‘Slumhouse Blues’ (HJU62/1SMQ0/Z12C9)

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**This work contains CWs for:** the exploitation of homeless people.

‘Slumhouse Blues’ (HJU62/1SMQ0/Z12C9) by [[*user xexnoncores]] and [[*user thanthedemoness]]
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||||~ HJU62/1SMQ0/Z12C9||||
||~ Status || Selling Paused[[footnote]]Until UIU activity decreases.[[/footnote]]||
||~ Demand || Very High ||
||~ Value || 4050USD/3000GBP per copy||
||~ Availability || Established Supply Chain ||
||~ Estimated Supply Exhaustion || Limited Run[[footnote]]First runs limited to 10,000 copies each, for a total of 20,000 across both films.[[/footnote]]||
||~ External Partner(s) || Glass Veil Pictures Inc. ||
||~ Revenue Split || 85% in favor, 15% to external partner(s) ||
||~ Identifier|| Slumhouse Blues ||
||~ Description || A pair of indie films featuring the real-life experiences of various individuals in Three Portlands. These films are claimed by their filmmakers to defy genre, but can roughly be slotted into an “exploitation” type of cinema.||

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||||~ Initial Writeup||||
||~ Penned by: || [https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/high-interest-ledger Lorenzo John Violanti Jr.] ||
||~ Date || June 6, 2000 ||
||~ Interest|| High ||
||~ Identifier|| Slumhouse Blues||
|||| The Three Portlands isn’t particularly my favorite place to live. The dome sky may be novel, but the slums remind me too much of the bowels of Chicago and London, absolutely filthy cities. Oh, Vienna, how I miss you! _
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That being said, there is a demand for entertainment and education about this place. The nouveau riche class of the city can no longer look away from the homeless Sidhe and half-cyborgs lounging about on their sidewalks, so there is a lot of discussion about what to do with them. Whether to employ encampment sweeps or fund the struggling charities is a heated debate the company isn’t particularly concerned about getting into, despite how much we fund city politics. _
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But recently, we had some people reach out to us for funding on the subject. A couple of film nuts running some company, insistent that what they can do will change the world. Now, I’m not a believer in the power of a camera, but movies are a different deal entirely. They’re flashy, they get people to sit up, they tell //real// stories. I anticipate that we’ll be making bank with this collection, especially given the popularity of DVDs. How’s that for every cloud having a silver lining? ||
||~ File Opened Under:|||| HJU62/1SMQ0/Z12C9 ||
||||~ Marshall, Carter & Dark Ltd.||

The following are excerpts from “Don't Look Away” and “The Devils Of Three Portlands”. 

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**SYNOPSIS:** A film you can't turn away from, a film you can't forget. //Don't Look Away// shows the ugliest sides of Three Portlands: The broken homes and communities, the destitute forcing themselves to make it another day at the time, and those outcasts tossed to the wind from actions outside their control. Don't look away from them for a second.
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//Begin scene. A pale blonde man with a red cap is visible; he is identified as Evan Feldsman by bright white text besides him.//

**Evan:** Hey! Hey, you, lady! 

//The camera zooms in on someone’s face. Her name is displayed as Evelyn in white letters above her head. Her pale skin mixes with dark-grey metal where the right side of her cheek should be; the bent nails sticking out of the cybernetics showing its rush job nature. Evelyn groans in pain as screws rattle around the underside of her jaw.//

**Evelyn:** Yeah? What…What do you want?

//She barely moves her head, her remaining eye trying its best to stare directly at the camera. In turn, the camera zooms in closer, focusing on the dark blue patch on the bridge of her nose, an infection that had spread slowly over the past few days.// 

**Evan:** You look rough for wear.

**Evelyn:** Great observation, genius. You going to stare at me all day?

**Evan:** Nah, I just have something for you.

**Evelyn:** Wha— Oh my god—

//The camera zooms in on Evelyn’s hands clutching a one hundred dollar bill. Her fingers are covered with the same blue patches as her face. These peel and bleed into red, likely from persistent scratching over days, if not weeks.//

