No, it rather does feel as though we're all puppets being pulled about on strings, doesn't it? This has been a game since the day we arrived. The problem is that the only ones who know the rules are also the ones enforcing them — and they aren't telling.

[This beer has nothing to do with tolerance and everything to do with profound sadness, that's for sure.]

Did you notice in Chandra's notes, his message to the person who was worried he might be targeted for being weak? He took the time to write, "I was right".

He had a working theory, and saw it proved true. I wonder what it was. Mayhap we should ask.