S.I.G.I.S.
4th Hive of Savorus, Hashkar 123
Opinion from a Free Leaguer on the Latest Tax Day
SIGIS Yer in Sigil, cutter, where the chant's wild as a fey'ri's hair, and them taxin' mongers think they've got the upper hand. But lemme tell ya, as a bleedin' believer in personal space and keepin' the fists o' government off our jink, I gotta scrag an itch to lay down the cutter's word on why taxes ain't the key to our cage. Start with the root o' the matter: our lives ain't the bloated Lady's or the Guvner's property. Nay, we own our skin, bones, and the flamin' right to what we work for. Taxation's like a basher pinchin' your jink pouch while you're not lookin'. It's robbin' us of what's ours, snafflin' our coppers with no mind for consent. Free will and mutual respect are the bricks to build our cageless cage.
Now, let's talk 'bout the flip side. Yeah, I've heard the guff about taxes fundin' roads, cages, and barmies' bread. But who's watchin' the watch? The chant in the Cage is that those topsiders up in power are squanderin' more than a band o' githyanki at a tea party. Indeps like me say, let's slice the government fat, give the power back to the cutters who know what they need. Mind ya, Sigil ain't no uniform gray. We've got berks who swear by the taxman's hand, willingly sharin' their bits for the collective stew. But then there's folks like me, who'd rather put their jink on the line for a more personal choice. Our city's like a bleedin' puzzle box, each piece addin' its own bit to the picture.
So, take heed, bashers, and know that this ain't a straight chant of good and bad. Our Cage is a brew o' clashing thoughts, and that's the beauty of it. We gotta give voice to all sides, find our own balance 'tween takin' care of the collective and holdin' tight to our own freedom. Only then can we hope to weave together a tapestry as wild and diverse as the streets of Sigil itself. --Caelan Windrider
Primes 26% More Clueless Alleges New Survey
SIGIL Statistical observations have revealed this week that cutters entering Sigil are 26% more clueless than the same period last cycle. Of 500 bashers polled shortly after stepping out of portals, a staggering 10% had not heard of the Lady of Pain, and 16% did not know they had just crossed a planar boundary. This is a worrying trend often touted by Planarists such as Cirily. When I questioned her with my findings she told me, "You're right, spinny maths thing. Primes entering our Serene City are more clueless than ever before. You'd think someone was planting portals to Sigil in Ansalon's major cities, or something."
I posed her with the frequently-thought notion that she was in fact just a bigot. She vehemently denied this. "Nothing could be further from the truth! I, along with many other concerned Planarists, have first and foremost the safety of primes in mind. What could be more disorientating, and dangerous, than stepping through the door of your bedroom and finding yourself not in your chamber but in some dingy Sigil alleyway wearing nothing but a nightdress? Don't laugh (I assume that is what passes for moigno laughter), It's a true story. This Waterdhavian sod was found murdered in the Hive only last week, dressed in a nightshirt!"
"Not only is is dangerous for the poor primes, but it also damages our proud Planar Heritage. Our culture is being eroded, nay, polluted, by feckless..." I left Cirily to rant, for I had lost interest by this point, and continued to process data. Of those Planewalkers who were a little better lanned, 84% could pronounce Sigil correctly, and 73% were members of a faction. As usual, the Society of Sensation came out as the most popular, with fully 10% (seasonally adjusted to account for Anarchists) of Planewalkers being members. This reflects their tendency to wander off, presumably. Factol Erin was unavailable for comment, but she is understood by this culler to be delighted. --Surveys Culler n=n+1
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