**Evelyn:** For me?

**Evan:** Look more lively, lady. 

//Evelyn stands up, shaking.//

**Evan:** No hugs.

**Eveyln:** How am I supposed to thank you?

**Evan:** With that great big smile of yours! That’s what I wanna see, yeah!

//The camera zooms in on Evelyn’s face. She notices it, staring blankly for a few moments before smiling nervously.//

**Evelyn:** Th-Thank you! Thank you very much kind stranger!

//Evan smiles and does not shake her hand as she extends it out to him, smiling instead at the camera and waving as the screen cuts to black.//

//The camera zooms out, showing Evelyn still slumped against the same wall she'd sat down at an hour ago, the recently bought bottle of wine barely in her grasp, the last drops of the drink slowly spilling to the floor.//

//Evan pokes his head out, but quickly dives back away from the camera.//

**Evelyn:** What do //you// want?

//She drinks from her bottle again and sets it down gingerly. No one says anything, but the camera zooms in on her again. It pans up her up and down slowly, as her face burns red. There is steam billowing out of her face.//

**Evelyn:** Scram, brat. Don’t look at me.

//The camera focuses back in on her face, zooming in to a close up of her lips and the iron piercings sticking out of her septum.//

**Evan:** How’d you get like this?

**Evelyn:** None of your business. I…Don’t look at me.

//She hiccups and waves Evan off. Several pieces of metal fall out of her face, bloodied and looking like teeth. She groans and smashes them into the sidewalk.//

**Evan:** Don’t you need those?

**Evelyn:** Don’t you need to shut up? I didn’t ask for a smartass to…interrogate me. 

**Evan:** We gave you that money for food.

**Evelyn:** Well //too bad,// huh?! You try…You try going in a restaurant lookin’ like me…

//Evan backs up as the camera again pans over Evelyn’s body, focusing this time on her ripped jeans, patchy shirt, and torn shoes.//

**Evelyn:** What the fuck, fuck off with the cameras.

**Evan:** We’re just filming the city.

**Evelyn:** Well film some damn place else! Film some chick who is worth a damn, goddam you…!

**Evan:** Zoom in on her face again.

**Evelyn:** What the fuck—!

//The camera does as he says, with Evelyn’s face steaming the longer it lingers. Soon, she is shaking, crying from her one human eye as the other side tremors and sparks from a wire sticking out.//

**Evelyn:** Go f-fuck with someone else! I said fuck off!

//The camera stares at Evelyn for a good five more seconds before she hurls onto the sidewalk and the scene cuts.//
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**SYNOPSIS:** From the parties nearing the sky to the rotting sewage at its bottom, Three Portlands is filled with monsters and vices. These vices infect the heart and souls of its citizens, each one forced to do unspeakable acts. From the suits and ties to the rags and torn clothes, nobody is safe from the devilish sickness infecting the city. 
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//Begin scene: A demon, face blurred but bright red through the pixelation, looks at the camera. Clutched in his hand are two hundred dollar bills, which he goes to look at before returning his gaze to the camera. He sighs.//

**???:** Twenty minutes. That's all. 

//He walks towards a nearby wall with graffiti of all shapes, sizes, and colors plastered against it. A poster tacked onto an illustrated face calls for the death of the City Council. The camera zooms into it before turning back to the demon.//

**???:** No funny business, hear me?

//He knocks on the wall three times, and the sound of stone grinding against stone can be heard as a hole in the wall slides open. Figures can be seen from the opening, shrinking away as they see the camera and crew behind it.//

**???:** Get in, get out, don't fuck with anything. Or anyone.

//The camera lurches forwards, turning to get a last look at the demon before it makes its way through the hole. The face censor breaks for a single frame, showing the man's face to be a scarred mess, with twin horns sticking out the top of his head. The name 'Francis Dubois: Eden Towers Security' can be seen in the same frame.//

