name :: adrien st. croix mun :: AINSI
he wears his name on his cuff, his reputation offhand and fully known. sometimes for the safety of his peers, he masquerades as Matthais Guildenstern. the cumulative effects of his careless flirts and close calls with law enforcement manifests in the quick shifting of his blue eyes, his ability to listen for everything in a room full of dribble, his paranoid gait and his nervous palsy-- he says it's only because he's always looking for the next thing to do, but the only person who doesn't believe him is himself. more often than not, he's been known to wear the remnants of everyday's work, be it the soot from some penumbra club explosion that he just happened to get too close to or the stink of five day's unwashed work on his newest fragrance. what matters most is that he cleans up well, because no one sees him when he's not in the fucking mood.
h i s t o r y . MANY UNIVERSITY STUDENTS TEST VA+ AFTER TURBINIS CONTAMINATION OF SCHOOL MEDICAL FACILIITIES February 23, 2209 Several students have tested positive after several bags of transplant blood were contaminated with the Turbinis Virus. It is projected that the contamination is a result of actions taken by an as of yet unnamed terrorist group. The medical facility of Sector 01's University of Law and Order has since ceased all activity, seeking to eliminate the risk of infection. (see more, page 4)
SEXUAL TRANSMISSION OF TURBINIS ON THE RISE March 12, 2210 The number of citizens testing VA+ has steadily risen in the past year. In the contamination of the University bloodbank about a year ago, it was projected that 50 were infected, but only 40 were treated. It is imperative that all individuals exhibiting symptoms of Turbinis come forward to the AU so that the vaccine can be administered. (see more, page 2)
FOUR STUDENTS DIE IN SUICIDE PACT October 3, 2212. The bodies of four students from the University of Law and Order were found today in the school's atrium. Each student appears to have shot themselves with a revolver in the mouth. A note was found at the scene, delineating a motive for such a tragic event. Two of us were infected during the contamination at the bloodbank. The undersigned, Kylie Jenson The AU is pursuing the final name on the list, but has yet to find the fifth person involved in the pact. (more on page 3)
October 4, 2212 Young trendsetters and older adults are beginning to exhibit a shared interest in getting heavily intoxicated. General psychologist Charles Ripley states that it may be a way for people to cope with the rising tensions of our times-- between the risk of infection with a fatal disease, the terrorists amongst us, and the people that hate us who roam outside the safe walls of our city, even the most sober of gentlemen could probably use a shot or five. (see more, page 8)
TWO SUSPECTED TERRORISTS DIE OF NATURAL CAUSES AT THE SAME TIME December 20, 2213 Two men suspected of active involvement with dissenter group The Penumbra Club were found dead today of simultaneous heart attacks. Tristan St. Croix (48) and Egon Coffin (43) were the subject of government scrutiny and multiple arrests for their possible involvement with the antics of multiple terrorist organizations, but were never formally charged with membership. Tristan St. Croix is survived by one son and Egon Coffin retains no survivors. (see more, page 20)
PENNY DREADFUL DESTROYED BY BOMBING March 24, 2214 Designer perfume shop owned by Adrien St. Croix, the son of famous seditionist Tristan St. Croix, was destroyed by a bomb early this morning. St. Croix was recorded as saying he's not pressing charges, but he was also recorded as saying that the purple elephants have taken his piano keys hostage. It is suspected that Mr. St. Croix is suffering from a concussion and has no idea what he's talking about. (see more, page 5)
ARSON AND GRAFITTI ROCK THE CAPITOL BUILDING April 1, 2214 Today, the capitol building was discovered vandalized and mildly toasted. Some may consider this to be an April Fool's prank gone awry, but the Ministry of Interior Defense assures the populace that the prank will not be completed until the perpetrators are apprehended and awarded a prize for their zany efforts. The AU urges the instigators of this prank to come forward and surrender themselves: they promise good times will be had by all (see more, page 3)
