Subject Placement transmissions

Four *Solitude* transmissions were released before *Subject Placement*'s release, each having Xavier Rotom speaking his thoughts on each of the four factions of the Nostradore Customs Protection District.

## Advocates

The world you had abandoned is long gone. Your own kind stood tall against the eyesore of Valanose and found prosperity in this new world, all thanks to one woman who braved the impossible to stand against the pain she was burdened with. We thank Mercy for her grace and confidence.

It has since brought you here. Raise your middle fingers, Advocates, to the sins and sinners as we **burn** them, **pulverise** them, tear from limb from limb for your pleasure! Stand up! And by the end of this, we will make them know their place!

## Playmates

I have this feeling you’re disappointed to be here. Does this inconvenience you? What even mattered at the end of the day, you wretched leeches?! What was your bottom line?! For years, you neglected your role for a higher price, a price only your government can give.

No, it was all about power, control! Sit there and deny it all you want, but don’t try to pass this hope “you’ll get through if you believe” crap! Belief exists and where did that get any of us?! Your fake platitudes were just masks to hide your greed!

But some of us can’t even take our masks off. Now I wonder why? This charade got you everywhere because you had a sugar daddy complex that drove you to self-importance above all! Let me tell you what’s important, sunshines, your face is knee-deep in dog \*\*\* and your body smothered by feet of the thousands you trampled on!

This fight may be fair game, but it is endless, tenacious and will surely put you and the rest of you bastards in your place once and for all!

## Lost Subjects

Am I looking at docile slugs or clueless pups? I could barely tell the difference and I’ve seen my fair share of it in my lifetime. For some of you, you find you knew yourself up until now and for others? There’s something deeper hidden in your cranium.

Fair game is fair game, Subjects, and you don’t even know when the game begins or ends. You could barely tie your shoes let alone comprehend your fate and you- I see those shoelaces around your neck. That is not how you tie shoes! Regardless, some of you banked on becoming one of a new kind and some of you… you may have said too much. Until we know where you stand, you’ll be trialed against your peers. You’ll be guinea pigs for our Playmates until we know for certain where you fit in.

What am I saying? None of you can fit, even if it killed you and let’s not hope and pray on that, friends. Time’s ticking, seconds pounding into your skulls! Get thinking quickly, Lost Subjects, ‘cause if you haven’t figured it out yet, we will. And you’ll come to regret not figuring out your place for yourself soon enough!

Let’s just hope the mad bastard knows what he’s doing.

## Spies

Wow! Just… There was always a part of me that I thought I could expect better of you all and then I realised, that was a mistake! Had you nothing better to do or was your job more important than privacy? Now, I’ll be remiss if I forgot to mention selfishness is not a rare trait. But there’s one key factor you possess above all: monopolies, capitalism, begrudged and futile displays of pathetic nosediving.

And where did it all land you? A cushy little spot on death row. There’s no going back from this. You settle yourselves on a gamble and that gamble turns out shy of a good role. You had everything already: a hopeful community, a hierarchy religious cult creating your AI to help better your people, feeding them some modicum of hope!

I’m almost glad you came to snoop around our Coliseum as you might have found our purpose to be more what you couldn’t offer. You looked in the wrong direction and found smut written on the walls, written in your own fecal matter. Well, don’t waste your time browning your bridges now. Save that for the last breath you will ever breathe as you’re strapped in that chair, electrons coursing through your brain nerves, frying your insides whole and finding yourself six feet underground, as that’s the only place where you truly belong!

It’s game over for you, Spy…