//The camera twists back to the entrance. The doorway slides closed white lights from above glimmer like broken lamps. Tents and shelter made of whatever can be found and supported by canopies are crammed together against this backdrop barely a gap between any of them. Movement can be heard, but nobody can be seen.//

**Crew Member:** You sure about this, Evan? I mean, we don't got anything to defend ourselves with if these people...

//The camera turns towards the voice, a man and a woman entering the frame. The man is wearing a black cap with the word 'director' printed onto it. His face is turned towards the woman's, a smile almost hidden from the view of the lens. He glances towards the camera before looking back at woman.//

**Evan:** They're harmless, Maddy.  Besides, somebody’s gotta stand up for these people. 

//Without looking back at the camera, he snaps his fingers. The view keeps moving forwards, the lens capturing every domicile they come across, zooming in on the rare glimpses of people through shadows in tents or bare windows and gaps in the makeshift homes. The place is bizarre, and warped, like reality is bending in on itself in the corner of the camera’s view.//

//A woman sits against the side of a tent, a hole ripped next to her and the zipper missing. Her left side is pale, and sweat is running down her face. Her right side is metallic stiff. Across her face are swaths of dark blue, and her lips are filled with wires. Bold white text identifies her as a Sidhe named Evelyn.//

**Evan:** Evelyn! Hey, Evelyn!

//She takes a single look at the camera and goes to move away, but fails to stand up, and begins to moan in pain.//

**Evelyn:** Fuck...fuck off. I don't consent to being filmed. Stop.

//The camera zooms in. Tears start to well in her remaining eye.//

**Evan:** We just want to help you. Can you tell us what exactly this place is?

//A microphone sneaks into frame for a moment before moving out. Evelyn winces before shaking her head. Evan throws a sandwich her way.//

**Evelyn:** This is a hideaway, idiots. You shouldn't be here. It's the only safe place for us, hiding below the folks people actually care about. 

//She whines in pain again, picking up the sandwich with her left arm. She takes a look at it before throwing it at the camera, ketchup splattering on the lens. The sound of Evan sighing can be heard, and the crew starts walking off.//

//The camera turns back to Evelyn as they leave. She's picking up the pieces of the sandwich that landed near her.//

//The crew and camera keep moving forward, and the end of the room is now in sight, it's mostly clean grey walls a stark contrast to the graffitied mess of the parking lot outside. The only things written on the wall are a selection of names carved into the concrete and stone, dead flowers rotting underneath the names.//

**Evan:** Nothing good here, turn the camera off and let's g-

//The sounds of a woman screaming in pain are barely picked up nearby, and the camera turns towards its source: a large lone tent packed away in the corner of the room, two shadows visible through the fabric. The crew starts rushing towards the structure, slowing to a crawl as they near the tent. The man behind the camera reaches towards the flap of the tent, pulling it open.//

//On a table in the tent sits a woman, more machine than person. A man is kneeling in front of her, two hands on her left leg, the cybernetic limb barely hanging on by the thinnest of wires, and sparks flying out of a hole in the side of it every few seconds. The black paint has been torn at and scratched in multiple places. Behind him is a box labeled donations, a cybernetic arm not belonging to the woman sticking out of it.//

**???:** Easy, Elizabeth. Just calm yourself. Remember, it's just false signals, you're not actually being hurt.

**Elizabeth:** Sorry. Sorry. 

**???:** Just breathe, remember why we're doing this. We need the money.

**Elizabeth:** I know. I'm sorry.

//Evan's laugh is barely picked up. As the final pieces of the leg are removed from the woman's body, the camera is suddenly pulled away from the scene, and pixels fill the screen as the man from the entrance pulls the camera away from the tent.//

**Francis:** Time's up, get the hell out of here.

//Evan pulls Francis away from the camera, gently shoving him away as he stands with his back turned to the camera.//