January 1, 2217 TODAY, YOU WILL BE EXPOSED TO THE FUTURIST ARGUMENT OF F. T. MARINETTI WHICH HOLDS A SPECIAL SIGNIFICANCE IN THE CURRENT STATE OF AFFAIRS. WE AT THE SANCTIONED POST KNOW THAT IT'S BEEN A VERY LONG TIME SINCE ANYONE HAS HAD TO READ ANYTHING THAT WASN'T STRAIGHT FORWARD, BUT WE THINK YOU'LL DO JUST FINE, CITIZEN. ... Museums, cemeteries! Truly identical in their sinister juxtaposition of bodies that do not know each other. Public dormitories where you sleep side by side for ever with beings you hate or do not know. Reciprocal ferocity of the painters and sculptors who murder each other in the same museum with blows of line and color. To make a visit once a year, as one goes to see the graves of our dead once a year, that we could allow! We can even imagine placing flowers once a year at the feet of the Gioconda! But to take our sadness, our fragile courage and our anxiety to the museum every day, that we cannot admit! Do you want to poison yourselves? Do you want to rot? What can you find in an old picture except the painful contortions of the artist trying to break uncrossable barriers which obstruct the full expression of his dream? To admire an old picture is to pour our sensibility into a funeral urn instead of casting it forward with violent spurts of creation and action. Do you want to waste the best part of your strength in a useless admiration of the past, from which you will emerge exhausted, diminished, trampled on? Indeed daily visits to museums, libraries and academies (those cemeteries of wasted effort, calvaries of crucified dreams, registers of false starts!) is for artists what prolonged supervision by the parents is for intelligent young men, drunk with their own talent and ambition.
For the dying, for invalids and for prisoners it may be all right. It is, perhaps, some sort of balm for their wounds, the admirable past, at a moment when the future is denied them. But we will have none of it, we, the young, strong and living Futurists! Let the good incendiaries with charred fingers come! Here they are! Heap up the fire to the shelves of the libraries! Divert the canals to flood the cellars of the museums! Let the glorious canvases swim ashore! Take the picks and hammers! Undermine the foundation of venerable towns! The oldest among us are not yet thirty years old: we have therefore at least ten years to accomplish our task. When we are forty let younger and stronger men than we throw us in the waste paper basket like useless manuscripts! They will come against us from afar, leaping on the light cadence of their first poems, clutching the air with their predatory fingers and sniffing at the gates of the academies the good scent of our decaying spirits, already promised to the catacombs of the libraries. But we shall not be there. They will find us at last one winter's night in the depths of the country in a sad hangar echoing with the notes of the monotonous rain, crouched near our trembling aeroplanes, warming our hands at the wretched fire which our books of today will make when they flame gaily beneath the glittering flight of their pictures. They will crowd around us, panting with anguish and disappointment, and exasperated by our proud indefatigable courage, will hurl themselves forward to kill us, with all the more hatred as their hearts will be drunk with love and admiration for us. And strong healthy Injustice will shine radiantly from their eyes. For art can only be violence, cruelty, injustice. The oldest among us are not yet thirty, and yet we have already wasted treasures, treasures of strength, love, courage and keen will, hastily, deliriously, without thinking, with all our might, till we are out of breath.
Look at us! We are not out of breath, our hearts are not in the least tired. For they are nourished by fire, hatred and speed! Does this surprise you? it is because you do not even remember being alive! Standing on the world's summit, we launch once more our challenge to the stars! Your objections? All right! I know them! Of course! We know just what our beautiful false intelligence affirms: `We are only the sum and the prolongation of our ancestors,' it says. Perhaps! All right! What does it matter? But we will not listen! Take care not to repeat those infamous words! Instead, lift up your head! Standing on the world's summit we launch once again our insolent challenge to the stars!
SANCTIONED PRESS HIJACKED BY TERRORISTS January 2, 2217 The Sanctioned Press would like to apologize for yesterday's front page, and the AU Ministry of Interior Defense urges everyone to forget everything they read, saw, heard, or thought. The Ministry is making every effort to eradicate yesterday's existence from the memory of the people. Perpetrators have been caught and are being tortured extensively, and anyone who thinks about the material included in yesterday's seditionist volume will be arrested with immediacy. Please continue with your everyday lives.
I expect to die in a car fire far before my time.
s t r e n g t h s . w e a k n e s s e s [+] Sarcastic smartass [-] Has a distinct inability to keep his mouth shut [-]
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