▼I eat mice for breakfast
We're just skins and bones and masses of meat. It's not difficult to imagine a day in the perhaps not so far of future, where dystopia reigns. I mean, it has happened before right? In the 1940s. Just a mere 70 years ago. We are complacent. We are falling back. We're getting no further than we were before.
Read 1984.
Battle Royale.
Hunger Games.
Etc.
What do they foretell? A world where killing is necessary. It's a fight for your life. You'll either kill or get killed.
Brutal bloodfest. Oh my gosh. I'm creeping myself out. Hey, life isn't as innocent as we suspect. Death isn't the end. Oh my gosh, I'm really creeping myself out. Dangers lurk.
We had better be prepared.
Oh my gosh, I'm seriously scaring me.
