they pump the water from businesses along Hurricane Alley (“flooding zone x”), where most of the flooding has occurred.

Trols have yet to aid, though they have neglected to stop those from stealing and helping those businesses affected. We advise you to take advantage of it while it lasts.

We’ve seen this kind of flooding and sewage backup before, and we don’t expect it to end. The surface has not approved structural updates, and Trols have prevented us from making changes to the infrastructure ourselves. So we’re stuck with the flooding, the sewage backup health risks, and the drowned businesses. Stuck researching how to clean sewage back up rather than preventing it.

Our advice? It’s likely already in the heads of many, but we’ll just say we approve… Send the water upward, into the streets on the surface. Maybe then our flooding news will become theirs as well.

 

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21 Ways To Stay Alive In Year 2179 (Life In The Future Is Hard)

August 16, 2179   New-Den    It may already be the future, for those looking from the past, but we can still ask what the future will be like considering how things are today. Look, look, look, we get it. Every generation has some of these fun thoughts:

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Baby Swallowed By Street Cleaners- Here’s What They Found When They Opened It Up

August 8, 2179   New-Den      Last night, a woman named Annena Colt walked with her son, Tyson Colt, age 2, to The Bottom Feeder bar where she went to search for her husband. He’d had the late shift, but hadn’t returned home when expected.

Mrs. Colt let her son play by her feet as she shared a Hog with her husband after learning that he’d just been laid off from his position as head mech operator at Teysey Toys. Their son wasn’t known to be very mobile, having only just learned to crawl a few days before the incident- development is a lot slower down here, in the Swell.

But on this night, Tyson had managed to make it through the stampeding boots around the bar, and under the swinging doors onto the streets. As with every night, the street cleaners were out, sucking up the tepid water and sogging napkins thrown to the streets.

You must be wondering… As you know, our street cleaners are known for being a pitiful waste of spare parts, hardly able to suck a tissue up with its foul breeze. It’s one of the reasons The Bottom Feeders began hiring cleaners to follow the machines and do the actual cleaning. However, one clever mechanic, who shall not be named for her own safety, has been making adjustments to the machines so that they function as they should.

Little did she know that her efforts would result in a child being sucked into the dusty bowels of one of her machines.

Annena heard Tysons cries and ran into the streets in enough time to grab her son’s hand. Some of the patrons from the bar knocked the cleaner over, reaching a hand into its bottom gears to stall it. Once the suction stopped, they began carefully dismantling it. Hearing Tyson still crying from inside was a good sign.

When it was finally open, Tyson was found cut with shards of glass and wire, and with a throat full of rain dampened grime and dust. He’s currently recovering in Eastside Emergency. The story doesn’t stop there.

Along with Tyson, the patrons found in the junket- a stiff cat, several dead rats, and an encrypted Terradrive. It was promptly brought to us at the Outsiders for further inspection, but so far, none of our hackers have been able to access what’s inside.

If you have any skills or information that may be of use to us in this matter, put our logo on the light post across from the Bottom Feeder bar on the main ring, and we’ll find you. For everyone else, the street cleaners may have better suction from now on, mind your babies.

 

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