all the good people are dead and only the monsters they raised remain along with an unfathomable amount of immigrants none of either group having any real morals or compass to aim for which is leading towards an age of aristocracy that has not been seen for perhaps eons which is likewise heralded by a climax in impotence and incompetence the writing is on the walls that disaster is ahead and perhaps the worst kind of fate one in which nothing ever happens besides this exact continuation with minor changes an isolated world segregated by each individual utterly hopeless in total disarray dreaming of better times as they stare into a digital screen and try to ignore the real world for just a few minutes at least.
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