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Post by hobbsy on May 27, 2023 23:10:45 GMT -5
Throughout the majority of Haven, from its population centres to outpost and even places of little importance, there is an unusual pattern immerging.
Random assortments of paper have been appearing in places where they are visible to all who may pass by. Pinned to bulletin boards, tapped to lamposts and cross road sights, even stuck to monuments and statues. These papers usually have written on them songs, poetry or even messages that may apply to one or more people of even factions. These 'messages' have come to be collectively refered to as 'Whispers of Haven'.
Usually these messages wouldn't achieve much notoriety, but what makes them stand out is that no matter where one is on Haven, they can find the same message in multiple places. The substance of the messages also seem to hold some kind of prophetic nature to them too. Whether important insight or "Silly ramblings of a writer who can't get people to pay for his pathetic attempt at art.", a new message seems to pop up in these places around the same consistently, inconsistent time.
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Post by hobbsy on May 27, 2023 23:16:15 GMT -5
This months flavor of whisper seems to come in the form of a poem as follows:
'Three dead men sit on a hill,
Watching the men who earned the kill,
They knew the drill, they payed the bill,
What could they say? It was their will.'
In some places, people would crudely adjust the last line to say 'it was HIS will.'. Either way, some would interpret this as a warning and, at least for some time, any trios would avoid hills of any shape or form...
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Post by hobbsy on Jun 6, 2023 1:58:28 GMT -5
A new 'whisper' has been appearing, mainly in areas held by the forces of chaos. Though this has no been a rule for, the same stained parchment has appeared in the usual places in other occupied territories too. Though this version, a twisted marching song, seems to be removed or redacted. Though although some may try to suppress it, it isn't long before it reappears:
'Endless, endless, endless,
We're marching forward onto death.
Endless, endless endless,
To live is an act of utmost theif.
Endless, endless, endless,
Suffering, mud and sorrow too.
Endless, endless, endless,
If we must die then so must you!
ENDLESS, ENDLESS, ENDLESS!
No one will escape this fate!
ENDLESS, ENDLESS, ENDLESS!
All will drown in blood and hate!
ENDLESS, ENDLESS, ENDLESS!
Death will reap it's harvest!
ENDLESS, ENDLESS, ENDLESS!
We all submit to the abyss!
We all submit to the abyss...'
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Post by hobbsy on Jul 28, 2023 5:29:01 GMT -5
Another whisper appears in the the usual spots, but could go unoticed. For this one comes in the form of a rather short song or poem. Some have tried to add a sort of marching tune to accompany it, though only one thing persists in such attempts. No one can decide on what the tune should actually be:
'The ones on top, they get the glory, but do they know the cost?
For us who are at the bottom here, the third ones in the chain.
The second sons, they reach up high, they try to be the best.
But do they try as hard as us, at the bottom of the chain?
For us down here, to be quiet frank, it isn't worth the the risk.
But we all have something we're fighting for, at the bottom of the chain.'
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Post by hobbsy on Aug 16, 2023 21:09:50 GMT -5
This whisper, when it began to appear, drew a lot of attention in a somewhat different manner than usual. For this song of sorts was heavy suppressed, even in the territories held by the followers of the dark gods. Many commanders feared that it words would cause revolts or riot by those who allowed themselves to be swayed. A situation which could prove to have significant consequences in such a time of war.
Yet as always, the whispers would simply turn up in new places and those fortunate enough to find it before the governing authority would find it to read as so:
'Mother anarchy is my mother,
Mother anarchy is my guide,
Those against us will be smothered,
You'd be wise to join our side,
Mother anarchy is with us!
Mother anarchy gives us identity,
Mother anarchy gives us chem,
Will wait for the vile enemy,
With lead we will destroy them,
Mother anarchy is with us!
Mother anarchy loves her sons,
Mother anarchy is not for sale,
We'll wait with our guns,
they will not prevail,
Mother anarchy is with us!
Mother anarchy is with us!'
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Post by hobbsy on Dec 21, 2023 9:45:14 GMT -5
It had been a few months since the last whisper had appeared. Commissars had toasted to a vanquish enemy, while agitators boast of being the sole voice of forbidden knowledge and the Tau authorities on propaganda joyed the peace of not having another publisher more popular than themselves.
And yet one night, as if to mimic a gentle snowfall, leaflets descended to the streets of the cities with a simple, yet confusing message:
'To all my loyalist and loyal-less readers. I don't really have much to write on. But since it's the season of giving, I guess I'd give you all this.'
Something something, I want to make love with the sea,
Something something, but you mean much more to me.'
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Post by hobbsy on Aug 20, 2024 1:10:55 GMT -5
With large quantities of equipment and supplies being thrown into the constant mess which is logistics, it not unusual for items to be 'misplaced'. Whether they reappear in the hands of new owners or all together disappear, it's almost tradition throughout the imperium (and other factions) for units to lose some necessary items and have to steal it off some other unsuspecting victim.
Though currently on Haven, throughout the planet, a trend seems to be developing. Items are disappearing more than usual and in a more blatant manner. The only sign remaining being the same message chalked up where the missing items once were:
'I'm a scrounger, I'm a scab, I'm a wretched hoarder too.
I've got enough to make my own Q store.
I've got packs, a bag of clips and few other bits and some stuff that's barely legal too!'
It doesn't matter whether it's the imperials, Cultist or the tau. No one is safe. These thefts have started developing into an serious issue as large and large items seem to be going missing. The messages are usually signed off with a single letter, but no faction has been able to make sense as there seem to be no pattern to the letters.
The Imperial Commissary believe they have a lead after arresting a rattling whistling a tune which fitted the message's flow. The mutant's court marshal and execution is pending at this time...
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