Here lies a devastated world where death and destruction are treated like innocent toys, wielded by playful beasts wreaking havoc with every imaginative move. Self declared messiahs are standing on soap boxes everywhere, modestly attempting to scurry to the humble seat of Yertle in order to be seen by all. And as most people in the world were aware of at this point, god was dead.
Hopeless definitely came to mind.
Kio hung his head in despair as he sat in a warehouse and listened to the sounds of stagnant soil, the chorus of chaos, and the crunching. The crunching was the worst. The crunching and the screaming. The crunching and the screaming and the flames.
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