Rorschach's journal, October 25th 1985. Dog carcass in this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This city is afraid of me, I see it's true face. The streets are extended gutters, and these gutters are full of blood. And when the drains finally scab over,all the vermin will drown. All the acumalated filth from their s## and murder will foam till there waist. And when all the w##### and politicians shout ( save us!!!) I'll look down and quitely wisper, No....