SLS Report
Participants present:
L1 Rep. Cogito (myself)
L2 Rep. America
L3 Rep. Zero
L4 Rep. Black
L5 Rep. Dominion
L6 Rep. Fear of Death
Participants absent:
L4 Rep. White
L7 Rep. Matt
As context, the earlier portion of the summit focused on containment efforts and jurisdictional protocol. This section begins at the point of procedural breakdown.
I regret to report that the session was once again derailed by the L3 Representative, whose conduct continues to defy even the most basic standards of interlayer diplomacy. What was intended as a structured, high-level conversation devolved almost immediately into personal commentary, performative banter, and repeated attempts at name-calling, all of which were unsolicited, inappropriate, and—frankly—exhausting.
This is not the first time L3 has treated a tribunal as a personal comedy hour. It is, however, the last time I will allow the record to remain neutral in tone.
The transcript excerptis presented below. May it speak more clearly than I am currently capable of doing without violating forum code.
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COGITO: Preliminary reports confirm Adrenaline dealers have begun seeping into L1—primarily through abandoned transportation zones. Nightmare sightings have spiked along the L1/L2 rim, with at least four confirmed irregulars. No pattern. No containment. And as for the conflict between L3 and L4— four representatives have now voted to open formal investigation into war crimes. Before we proceed with sanctions, structural reviews, or any form of accountability, I’ll remind participants—once again—to refrain from commentary, speculation, or emotionally-driven hypotheticals.
ZERO: Yeah, yeah okay, file it under whatever crimes you want. But we won the war, so... we don't like to call them that. Right, Eri?
ERICA: Ugh, do you always have to make it weird the second you open your mouth?
ZERO: Only for you, boo. Love the lashes, by the way.
COGITO: We are here to establish structural sanctions on cross-layer aggression, not to indulge—
ZERO: Coggers, bud. You still mad I zapped that old shrine into a rave zone? That’s growth. Let it go.
COGITO: You turned a protected historical site into a bounce house.
ZERO: They bounced. That’s praxis.
BLACK: Decorum, please. And Cogito, spare me the defense. It’s still my layer, even if none of you recognize it anymore.
DOMINION: You had a culture worth protecting.
BLACK: …And?
: (Black's Paranoia hums.)
ZERO: Deedee, tell them I’m on my best behavior. You said I was your special assignment, right?
DEE: You are many things, Zero. 'Special' is certainly one of them.
ZERO: Okay but real talk—who would you ask out if the Void was ending tomorrow? Let’s go around. Dominion? No lying.
DOMINION: If forum law weren’t in place, I’d be slow-roasting your ribs by now.
: (Porkchop the Glee snorts.)
ERICA: I think Dee. I mean, she’s gorgeous. Like… in a funeral home art dealer kind of way.
: (Pauses, sips her soda.)
ERICA: Just don’t think I’m her type.
COGITO: …
DEE: Thank you, Erica. And Zero, this isn’t a high school sleepover. I believe you have war crimes to account for?
ZERO: Alright. Read them out loud. Maybe we’ll all learn something.
DEE: I'm not here to entertain you, Zero. I'm tired.
ZERO: Then stop looking at me like I’m the only one enjoying this.