Industrialists Mobilise To Save The Country


Ladies and Gentlemen,

Firstly let me take the opportunity on behalf of myself and RM to thank all of you thus far your steadfastness, your creativity and your tenacity. You are all truly inspiring.

Following the Government’s radical reaction to the nationwide rioting we have come to the decision to shuffle the Division’s objectives accordingly:

As Mr Stevenson’s representation in town, RM and EM are to receive Curfew Waivers. Henceforth RM and EM shall endeavour to remain as mobile as possible throughout the inner boroughs. They shall act as courier, envoy and scout post sunset.

Do not see this as an opportunity to take liberties or you may find yourself stripped of your commission.

You have been warned.

Clock-assigned Mayhems are to refocus their energies on the application of air filtration and/or conversion at both domestic and industrial levels. As ever, any patents filed must be under the CBS umbrella.

Fog development continues as a priority. KM (Whitechapel) and EM to act as sole points of contact Those involved in revenue generation are to continue as appropriate and explore alternative streams of income.

N-recruitment and maintenance to move into Phase 2. Proxies to proceed with caution.

There will be a general briefing in HQ tomorrow morning 9am. If it pleases you, consider today a holiday.

Keep your heads down, Ladies and Gentlemen:

Èisd ri gaoth nam beann gus an traogh na h-uisgeachan.



Scientists and Industrialists In Talks To Clear The Air


Government Scientists have held a series of emergency meetings with British Industrialists, in a bid to solve the current pollution problem.

It is hoped that a solution will be found to help 'clear the air' of the yellow fog that has now spread across the whole country. Industrialists have pledged to use the special dispensation granted to travel during the curfew to test alternative fuels and find ways of cutting pollution levels. 

A spokesman for the Department for the Advancement of Sciences claimed that a consortium made up of the best minds in the field were working on a device to tackle the problem, but when asked how close they were to finding a solution, he admitted that they were still "far off" from conducting any tests.

The news comes a day after the government imposed a dusk till dawn curfew, to stem the outbreak of lawlessness across the country.

Latest reports claim that one hundred and fifty people were arrested last night for breaking the curfew, with thousands more cautioned.

The police now claim that there are certain parts of  London's East End now deemed to be 'No-Go' areas in the control of criminal gangs, and they haven't got the resources to tackle the problem.

Don't forget the curfew runs from 6pm - 8am.


Govt Imposes Night Curfew


The government has announced a nationwide curfew starting tonight from 6pm to 8am. The news comes after the police lost authority and control of almost every city, with the latest outbreak of mayhem extending to attacks on docked airships around the country. 

In north, south, east and west, thousands of police officers dedicated to regaining control of the streets struggled to do so and faced attacks from the public. 

Her Majesty's government has rushed through parliament new legislation allowing the police to arrest anyone caught flouting the new order.

Members of the public are advised to stay at home, and not to answer the door to anyone during the curfew.

There are bound to be critics of this announcement, esecially as special dispensation is being extended to cover industrialists, as well as the emergency services that assist the police.

With the fog now turning Britain into a 'No-Go' zone, many wonder how long till the whole country finally grinds to a halt. It is also unclear if there are enough officers to mount a visible presence on every street, which calls into question the effectiveness of this new development.

The government is to hold a crisis meeting tomorrow to discuss how to rid the nation of the fog, which seems to be the main catalyst for the current lawlessness.

How will the curfew affect you?  


A Word of Caution to the Peoples of London


To the Citizenry of London,

        Laborers, industrialists, aesthetics, royalists, theologists; you need not look far to see that the struggle between these differing worldviews has disturbed many lives. Indeed, the distrust between us still simmers, even as a demon-fog threatens to choke us all to death. Therefore, my friends, I ask you: would it not be perfection if, in our hour of struggle, we cast aside all of this inane debate? Wouldn't everyone prosper if one faction took the helm and pushed our society forward?  Would you not weep tears of joy if one man unified the nation and led us out of our endless winter? I argue, in all honesty, that you shouldn't.

         In truth, my friends, ideological battle is what sustains and safeguards England. Our different classes, different ideals, different theories, and different worlds ensure that nothing can destroy us! Do you remember the potato famine of Ireland?

If a Kingdom relies entirely upon a single crop, a blight that infests that crop will force the Kingdom to its knees. It is no different with people. Whenever the diseased thoughts of a madman infect a class of people who hold absolute power over an empire, that empire suffers and eventually collapses. Such was the case with Rome, such will be the case with England. That is, unless we stop it now.

          Fellows, listen closely: power-hungry men from each group will come to you. They will tell you that their enemies are keeping England engulfed in fog. They will demand you help free England from its current, tragic imprisonment by stabbing your brother in the back. Should you listen, should you give in, you are tying the noose by which our Queen and country will hang.

