Not a cult

Anteba the terror, the notorious heretic, has returned from disappearance. Perhaps brought back by the return Cipactli related activity. He was approached by Corporate taskforces, to which he self-immolated and retreated into the local waters, it is assumed he is still at large.

Corporate considers the underground cleared of all threat, the Zikoids have been driven back to their caves and hovels and business may begin again. The smugglers shall not return, as this land belongs to Corporate and he intends to profit from these train lines still.

Surely long gone are the apostles of Cipactli? And yet this thief has thieved from the common folk. From whence hast he came? To whence shalt he go? To the forgelord methinks, he who shalt create new relics, the relics of old reborn in new form. These thieves are legion, the relics cometh.

The deepest depths of the Condominium are filled with waist high flammable kerosene. This protective suit should protect brave explorers from any unfortunate fire related injury. Corporate wishes them well, and hopes for their swift return.

Mother Jones is just fine and she thanks you not to bother her any more about her health and well being, she just needs some time alone. Reports of wails and cries for mercy inbetween sobs, in the area are all fabrications. Mother Jones urges everyone to go about their normal day to day business. 

Under pressure to match East Malvern's military forces, Corporate has installed large artillery towers to shoot down anything that isn't already six feet under. Though critics wonder if the cost was worth it, and if it will even be effective. These critics all happened to commit suicide via 2 gunshots to the back of the head, mere moments after making these comments.

Corporate has hired foreign mercenaries to fill out the ranks of containment taskforces. Their methods are unorthodox but light on the wallet and that's good enough for Moneybags.

The ass gives new beats, of now of which is of an "inchman" of this is an extended version from an assumed original.

There are new found dangers to the newly discovered sign people, terrible sign hand beasts have plagued them as of late. Corporate says he'll deal with it "when the bastards pay their taxes."

Mother Jones is well and requests that all future transactions be made with an obscure root know as a "potato salmon", apparently found in rainforests always exactly 20 metres away from any given cocoa plant.

There has been increasing worries about the East Malvernese Sovibot, after a string of recent events that seem to have been casued by the Sovibot, these events include: The burning of a local factory, a containment breach, and the display of a soviet symbol on all electronic screens. Corporate Moneybags says a solution and counter measures are on their way. The screens are yet to revert.

This is the idol of a new religion that has been recently founded. It depicts some sort of 'Ocean Mother', who the followers of this religion say will birth an "Ocean Man". They cite their holy hymn of the same name as evidencial proof of their claims. It's core philosophies are equality, generosity, and walking into the ocean and never returning. Doint the big, is staunchly against the recent traction the religion is gaining, stating that it "is nothing more than a cult" and that "it is evil and will lead to our dooms." Authorities asked him to leave when he started shouting about how he had told the public that "this was what (Doint) was warning you about!" 

Executionator was originally a burger joint attraction but, when 'Moneybag Munch' went under, went under some "repurposement" to allow for deployment in abattoirs. Executionator is now part of the Corporate Taskforce that is dealing with the the many 'infestive vermin' of the Condominium.

There are those who sympathise with the Chernobyloids and even keep them as pets. These 'people' are being executed in the streets by Corporate task forces, like the animals they are. The public are to avoid Chernobyloids at all costs and report the building, they were seen in, for chemical extinguishment.

The hallmark of Warhead Joe, these light shadows are all that remain of those who lived in what is now the Northern Wastes.