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Godliness in Stone

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  Scene 1 It smells like… time down here. Not just damp earth or rot, but something older. A primal scent that’s been waiting in the dark for a millennium. I’m recording this at the bottom of the scar somewhere in the anomaly. In my mind, it's called the Necropolis Gully . My helmet is trying to map it—casting these sterile, digital grids over the moss and the stone—but the data doesn’t make sense. It’s glitching. It’s shuddering against the reality of this place. I don't know why I'm here, looking at ruins. Just... debris. But in the ruins, I found the ghosts of a future that never happened. I was walking over shards of polymerised memories . This was once a city.  It was meant to be the heart of a new world that... simply stopped. It wasn't an engineering failure. It was a failure of existence. Holding that slate, I felt this... weight. The grief of the architect. The "wounds of unbuilt dreams." I realised then that this isn't a graveyard for people. It’...

Four Corners: Whatever It Takes - Hal Hunter's fight with Essendon

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WHAT IT TAKES: Through leadership inaction the game has been brought into disrepute. This Football Cub should be folded or banished from the Australian Football League for treating their employees as human bio-chemical guinea pigs. The AFL must now act decisively and firmly to regain standing as a professional and accountable governing organisation. The AFL through in-action is bringing the game into disrepute. "If the AFL Tribunal's decision had prevailed, it would have set a damaging precedent for future non analytical anti-doping cases; and, therefore, been detrimental for anti-doping efforts worldwide."  WADA

Darwin streets on a motorcycle: James Hird

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Leadership and the scream of fault. It seems to go so slow, Then when it happens, it seems so fast. Once within,' Once within a psychological grip, Once within responsive emergence, Once within reptilian consciousness. The scream of fault, The empathy, the denial, the bloodlet. Only baggage from this point on. Where does James Hird find gain? What responsibilities should I pass onto his burden? How many opinions should he attend to? Within this dangerous intersection of loss. How do leaders gain the necessary abilities to enter and navigate dangerous intersections. Once the path is enacted on, the configuration of artifacts morph. The unseen is then seen. The terms of what I now see are the outputs of Hirds decisions. I have been altered by Hird's decisions I now exert my opinion on Hird's decisions. When does the collective actions stop and reset. When does normality resume control? Within a new place On a new map within a new landscape. A new environment of values ...