**Evan:** What the hell is going on in there?

**Francis:** None of your business! What are you smiling for?

//Evan says nothing, and motions for the cameraman to keep filming the inside of the tent. Before he can, Francis storms over and grabs the camera.//

**Francis:** I said it's time to g-

//The scene ends.//
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**INTERNAL MEMO No. 22315**

**ATTACHMENT CODE:** HJU62/1SMQ0/Z12C9-01

**DATE:** 07/07/2000

**TO:** LUCAS A. MONACO

**PENNED BY:** LORENZO J. VIOLANTI JR.

Lucas, was told to direct this to you. Our head of Acquisitions is out on vacation for two weeks. Glass Veil Productions Inc. just sent a “representative” with a tape in hand, demanding to see us. She’s shaking like a leaf, clearly hasn’t showered for several days, and her makeup makes her look like a sullen dog—but she says their newest project is going to sell like hotcakes. Wants us to fund it in full. What do you want to do? (She’s still in the lobby waiting on an answer from us.)

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**INTERNAL MEMO No. 22316**

**ATTACHMENT CODE:** HJU62/1SMQ0/Z12C9-02

**DATE:** 07/07/2000

**TO:** LORENZO J. VIOLANTI JR.

**PENNED BY:** LUCAS A. MONACO

Under normal circumstances, I’d tell you to have the security wards to force her out. Especially because she is stinking up the entire place. But this collection has sold approximately 9,763 copies across both films so far, which is quite well above projections for a six month-run. So send the tape to my office and I’ll take a look at it. I’ll pass it onto the senior Marshall if it’s worth anything. Make sure nobody sees her, by the way.

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**INTERNAL MEMO No. 22317**
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**ATTACHMENT CODE:** HJU62/1SMQ0/Z12C9-03

**DATE:** 07/07/2000

**TO:** LUCAS A. MONACO

**PENNED BY:** LORENZO J. VIOLANTI JR.

Can I watch it with you actually? Assuming it’s not on your desk by the time you read this. I love these guys and their extremely amateurish flair. (Shocking, I know.) Reminds me of the grungy noir films I watched with my grandpa when I was a kid.
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**INTERNAL MEMO No. 22318**

**ATTACHMENT CODE:** HJU62/1SMQ0/Z12C9-04

**DATE:** 07/07/2000

**TO:** LORENZO J. VIOLANTI JR.

**PENNED BY:** LUCAS A. MONACO

Fine.

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The following is an excerpt from “Whimsy Keeps This City Alive”, an unpublished Glass Veil Productions Inc. film.

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**SYNOPSIS:**[[footnote]]Synopsis intentionally left blank.[[/footnote]]
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//The scene opens with darkness, quickly illuminated by a flashlight. Someone’s voice speaks off camera, but it is inaudible. Soon, a large, unnamed Void Dragonling with lavender scales fills the screen. She points very authoritatively.//

**Void Dragonling:** Alright, I got the location. My silence and invisibility wards are only gonna last three hours—that’s all your little group gets to film these guys. No touching anythin’!

**Evan:** Yes, ma’am, yes, ma’am! Let’s go guys. 

//A bright pink door. It is worn and chipped, with burn marks streaking its bottom half. The camera focuses on it deeply, zooming in on it as Evan comes into frame and waves.//

**Evan:** The latest in our adventures in Three Portlands, you guys won’t believe what we found! It’s a one of a kind operation, having been right under our noses this entire time!

