Gotterdammerung

[Wilhelm wasn't initially aware there was anything off about the day until he noticed that his mattress had been covered in blood. That was the first sign he needed to show him that he'd be droned, as he could imagine what had happened. The second was seeing the days marked off on his calendar.

So he had been droned. How odd. He couldn't say he particularly remembered the experience, unfortunately. But he supposed he'd make up for lost time. You can find Wilhelm in the following situations.]

A. Wilhelm will just be walking around town at the moment, deciding to take an "off" day from work. He'd rather like to actually see the town. It's something he's somewhat neglected to do.
B. At the grocery store. Yet again, he seems to be trying to purchase something to make yet another attempt at cooking.
C. [Phone - Filtered from all the drones/Grady/The Mayor/ect.]

Quite an interesting piece of literature we've been given recently, isn't it? And, like all interesting - not great, but interesting - pieces of literature, it elicits discussion.

I'm curious as to what your theories are about the Neurological Emulation Construction. Specifically, I'm curious if anyone else believes it isn't believes it isn't referring to the town itself?

Death.

For how often we deal with it, I wonder how many truly understand it. I do not mean that as a statement of condescension, not for all of you, at least. But this town presents a rather tactless, if not incorrect, view and form of it.

For one, death is not a punishment. Death is merely another link in the cycle of creation, and attempts to use it or view it as a form of punishment are exceedingly faulty. And are, in fact, laughable. All things, in the end, die.

Secondly, death is not to be feared. When I say that, I do not mean caution should not be taken against dangerous situations. Nor do I mean there shouldn't be anxiety, or even some fear, when death is near. But to be overwhelmed by terror at the thought of it is to give in to an inexcusable tactic. Again, we all die. It is something we must come to accept.Which leads to the final point.

Death is not an ending. No one ever truly dies. Not just here, where they force us into the chains of mortal flesh again and again, but anywhere. Mankind is beyond merely a body. And there is more that waits after the body is shed.

Our captors demonstrate, in their use of violence and the way they view death and rebirth, that they're fools. Petty. Idiotic children babbling and threatening a concept they have no real understanding on.

Do not let yourselves be intimidate by them, or fear them. They are hardly deserving of fear. And you people are more fearsome then they are. Your wills shine so brightly.

Don't be broken by them.

[And the call ends. Wilhelm will now be looking around his house for Jr, Nall, and chaos (though he's already spoken with him once since respawning).]

It has come to my attention that there is some force currently at work that appears to be able to assert influence over some of our residents here. Specifically, it seems to instill a far greater tendency towards aggression then usual. Considering I have only been here a month, aside from the post office I have only heard of some of the "games" this town appears to play on its inhabitants.

I'm wondering, does anyone believe this might be another action initiated by the town? Has their been a precedent of the town manipulating emotions before, or of it only affecting a select few rather then all present? Has anyone else noticed this increase in aggression, or have I, perhaps, given in to man's tendency to....over-think, I believe, is the statement.

It can't be one of our own doing this, of course. I'd be surprised if anyone had that much power here. And if they did, I would be surprised if they were honestly foolish enough to inflict it upon people with no rhyme or reason.

Certainly none of us here are that foolish, are we?

[Later on, you can also find Wilhelm at the library. While it's technically his job, he appears to be perusing the books in an attempt to find something useful he may have overlooked, though he clearly finds this a hopeless endeavor. So maybe he's just slacking off.

Feel free to bother him regardless.]

[There's simply dead air for a moment as the phone comes off it's hook before the man begins talking. It's a slow, cold tone, although it seems to have a rhythm and beauty to it instead of being monotonous.]

Wife. Would you come in here for a moment?

[There's the small patter of footsteps as Wilhelm's drone wife enters the kitchen.]

Yes dear, what can I do for you?

Did you finish cleaning the front room as asked?

Certainly dear.

And the bedrooms? You've finished those as well?

I finished it up both of the times you asked, sweety.

Good.

[His voice takes on a more amused tone.]

Now sit.

[There's the sound of a chair screeching out on the floor as she sits down.]

Is there anything I could-

[There's a crashing sound as several plates hit the ground, shattering on the kitchen tiles.]

*a small gasp* Oh my goodness! Are you alright dear? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have stacked the clean dishes so close to the-

Clean it up. [No malice, simply interest, or a tone someone would take talking to a pet.]

Of course dear! Let me just go get the broom and dustpan.

[There's the small footsteps of the wife as she leaves the room. He goes back and picks up the phone.]

They're fascinatingly will-less creatures, aren't they? They rather remind me of something back home. Tell me, how do you view these "drones"? Do you still count them as human?