God Save the Queen,

Charles Vendelli 


"Greatest City in The World On Its Knees"

Oi Up Broms,

I've just gotten the letter you've sent in response to mine. Glad to hear that you and the boys are still breathin'. My beloved Annie's well also, thanks for askin', though her mum's beginnin' to show a sign or two of not bein' able to fight the fog much longer. Annie's a nurse, as you know, though, so she's got the best chance of anyone with me sweetheart lookin' after 'er.

Now onto graver matters, bruv. Just after I sent you that first letter, the boys and I got word of a nasty attack on an airship. Desperate men takin' to desperate raidin' in the hopes of findin' some sort of spoils that'll keep 'em alive. Me personally, I thinks a lot of them are in it for the excitement, a bit of a thrill to make life worth livin'. I'd also wager a few are in it just to have something to do. Anyways, as you'd guess, it's not quite the number of ships runnin' today as it was back in the days when the sun was to be seen. What ships do take to flyin' got a good chance of bein' raided.

Lots of bad things happenin' to lots of innocent people, and it turns me stomach to see what was once the greatest city in the world, populated by the greatest of peoples, bein' brought down to this.

It turns me stomach even more, however, to see what it's made of me. The handful of us that's still got any heart and wits about us have been gettin' steady work repairin' the ships that's salvagable after the attacks. Union boys, profiting at the expense of the innocent, just like our Industrialist overlords.

My personal demons aside, this nasty attack I've just told you about seems to 'ave been particularly brutal, and I hear had some pretty high name people on it. Suppose you'd have to be a higher-up to be flyin' these days though. Most of us ain't got money to be takin' to the skies. Which begs the question, what are those that 'ave got the money doin' comin' into the Capitol? If you 'ave the pounds the spare, the smart way of spendin' 'em would be on gettin' out, not on comin' in. Like I said last time, bruv, something's on, it's big, and I ain't got any specifics for ya just yet, but I've got some ideas. Strange things been happenin' in the old East End, and our situation's gettin' worse.

Some of our boys have been lost to the air. Been mostly the older gents, a lifetime full o' 'ard work left 'em without enough to fight lungfuls of acid. But some of the younger boys have taken to wheezin' now as well. I don't know if the air's gettin' worse, or if the debauchery they've been tryin' to pass off as day to day livin' has weakened them. Whatever it is, there's still a lot of us not showin' any signs of failin' health, and thank God for that.

But we're losin' the lads to animalism mate. Just the other day, not long after the nasty airship raid, we was 'avin' a meet-up in the backroom of the old Boots and Hammer. When I say we, I means that core group of us that's still good men just tryin' to get back to what was once a good life.

Or at least we thought we was all good.

Johnny boy was out back, most of us thought 'avin' a smoke, bein' as a lot of the boys are still daft enough to be mixin' tobacco smoke with the acid in the air. Then old Harris goes over the back door and calls out to Johnny that he's wanted inside for the meetup when he's done with 'er.

Mate I haven't jumped up and dashed so quickly since we was lads havin' punchups to get the lasses to kiss us. Me heart was poundin' and me blood boilin' with the questions of who is she, and what's Johnny doin' with 'er to get done with? My worst fears were confirmed mate; outside, we found Johnny knifed up pretty good, and no trace of anyone else.

As you can guess mate, this has caused a bit of a hullabaloo in our ranks. Some o' the boys we thought was still good has now taken to attackin' lasses. And them's that ain't doin' it, know about it, and are playin' right along.

With the old boys dyin' off from yellow air, and the young ones losin' all trace of humanity, our little core group is all we've got left in the old neighborhood. We know where the other Union boys are meetin' up though, and we're reachin' out to them now to establish a unity through this madness. We plan to elect a new leadership, and do a bit of self-policin', and we hopes to spend the money we've got between us a bit more usefully.

Also, Annie and me 'ave been talkin', and me to some of the boys whose girls are nurses as well. In the old tunnels and cellars beneath our parts, we're lookin' at settin' up a few makeshift hospice centers. God willing the air underground ain't nearly as polluted, and with not much else to do, keepin' our countrymen and our class alive seems the best way to spend the time.

But right now, we're in a bit of a shambles. And worse, those strange faces I was tellin' ya of before, ain't just strange faces now. They're strange faces with knives, that show up as most of the money in Britain starts flying back into a Capitol that no one with any common sense would want to be anywhere near.

The big money's here, brother, and they wouldn't be here unless they thought they had a way to make their money bigger. I don't think they've quite figured it out yet, maybe they've just got a hunch. Knowin' them, if they had a sure thing, it'd already be in motion. But whatever it is, when they figure it out, they'll need their workers back. Trouble is mate, the shape we're in right now, the working class of London has nearly been completely broken. Most'd work for pittance just to have work to go to and somethin' shiny in their pockets.

The inter-Union meetups'll be startin' soon bruv, and you and your lot'll be hearin' from us. For the good of every man makes his livin' with his hands, we'd better get this ship righted sharpish.

Keep your hair short and your boots shinin' mate.

To Better Years and More Beers,

Haytham Ashdown