In the back corner of the screamsheet stand, it calls to you. Past the sports almanacs and thinly veiled ads for hot tech wearing the desiccated hides of legitimate publications. Tucked between End Times Digest and 2600 Magazine. Black Wall, the home of the unexplainable. You grab a copy, some cheap ciggies, and a 4-pack of Tonus, the Soviet made Smash knockoff that costs half as much and is banned in 33 states.
The pirate station you get from Toronto’s playing a non-stop marathon of The Pink Opaque. And this month’s Black Wall has an interview with a woman in Omaha who claims she married the angel Moroni, and knows where the Golden Plates are buried. You’re not gonna sleep for days.
Black Wall is a quarterly screamsheet that you’ll probably find amidst the chaos of your Netrunner’s command center. They know the Truth is Out There, half their bandwidth is going towards SETI, and now you want to know more about the relationship between the Annunaki messengers and President Kress.
