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fuckitybye[Yes, it's that time again, government officials and propaganda employees. By the way, Malcolm's briefings are eminently leakable. If, say, you were a disgruntled propaganda officeworker or a secret dissident somewhere in the Master's power structure Judas.]
Well, my little shitbirds, we have a new and interesting problem to counter this morning. Seems that there's some rumours circulating in our fine armed forces, and we need to fucking stop them two days ago.
Now, I'm gonna tell you what the rumour is, but let's fucking underline the fact that this wad of fuck is exactly fucking that: a rumour. Some shitheels are claiming that the army won't be paid for the upcoming assault on the Barge, and what's more, that we've skimped on the body armour.
You know and I know that this is not fucking true, but the grunts on the ground will apparently believe that shit is chocolate. So we need two things. One: overt messaging in the general populace from print and social networking that that the government always fucking supports the troops, and so do the rest of the citizens of this fine world, yeah? And two: covert messaging to spread through the rumour mill. New body armour technology in research, forthcoming announcements of new weapons—what the fuck ever, just ensure that it's a. plausible and b. unprovable. You know the drill, lads and lasses, we've fucking done this a million times before.
Meanwhile, keep that Friends and Family campaign running like a fucking doped-up racehorse. In addition to the Doctor, add to the list ... [he glances down at Martha's surveillance bulletin] Morgan Adams, Findthee Swing, 11-12, and 47. Descriptions and additional information to follow.
Keep up the good work, kids. Tucker out.
ETA: [Special Delivery to the Master.]
Well, my little shitbirds, we have a new and interesting problem to counter this morning. Seems that there's some rumours circulating in our fine armed forces, and we need to fucking stop them two days ago.
Now, I'm gonna tell you what the rumour is, but let's fucking underline the fact that this wad of fuck is exactly fucking that: a rumour. Some shitheels are claiming that the army won't be paid for the upcoming assault on the Barge, and what's more, that we've skimped on the body armour.
You know and I know that this is not fucking true, but the grunts on the ground will apparently believe that shit is chocolate. So we need two things. One: overt messaging in the general populace from print and social networking that that the government always fucking supports the troops, and so do the rest of the citizens of this fine world, yeah? And two: covert messaging to spread through the rumour mill. New body armour technology in research, forthcoming announcements of new weapons—what the fuck ever, just ensure that it's a. plausible and b. unprovable. You know the drill, lads and lasses, we've fucking done this a million times before.
Meanwhile, keep that Friends and Family campaign running like a fucking doped-up racehorse. In addition to the Doctor, add to the list ... [he glances down at Martha's surveillance bulletin] Morgan Adams, Findthee Swing, 11-12, and 47. Descriptions and additional information to follow.
Keep up the good work, kids. Tucker out.
ETA: [Special Delivery to the Master.]
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Paperwork delivered to Malcom's office
Date: 2010-04-13 03:15 pm (UTC)From: Chief of Finance, Judas
Subject: Paperwork
Body:
[All in Hebrew: Do my bidding, you dog. The play is going on, I don't need permission from anyone. The arts are an expression of freedom in its purest sense and should never be censored.]
Overheard in the Ministry of Propaganda
From:Printed on a nice sheet of paper, NOTHING TO IDENTIFY THE SENDER but Malc should know:
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From:memo from Hicks. Possibly spotted in blood and coffee stains.
Date: 2010-04-13 04:35 pm (UTC)From: Doctor John Hicks (Goon Captain #453)
Subject: bloodsucking wankers, and no, I'm not redacting or censoring that.
I do not suppose it is possible to have some information distributed on the danger of our blood-sucking friends - I am worried how many of them might have connections with the resistance
and Damon's annoying the hell out of me, and they're clearly a risk to the population at large.Just a thought.
You know, a tiny thought, involving people eating blood instead of food and attempting to attack government officials.
I'm sure there's something somewhere about having external and internal enemies to keep stability - and these guys are easy to spot and easy to pick on.
Think about it.
Memo from Malcolm. Immaculate. Possibly vacuum-sealed in plastic.
From:2nd piece of paperwork delivered. Because he's being particularly twatish
Date: 2010-04-13 05:37 pm (UTC)From: Chief of Finance, Judas
Body:
Did you receive my permissions form?
FU JUDAS
From:LOL
From:thinks: something is gonna be fucking "ironed", all right.
From:Judas is just so amused.
From:Malc is totally plotting his downfall.
From:Oblivious Judas is unfortunately oblivious. And is also not so good at English.
From:Probably just as well there's not actually enough time for Malc's plot to succeed.
From:True.
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From:Why small type Malcolm? You make Judas have to pull out his reading glasses. :/
From:Because he's a dick like that.
From:You're getting more memos in Hebrew just for the hell of it, Malc.
From:He'll just keep forwarding them upstream.
From:Niiice.
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From:[At a ridiculous hour of the morning]
From:[Minutes later. Guess who doesn't sleep?]
From:[Neither of them! Also, a few minutes later.]
From:[Lag because Malcolm had to yell at some more people.]
From:[Lag because he fell asleep at his desk]
From:[Within thirty seconds of receipt; Malc's on Coffee Number Who Knows]
From:[Judas is just deciding to go to sleep.]
From:[Malcolm is about to go yell at someone else! 8D]
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