"The world’s saturated with apathy. A needle pressed under the weight of a cinderblock. When the days of trial come to your doorstep you will have nothing to offer but apologies."

Nothing but filth could grow in a land as this. Harsh and the forced hungry. Like animals they cling to whatever means necessary to carry their ungodly flesh onward into the omnipresent void. Most of them bore the horrors of hell that only a fitting stage such as this could provide. The land was fertile with starvation and ripe with disease. Men, women and children with the feral disregard of death blessed with the technology of a century ahead.

Goddamn this country.