Rorschach's journal, September 15th 2014
Skeever carcass in alley this morning, wagon tread on burst stomach. This zone's afraid of me. I've seen it's true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of tears. And when the drains finally scab over, all the whiners will drown. The accumulated filth of all their Bat Swarms and Impulse trains will foam up about their waists and all the Vampires and Nightblades will look up and shout "Give us back our sneak speed!"... and I'll look down and whisper "No."