As Odyssia sails the seas of pink viscera and crimson viscerality the world seems quieted, by Boris Johnson as foreign minister, Sanders as content, by a correct location-aware game. In the game as elsewhere reality is not augmented but merely screened, mechanics hidden behind the welding curtain. Cops have decided to arrest those angry at them on twitter, and Brianna Wu, having had a private hell spin around her in the form of gamergate, with cop-tv episodes made about her harassment, wonders angrily where the hell they've been in realizing that online harassment is. The bodies that have served as vessels sloshing online emotion spill onto the streets, mixed results, a soup of heart and spleen. The storm leaves none unstirred.