August 26th, 2106.
We are rebuilding. Things are moving slowly.
What do those madmen want? They don't seem to want our money, or our possessions, or our love. They just seem to want power, power, power. Absolute control. They don't want to be questioned.
Already I have seen two men beaten in the street for protesting. Why protest? They have done nothing yet on the surface. Mayor Luthor has helped to rebuild the city, even if everything is created in his own image.
I suppose there was that killing of the police chief. But, I mean, that was never really tied to Luthor. I mean, for all we know, that was coincidence. They found him dead, talking on his cell phone. Cell phones kill lots of people, right? Cancer, car accidents. It could've been anything.
Even if he was found in a rowboat on Poggopolis pond...
It isn't good for me to worry about these things. The city is alive again! That's all that matters. Always action in Poggopolis! Even at night, it's like everything's lit up brighter than day.
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Where is that smoke from?