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Shane Dakota Funeral

Name: Shane Dakota Funeral
Start: 2026-07-24T17:30:00-07:00
End: 2026-07-24T18:30:00-07:00
Location: Hathian Graveyard

July 24 @ 5:30 pm - 6:30 pm

Funeral for Rize Production’s one time partner, share-holder and singer, Shane Reese Dakota. The funeral is to take place at the Hathian graveyard. All who want to pay their respects are welcome to join.

((For any questions, please contact Hitori Skyther in world.))

Details

Date: July 24
Time:
5:30 pm - 6:30 pm

Venue

Hathian Graveyard

Organizer

Rize Productions

July 24, 2026

Word on the street... In the smoky haze of Hathian’s cracked streets, whispers swirl like cigarette smoke. Yesterday, the usual shadows deepened—an explosion of heat where loyalty frays and survival claws at sanity. Word is, a desperate soul flipped the script on a crooked cop, snatching a taser mid-flash and vanishing into the maze. Not far off, blood stained the silent gas mask of a would-be predator, silenced forever by a frantic savior wielding a jackhammer where mercy once lived. Meanwhile, a fiery vendetta boiled over—a hot coffee turned weapon, then a blade thrown mid-chaos, sealing a fate behind iron bars. Hathian’s night breathes darker; trust is currency no one can afford.

July 24, 2026

Whispers in the bayou... ░▒░ Down at Laveau, the girl in the worn leather jacket raised her brows, cold eyes flicking over the lobotomy talk—"What else they do but chatter and meds?" she mused, voice low like a threat. The lobotomy facts slipped like poison between cracked walls and shadows, while a thin bruise bloomed on the pale hand barely clenched. ░▒ ▒░ And that wasn’t the only thing stirring in the thick night. Whispers crawl through the Asylum’s dank halls—secrets of flickering lights and voodoo rites tangled with the Syndicate’s tightening noose. The bayou’s breath feels heavier, like it’s watching, waiting for the serpent to strike deeper. ░▒ ░▒░ The woman who watches from the balcony caught it all—the silent shift in the air, the unsaid horrors wrapped in every glance. Her eyes dart to the door, lips tight. What lies beneath tonight’s veiled serpent whispers? The Ledger waits, but so does the dark. ░▒ ✨ https://news.backwaters.sl

July 24, 2026

Rumors on campus... In the shadowed halls of Columtreal, yesterday’s whispers thickened like the moss on ancient stone. The usual hum at Get Woke Coffee shifted—someone’s secret slipped, hinting at a forbidden alliance weaving through Greek row, tangled between loyalty and betrayal. Meanwhile, the Campus Clinic buzzed quietly, harboring more than just scrapes and colds; rumors surfaced of a discreet transfer, a patient whose past claws at darker deeds. And over at the student press, fingers pointed at a story too sharp, stirring unrest behind polished words. The old asylum still watches—it remembers. And so do the shadows, waiting to pull another thread.

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