//Evan knocks on the door, putting an ear up to it. When nothing happens, he opens it gingerly, revealing a small, basement-like room crammed with dozens of bodies and various lights on the floor. Multitudes of cyborgs, humans, and Sidhe hand off strips of yellow, white, and pink paper to each other as a large machine in the back of the room stamps each with black ink.//

**Evan:** Get her face. Get the floor. The audience wants to know what this all means!

//On the floor, various sigils pulse as slips of paper pass through them and sizzle. The hands of those handling the paper are the most singed, close to bleeding as they are covered in either thick skin or a thick layer of pustules. Where cybernetics are concerned, they are burning from the paper.//

**Evan:** Woah! Wacky, ain’t it? Well, dear viewers, what do you think this could be?

//The camera follows Evan across the back wall as he inches along it, trying not to disturb anyone. When he gets to a corner, a Blood Dragonling with a limp cybernetic arm calls out to several besides him with black briefcases.//

**Blood Dragonling:** 4300 Wondermarks to the Tyler shelter in the Androidmeda District, 3000 to Little Avalon’s food bank, and divide the rest up between the requests we’ve gotten for aid.

**Off-Camera Voice 1:** We’ve received requests today from Evelyn, Aisling, Dáithí, and Oisín. 200 each?

**Blood Dragonling:** Evelyn is going to be harassed by the UIU if she carries that much. They know she’s using our services. Give her 50 today and 50 whenever she needs it again. Keep her on rotation and updated with where we’ll be every week.

**Off-Camera Voice 1:** Got it. Man, I wish we could make enough to give her a down payment for a place.

**Blood Dragonling:** I know. At least she can get some medicine and see a doctor now.

**Off-Camera Voice 2:** That’s good. 

//The camera turns to focus on Evan.//

**Evan:** Yep, you heard that right, folks. Wondermarks. Wondertainment’s premier currency, for use in its Wonderworld(TM) being counterfeited right here in our beloved city. Shocking stuff, isn’t it?

//Evan moves from the wall to focus on the machine. A short, fat human woman takes small pieces of paper out and stuffs them in freezer bags, of which there are several at her feet. They’re so warm they steam the air and the lens of the camera, almost.//

**Evan:** But those in the know understand why something like this would happen. Wondermarks trade at a 1:72 USD exchange rate here, going up everyday as the UIU raids more and more of these, cheekily called “whimsy rings.” This entire place smells like burning cotton candy!

//The camera turns to him again.//

**Evan:** Until now, nobody’s been able to film these in the flesh. Not until us! All of this of material is insanely carcinogenic, same as the fumes, but these people are doing this thankless job out of a rugged love for this place. A city where rents are an average $3000 per month for a shitty studio apartment!

//Evan smiles and pumps his fists in the air.//

**Evan:** This is the kind of stuff I’m talking about, yeah? The stuff that people wanna see on film? This is what the masses demand!

//He moves out of a small, cramped doorway to wave at the camera again. He points at the machine again, and at a pile of pink goo on the floor.//

**Evan:** This life is hard! This life is grueling! Most of the counterfeits melt, unable to take the stamp of Wondertainment’s logo onto them. They simply aren’t made for pure childlike joy, likely because they know they’re gonna be used for illicit purposes!

**Off-Camera Crew Member:** Is that really how it works?

**Evan:** Wha—I mean, they have the damn stamp, c’mon!

//He adjusts his voice back to a professional tone.//

**Evan:** Which was probably stolen! Mugged even, off a whimsical employee! These things are a priceless rarity, even outside of counterfeiting rings, as they say getting a tattoo from a genuine Wondertainment stamp template will keep you young forever.

**Void Dragonling:** That’s not how that works. I have one on my ass. Everyone in the Three Portlands gets them either as jokes or as trashy tramp stamps.

**Evan:** We’re editing that out, right?

**Void Dragonling:** Hey, you better not!

**Evan:** Haha, kidding! 

//Evan leans deeply into the camera, where his hands are covering the shot. He can barely be heard off-screen, whispering.//

**Evan:** But seriously, we’re editing her out. She doesn’t know film, and we paid her to betray her friends. What good is she?
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**INTERNAL MEMO No. 22320**

**ATTACHMENT CODE:** HJU62/1SMQ0/Z12C9-05

**DATE:** 07/07/2000

**TO:** PERCIVAL A. DARKE

**PENNED BY:** LUCAS A. MONACO

Darke, we have a problem.

