Sewers of Babel

The New Project
Genesis 11:

4: And they said, Go to, let us build us a city and a tower, whose top may reach unto heaven; and let us make us a name, lest we be scattered abroad upon the face of the whole earth [...]
8: So the LORD scattered them abroad from thence upon the face of all the earth: and they left off to build the city.
9: Therefore is the name of it called Babel; because the LORD did there confound the language of all the earth: and from thence did the LORD scatter them abroad upon the face of all the earth.

-But what good is scattering and settling to those who dreamt through the tower's upsurge, and quivered beneath its fall in labyrinthine water-mains and undergound halls? They may be there still, gathering fragments of news from bits of paper and rumor, stuck with language, scurrying from the dreadful eyes of God.

And thus I've been spending my time riding another horse, while Bucephalus wanders further north.
But it's fun, and more of a group-linkpost thing than a soul-scouring washbasin. It has more hope in it because of the extra beating hearts, and because of the newness. Rebuild from the ruins, then go campaigning.
Godspeed.