Northmoor was Director before me.
I never wanted his job.
I never wanted power.
I purposefully avoided it, didn’t trust it, didn’t want to rely on it.
Northmoor was all about power.
A man like an explosion, hungry for authority, for order, for more, until it was too much.
I had to find a solution in the end.
Contain the situation.
Northmoor never liked me, but he went along with it, to his credit.
He didn’t really have a choice.
I suppose, at the end of the day, a Director's most basic duty is to keep the lights on.
Here's to you, Northmoor.
There were no Prime Candidates waiting in the wings.
But I was there.
Had been the whole time, keeping my head down, working my ass off.
I had nothing to lose.
I picked up the gun almost on a dare.
|Trench||Ashtray Maze • Control Points • Endless Grind • Hotline • Internal Lockdown • Management Team • Northmoor • Oceanview Motel • Panopticon • Prime Candidates • Slidescape-36 • The Coming Storm|
|The Board||Astral Constructs • Astral Entities • Board Countermeasures • Control Points • Departure • Dissent • Former • Foundation • Objects of Power • Rituals • The Directorship • The Future • The Hiss|
|Marshall||Becoming Director • End of the World • Out of Options • The Foundation • Two Birds, One Bomb|