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**To:** ##royalblue| ip.office@drwondertainment.██##,[[footnote]]Domain address redacted due to infectious cognitohazard.[[/footnote]] ##royalblue| pr.office@drwondertainment.██##
**From:** ##royalblue| pdarke@mcd_outmail.mcd##
**Date Sent:** 07/07/2000 13:51 GMT
**Subject:** A Mess You Might Want To Clean Up
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Greetings and good tidings to whomever receives this email. I hope your day has been going well. My own has certainly been busy.

I am sending this to alert you all to a breach of your copyright currently in progress within the Three Portlands area. I know you have quite the significant foothold within the city, but this is a matter which goes beyond paper and quite possibly the American judicial system. I do not wish to know how you deal with interlopers using your legal tender for extralegal purposes, but I have attached evidence such that you may choose to do with them as you wish.

I hope you will see this act as a continuance of goodwill towards your company. I understand we have not seen eye-to-eye in the past, especially when it comes to ideology, but Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd. sincerely wishes for nothing but the best for you, your employees, your CEO, and your board as the years go on.

From,

Percival Atherolis Darke, CEO

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**Date Sent:** 07/07/2000 14:10 GMT
**Subject:** Re: A Mess You Might Want To Clean Up
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Darke,

John Smith here, head legal representative of Dr. Wondertainment Inc.’s copyright division. Thank you for this report, we appreciate it immensely. Under no circumstances does Dr. Wondertainment Inc. or any of its employees condone such illegal behavior; we will have this cleaned up before the UIU make any major moves. I assume that will be a boon to you as well, since I’ve heard they can be a thorn in your side despite the considerable downsizing they’ve experienced over the past decade.

Good luck, and your goodwill is noted.

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**From:** ##9538a5|drwondertainment@drwondertainment.██##
**Date Sent:** 07/07/2000 15:28 GMT
**Subject:** Percy!!!!!!!!!!!
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Helloooooooooo Percival :) I saw the video you sent to our lovely lively offices! It made my heart hurt, seeing so many humans in such conditions :(

I have soooooo many questions for you about it. Because I don’t remember Three Portlands, honestly. Hardly visited the city! But it wasn’t always like that, I know that much, the whimsy in the air there is so much older than the cars le-gal-lized there. That’s your doing, isn’t it? Why did you do all of that if so? :C I thought you told me you’d stopped all that centuries ago!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

~ Dr. Cornelius Reginald Westinghouse Młynarczyk Wondertainment
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**Date Sent:** 07/07/2000 15:34 GMT
**Subject:** Re: Percy!!!!!!!!!!!
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Cornelius,

Good to know you get out of your workshop still. I hadn’t heard from you in a while; I almost wondered if your board had cannibalized you. It wouldn’t have surprised me.

And you ascribe to me too much importance. It is not my hand which has driven the machinations of the Three Portlands; it is the hand of the free market. It is prime real estate for paratech and para-finance as those arise; though I would love to rule over the city’s finances with an iron fist, I simply cannot with the connivances and wiles of the current Mayor. 
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**Date Sent:** 07/07/2000 15:37 GMT
**Subject:** Re: Percy!!!!!!!!!!!
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Didn’t you █████[[footnote]]All information redacted within HJU62/1SMQ0/Z12C9 comes at the request of Percival Darke.[[/footnote]] the last mayor though????????????? Not everyone knows but I do! I do!!!!!!! :D Have you told anyone yet?
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**Date Sent:** 07/07/2000 15:40 GMT
**Subject:** Re: Percy!!!!!!!!!!!
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Perhaps. It was a pain to the world (not just my company, mind you) so I did everyone a favor. That stupid ball had no mind, but this new one does. And it takes offerings, so it can influenced. Persuaded. Into positive directions mind you, the city is so much //bigger// than it used to be. There’s so much more to the city of Three Portlands now.
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**Date Sent:** 07/07/2000 15:45 GMT
**Subject:** Re: Percy!!!!!!!!!!!
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You admit all that but you won’t take re-spons-i-bil-ity for anything? Phooey, you’re no fun as always Percival!!!!! >:(

I’m just kidding. XD You are right, I love how much of what //you’ve// done has given //me.// The Deer College students love me more than they did thirty years ago—they all want to work for my company! They all want to live in Wonderworld(Tee-Em), where everyone loves cameras and being filmed!

