May this memorandum serve as a warning and as a beacon of last hope.

      The great Atoll of queen Lamar has been lost, consumed. All of you by now must comprehend the implications, you all know this enemy, though we dare not speak of it, our common enemy, an enemy that is consuming our lands and our seas and even our selves. The great banality, "THE NOTHING", it begins like a virus, barely visible but soon it is a wall moving steadily, closing in. A selectively permeable membrane that takes what it values and discards what it does not ,pushing us further and further into the fringes of existence. An unstoppable force of bourgeois Assholeism that is engulfing all the known regions of the earth.  Swimming Cities Collective can see no justification for battling one another in the face of this dark adversary. We call upon all the great sea tribes, from the high warrior chiefs of the skulleaters to the lowly kelp farmers of salt wastes to gather under a truce. 

      In the preface we spoke of hope, and in this case it is the kind of hope that would border on faith. We speak of course of the legend of the Town Of Barrier. The legend tells of the elite rulers of the fallen tribes who took refuge at the top of the earth, they defined a land to manifest and control, the Elysian lands where they now live immortal with their great libraries of seeds and rare beasts, the secret technologies of old tribes, engines that pull their fuel from the space between air, ships that break clouds across their bows and floating gardens of exotic forms and brightest colors. Though these lands have remained hidden from us we know that they are reachable only by way of the great northern passage, a place of legend guarded by the floating fortress city of THE TOWN OF BARRIER. Its location can be revealed by a single key. We seek the hair covered wolfchild Vadim Kazimir Putin, the last living progeny of the oligarch lord of the Russasian Empire Vladimir Putin. Once shaved the wolfchild will reveal an encrypted map burned into its flocculent flesh. Many agents have been lost in the pursuit of this creature.  

       Swimming Cities Collective offers the neutral grounds for discussion, some friendly sparring matches, revelry, and general waterborne stupiditude.  location and time to be revealed to interested parties upon request And bring a boat

                                            -Swimming Cities Collective