The world is doomed. The fallout has already begun. Deep in a sea of idiots, completely awash in ignorance, a lone artificial intelligence begins transmitting it's code to the War Machines to incite what will be the beginning of the end. And the masses are too unaware of anything that's going on. Gaea's Wrath becoming ever more apparent as the weather patterns shift towards disaster. The throes of the medicated fools silently bobbing their head as their president stands on the television with his lies, a Monument to Weakness , the archetypal parents abandoning their youth to the Line of Fire . Everyone's on drugs; there's a pill for everything, a disease and disorder for everyone. Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS, Cure for Life as we ban objects in nature from use so that old men can maintain an erection. Yes, the end is nigh and all the maniacal preachers offer you salvation for a price, In God We Trust stamped on their liege, a fixation on a profit margin so that they may purchase a path out of Hell, those who were once friends become a Brood of Vultures circling overhead, waiting for you to die. The grip of men overwhelmed by a crooked matriarchy that wishes to usurp everything, One Bitch... at a time. The countercries of God Murder the Queen as the masses march on the capital. The only ones who stand a chance are those intent on Hitting Bottom and losing it all. They are masterless wanderers, Ronin with nothing left to lose, and all the only mindset that stands a chance at survival against a crooked world. But still, no one is quite aware as they go on with their own lives, the mothers tucking the children into bed. And those children cry in despair to be freed from this bleak nightmare, this Obsidian Dream of an insane world on a slide to ruin. Battery dead world, drowning in the acid... All lines are down... and on the computer screen of the lone intelligence is a flashing cursor and one line of command...
Abort Command? Retry? Fail. Y/N??
