There is an unrecognized, sole source of stress in your City, but even were it identified, little would be the benefit.
For his birthday, this one god received a bull horn, and a pocketbook of inspirational verse. He gazed upon these gifts with the sarcasm only a deity can muster.
One guy says, “Why bother to talk to yourself unless you’re smarter than you already are, and if you were that smart, why would you even bother in the first place?” (He’s jolly well jammed-up the exit doors for some.)
In the ever-shifting world of the revolutionist, some old familiar faculties can suddenly become over-used simply by being used again.
Men slay the maniacal
in the hope they will