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[tablewithoutpity]

Greetings to all Hadriel denizens, and a welcome to those of you who have only recently arrived. My name is Dr. Hannibal Lecter. My colleague Dr. Lee Rosen and I are both psychiatrists, and would like to extend our services to all of you.

Perhaps you have never experienced therapy before. There are many misconceptions when it comes to psychiatry. You may think that only those who are not mentally sound seek therapy. Nothing could be further from the truth. Sometimes the healthiest thing is to seek the assistance of a professional when desiring to understand how both the past and the present are affecting you, and what sorts of behaviors you may alter to ensure for yourself the best future. This is important even in the most mundane of situations, yet ours is far from mundane. The gods play with our emotions. Sometimes we are left to wonder if what we felt was real, or merely an illusion. Either way, the pain is real. And we can help you. Recently the gods allowed us to speak to each other anonymously over the network. The outpouring of raw feeling, of fear and worry and sorrow, was striking. There was some solace in speaking to our fellow citizens. Perhaps even more may be found in utilizing the training and talent of Dr. Rosen and myself.

We would like to hold open office hours at the clinic, if those who run the facility are amenable. In the meantime, you may contact either of us for an appointment. Please feel free to ask any questions you may have.

Video - Patron Gods Event

[survivethis]

[Video broadcast begins with Jill mad as hell! She's had enough and she's not gonna take it anymore!]

That's it! I've had enough of the gods playing with us. We're not toys for them to wind us up and watch us go once a month for their amusement.

And I know I'm not the only one pissed off about all this.

Maybe the gods are too cowardly to do nothing else but show their faces on the network, so let's take it to their doorsteps.

( The second person in this broadcast is unfamiliar but to the few who've run into her for her first few days here. Really, Dylan hasn't got the experiences or history to talk about the gods in the same way, but they did drag her away from something important to… serve as food? What the hell?

But, more importantly, this friendship bracelet? Has her determined to win whatever the heck sort of contest this is. Which is why she's with Jill, outside one of the temples and stood next to a bunch of supplies - toilet paper, random scavenged foods, paint, rubble - with a bucket of paint in her hand. )

We're taking back our control.

( By splashing paint all over the temple? Kay, Dylan. Okay. )

You better not be too scared to join us.

[ooc: You will find similar supplies at every temple for you to let your rage loose at the gods! Logs can appear here or in the designated log community. When replying to the network post here, you can tag Dylan, or Jill, or both!]

issue #2 | text

[survivorsguilt]

so, uh. question for anyone who's reading, i guess. these little picture things that that are in our phones


most of them make total sense to me! the cats are even pretty cute. but can someone please please please explain this


what the fuck am i meant to do with a picture of a can of salt

[Go easy on her, memers of Hadriel.]