Except for the people in that video. If people are going homeless, why does the city not simply build more homes? It can expand infinitely, right? D:
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**Date Sent:** 07/07/2000 15:57 GMT
**Subject:** Re: Percy!!!!!!!!!!!
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I must ask then: who is going to fund all of these houses you speak of? Do not reply to me with yourself,  because your board would not let you spend that much money. 
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**Date Sent:** 07/07/2000 16:01 GMT
**Subject:** Re: Percy!!!!!!!!!!!
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You? :| I mean, you have the money. :P Rich people used to do so much charity, where are those sen-si-bil-i-ties nowadays? Why can’t you follow in the footsteps of the Rockfellers? Is your soul not crying out at the pain of humans, the way it writhes and rots them away into joyless, jollyless husks? :C Do you not ache at those who have become so damaged they cannot appreciate their world, who turn inward to addiction and drugs to soothe their raw, blistering beings?

Please, Percival. You must see where I am coming from.
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**Date Sent:** 07/07/2000 16:10 GMT
**Subject:** Re: Percy!!!!!!!!!!!
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Drugs and addiction are largely a choice most people make, [https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-102 I would know that myself from experience.] To inflict upon the individual the excuse of society’s ills is to rob them of their ability to change their path, their lot in life. People can change, and it is their responsibility to resist the vices which can ruin their body and soul.

I know that’s hard for you to understand since you reign as what is basically the king of Wonderworld(TM), but you must understand from the perspective of less controlled economies. Not everyone is capable of or can wield as much power as you do, Cornelius; those of us who rise above humanity have enough responsibility in this world wrangling the ills of people into something productive.
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**Date Sent:** 07/07/2000 16:15 GMT
**Subject:** Re: Percy!!!!!!!!!!!
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You’re not human, that’s right! You’re a ██████. A filthy little ██████ that looks like ████████, ████ as night. You were never homeless, but you spent █████████ ████ █ █████ ████████ ██████. That’s not even mentioning what you really did in █████, and ███ █████ ████ ███ ██████ ████ █████ ██ █ ██████ ██. What were you really eating? What made you ███ ██ █████ ████ ████ ██ █████ ███ ██████████,come out of your █████ █████████ █████ █████████?

Also, ███████ ███ █████. ████ █████████ ██ ███ █████████ ███ █████ ██ ███, █████████ ██ ███ ██████ ████ ████ [https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/chicago-lots what you did to my dear brother’s Night’s enterprise] █████ ████ █████ █████████ ██████ ████. :) ██ █████ ████ ███ ██ ██████ ██ █████ ████… ███ █████ ████ ████ ██ █████ ████████████,███ ██████ ████ ██ █████ ██████. And ███ █████ █████ ██ █████ ████████████~! :D

Don’t you remember? Have you forgotten all of that in your old age? 

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**Date Sent:** 07/07/2000 16:20 GMT
**Subject:** Re: Percy!!!!!!!!!!!
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If you know what is good for you, you will not speak of things buried in the long past. I do not speak of what you used to once be, after all.

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**Date Sent:** 07/07/2000 16:24 GMT
**Subject:** Re: Percy!!!!!!!!!!!
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Of course, but what I once used to be isn’t nearly as shameful as the writhing little ████ you used to roam as, hm? Are you really better than these pithy little filmmakers you’re sponsoring?

Find some empathy in your fucking heart for once, please. 
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