from Scenes from the Atlanta Forest
Last night a fire was lit in a janitorial closet in a building within the West-side Complex of Shadowbox (BlackHall) Studios. The fire caught onto the support beams and became an inferno.
To us, Shadowbox is a hostile occupation of the Weelaunee-Anarchic-Zone. May this be a warning to them, a small taste of what’s to come if they attempt to expand South of the river.
We don’t like movies. We don’t like screens. We are in the real world: Unseen to the Hypno-Dystopic Civilization around us, Somewhere among shadow and tree;
We move by night.
We watch the enemy.
We plan our strikes.