The Unity Beyond

Even in unreality, we bring real news.

Communist sympathizers in the Endless City?

Who brings this vile idea into these most freedom-ous realms!?

Sometimes, I wonder just how long I've been in this place now. I miss the smell of farms, I miss the sight of valleys, and I miss the people of my small town. What I never missed, though, are the communist scum that threaten the peace and freedom in these realms. They ruin everything we stand for even this far out from reality! Out with them! Out!
President Nick Rixon

In recent weeks, a minor Communist group have been surging in activity in the Endless City, calling themselves "The People's Red Repository" and gaining popularity within the gatherings of radicalized individuals.

Just this week, Monday the twenty-first, their triangular banner can be seen hanging from an embassy building twelve miles east of The Backrealms Unity Headquarters, declaring their presence for the first time to the public of the Backrealms, and establishing a foothold in the race for progress and growing territories within these spaces.

The group was founded by one Viktor Valentin, who introduced the values of communism to these individuals. It is a sickness which spread like wildfire, particularly within the uneducated youth and extremists with questionable morals.

Needless to say, The Backrealms Unity stand against the development and existence of such a group knowing the poison of such an idea. A communist regime in these realms is not to be tolerated by any democratic authority that holds the freedom of the Backrealms.

Viktor Valentin, in the public address to the presence of the group, has stated the following on live radio:

I am a simple man who wishes to give everyone a chance to be equals. There is too much corruption on Earth. Too much discrimination, too many fallacies, and too many people who wish to twist the truth for their own gain. Ones who rip the facts out of the objective positive and turn it into something that profits them. I am equal among my members. Someone could overtake me right now, but with how our system works, the collective likes me. I am in their favor. If someone wants to be an equal, then join us.
PRR Leader Viktor Valentin

This is clearly propaganda to the wickedness of communism, disguised as a peaceful recruitment to grow in power and authority over time.

President Nick Rixon has yet to make any further statements on this matter.

Magic cereal spotted in rotting trash cans?

Buy your trash can magic cereal now for only $5.99!!

On a lighter note, the discovery of magic cereals in trash cans are becoming a trend in our silly youth.

It is said that only the cool kids in The Backrealms United neighborhood can find magic cereals in their trash cans! Just wish (for $5.99) and you shall receive!

The rest is a bore to read.

Officially sanctioned by The Backrealms Unity President Nick Rixon.

The newspaper voluntarily slips from his hand, discarded into the sewer. The ink scatters with each spatter of rain, soaking the newsprint as it turns soft, falling through the drain with no effort. It was the fourteenth of some month, 1973. Eleven smells of wet concrete and light fog. The sun casts its rays ever-present, evaporating the dampness from every alley, street, and block. He walks the pavement, puddle splashing underneath him, then he turns a right and beholds a pack of dogs pointing guns at him. Gunshots ring, bullets ricochet off of lampposts. He runs and ducks and stumbles, turning over a trash can as he makes his escape into an alleyway. The barks become fainter with each exhale, steps slowing down as he collapses. That ambush was not the first nor the last. He bleeds from his right shoulder and slips away into the darkness…

…He found himself seated in front of a desk, a medical kit laid out in front of him as he digs out the bullet with a pair of tweezers. A single clink of brass hits the hardwood, rolling in cylindrical motion before abruptly stopping beside a gauze. He sighs and patches up the bullet wound before taking a moment to light a cigarette with his left hand. Smoke puffs up to the ceiling and the pleasure of dopamine hits…

…He discards the medical kit, picks up a pen, and begins to write like he always does.

It is February fourteenth. Five years and some months since I've arrived.

One would think that when people are transported against their will in another world, there would be a renewal in their nature. But against expectations that I never should have considered to serve towards these people, the same ideals of the West continue to persist in their livelihoods. And I see that these are people who know not of change. The same earthly ideals would continue to be embedded within their nature, and that is something I despise. This made me realize that I too still believe in the same ideals that was fed onto me by my duties. This must rightfully change.

My repository is two years in the making, and believing in the same ideals have proven no progress thus far. I remain stagnant, my efforts remain stagnant. Eleven is still like Europa torn by war, still enduring in awkward standstill and nuclear stockpiling. And I will be the change to lead my cause to something greater and lasting. I will not be some page in history; I will define it, and I will write it. All that I have done, I have done for the belief of information. It is the ichor that fluxes through the veins of my repository. I will be the one to hold it for as long as I exist in this plane of existence.

It is 2013. The rise of the Major Exploration Group has overshadowed most of the history of The Backrealms Unity, a temporary thing. Many consider its existence a myth.

An up-and-coming group of interest known as The Eternal Repository makes its first public address this week, Monday the twenty-first. It is led by one Viktor Valentin, a man of Russian descent and is almost never seen by the public. He is completely anonymous and all traces of his name lead nowhere.