"THE TRUTH WILL MAKE YOU FRET"
20th of Thermidor, M41 etc. It's not like any of you care about the date, but the editor can assure you that the paper makes excellent wall insulation.
Just in case he's reading this, the Ozone Press would like to welcome Mercer Ulanti and his fellow nobles to Long Drop and hope that he enjoys his tour of the level. Filter Plugs commemorating the visit are available from the Ozone Press' stall on Via Cloaca.
Mr. Crator of Long Drop's armed militia also hopes that everybody enjoyed the execution of Anne Onimus, after her murder of Eric Gen, John Smith, and John Smithjon. He hopes everybody remembers this brutal murder. EVERYBODY.
On an unrelated note we are informed that a group of innocent Ogryns who were breaking up a condenser over on Level 9 had a run in with certain vermin who EVERYBODY IS SURE TO REMEMBER.
It's rumoured that the same vermin had the Iron Martyrs and Bishop Stumpy running around like headless rats, but it's not like it's been a good week for the Martyrs or the rest of cultists. We're informed, for example, that Preachy McPreachface of the Holy Smite was in the middle of hiring some extra extra-gullible guns when he fell off a high gantry and hit every other gantry on the way down. Witnesses said it was the best thing they'd seen in years, and that it was a sure winner for Necromunda's Funniest Home Pict-casts.
The Legitimate Businessmen's Club would like everybody concerned about the vermin problem to see them about dealing with it once and for all, especially if it involves burning it out at the source. Despite the phrasing, Redemptionists need not apply.