it's the end of the world.

DNA identification slows for victims of the World Trade Center Attack.

It's a strange story, with a lot of chilling details. The paragraph that stopped me cold was this one.

Many of the new DNA matches made this year have yielded additional remains for people already identified. The highest number of body parts matched to one person is more than 200.

Two hundred. One person. I don't think I would ever want to know. It's been awhile since I cried while reading about September 11th, but this did it. Because that one paragraph alone is fucking horrifying, and what the hell must it be like to deal with that day in day out?

fancy that, an auspice die

That paticular die made my life much easier last night, when putting together my character sheet. We didn't actually play last night, because there was a lot of dart throwing and Grand Theft Auto going on at the same time. I don't think I've ever heard Jeremiah giggle before, at least not like that. Alfonso was the most entertaining, talking almost constantly to the screen.

So I have an homid ahroun Glasswalker now, and Anna is one angry young woman. Imagine being on your way to West Point and finding out you're a werewolf. I like this character more and more now that I think about it.

Power Outage

The word at the moment is that it is a massive power grid failure, not terrorism. The phones are crazy, but I'm trying to get ahold of NYC people.