Genocide in our fucking minds.
Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2018 8:46 pm
It had seemed like forever since Survival of the Fittest had entered my mind, after the initial exit of the guards that where there in the following weeks of the accident the game seemed distant, irrelevant, fake? No, perhaps those weren't the right words, because there was no doubt that these where real people, but it was all just a bit to eerie, it was easier for us as a society to distance ourselves from the tragedy, Adam Dodd? An illusion, most likely sent back to Canada to attempt to rebuild his now shattered life, but really, how much did any of us care about Survival of the Fittest? How many of us wasted our time being obsessed with it? Nobody that mattered did, nobody who had a brain did, but it was evident what the purpose of SOTF was...to desensitize the American people to violence and rape. For they had been raping our pockets for years in virtual economic serfdom and it was only a matter of time before they started annihilating the only thing we held dear...our children! A punch in the face to us from the ruling class of this country, a virtual pimp slap upon the materialistic whore that was the American people!
But, conspiracy theories could be done at a later date, what was important was that we as a people had been trained to push the less hospitable and happy parts of the current world aside as they grabbed us by the balls and twisted with such vigor that it brought tears the most powerful country in the world (if of course said country wasn't behind it, in which Caitlin would be hard pressed to disagree with you, all sources of government are behind their own tragedies, especially when the lives of 120 kids -a virtually limitless resource- is the only thing that they sacrifice). And while said scheme grabbed us by the balls we where more focused upon a genocide in Darfur. FUCK GENOCIDE IN DARFUR! Genocide in our motherfucking minds! So, as we distanced ourselves from bullshit and this creature of oppression grabbed us by the balls it immediately came forward and took another group of kids...will we desensitize our youth now? Sell them a t-shirt? Have the very lives of the children participating put on t-shirts and used as some sort of demented bread and circus towards the masses?! Was my life not worth that much? Was the life of my peers not worth that much? What of the lives of the countless military men that will be executed to support this lie, does that not mean anything?!
The American people answered all these questions one year ago, the only thing our lives meant was the 19.95 that the shirts and sports drinks with our faces on sold for.
One would not describe how it felt to be awoken by a gunshot only around fifty yards ahead of you, one could not describe how odd it felt to get up soaked in your own sweat as if a constant night mare had been playing over and over again. The kind of nightmare that you run super slow in, but everyone else runs like fucking super saiyans? Yeah, that type of nightmare, however unlike super saiyans which just wanted the dragon balls, her own peers where running after her and their intention was to kill her. A bloody corpse lieing naked on the rugged floor of the cliffs, Caitlin however wasn't naked and this was much to her dismay to be honest. Not that she was some sort of exhibitionist or some nudist freak, but that she was wearing a fucking sweater vest, a long white sleeved Oxford shirt, and leg warmers, all of which where practically soaked in her own sweat.
Upon realizing this she instinctually went to remove the sweater vest only to look down and put it on right afterwards, it was right then that she realized how much she had sweated, in which her white dress shirt was soaked through entirely. She visibly sighed as she looked around, being seen topless in front of someone who had just fired a shotgun would not be the high point of her day, although perhaps considering the situation, it would be.
"Well at least I'm thinking positive..." she muttered to herself, before deciding that embarrassment was a small price to pay for not walking around in smelly clothes soaked to the bone in her own sweat.
"Can you help me?"
"Of course not you smell like a pig!"
After looking around briefly to see if anyone was there she noticed a boy laying down, a naked boy? How odd, how small, how fucking weird?! Of course she could not see the boys head, which either meant that he had a condition that made him have the head of a bowling ball or...
"The reason as to why I was awoken from my slumber and my hopes for just sleeping till this place became a danger zone is revealed..." she said rather disappointedly. SOTF had done it's effect on her, she was desensitized, and being desensitized only served to make her more angry, she was a victim to society, the one thing in which she feared.
Before approaching the body she felt like there was a need to equip herself, and it was then that she decided to go to her back, unzipping it however only lead to the exposure of two two foot long sticks. They where thick, but could they do damage?
"Non-fatal, unless of course I was a member of the LAPD..." she mused to herself, as she approached the body it came into view that it was headless, most likely from result to a gun shot wound to the head (probably a shotgun) and that of course the boy was naked, with pieces of suit and clothes being ripped off , of course what disgusted her more was the bloody patches that where obviously missing skin...ripped off in a feral matter, like a cat or a cougar.
Looking at the boys privates you would assume a catholic cougar...
She thought to herself instinctually before poking the boy with her stick.
But, conspiracy theories could be done at a later date, what was important was that we as a people had been trained to push the less hospitable and happy parts of the current world aside as they grabbed us by the balls and twisted with such vigor that it brought tears the most powerful country in the world (if of course said country wasn't behind it, in which Caitlin would be hard pressed to disagree with you, all sources of government are behind their own tragedies, especially when the lives of 120 kids -a virtually limitless resource- is the only thing that they sacrifice). And while said scheme grabbed us by the balls we where more focused upon a genocide in Darfur. FUCK GENOCIDE IN DARFUR! Genocide in our motherfucking minds! So, as we distanced ourselves from bullshit and this creature of oppression grabbed us by the balls it immediately came forward and took another group of kids...will we desensitize our youth now? Sell them a t-shirt? Have the very lives of the children participating put on t-shirts and used as some sort of demented bread and circus towards the masses?! Was my life not worth that much? Was the life of my peers not worth that much? What of the lives of the countless military men that will be executed to support this lie, does that not mean anything?!
The American people answered all these questions one year ago, the only thing our lives meant was the 19.95 that the shirts and sports drinks with our faces on sold for.
One would not describe how it felt to be awoken by a gunshot only around fifty yards ahead of you, one could not describe how odd it felt to get up soaked in your own sweat as if a constant night mare had been playing over and over again. The kind of nightmare that you run super slow in, but everyone else runs like fucking super saiyans? Yeah, that type of nightmare, however unlike super saiyans which just wanted the dragon balls, her own peers where running after her and their intention was to kill her. A bloody corpse lieing naked on the rugged floor of the cliffs, Caitlin however wasn't naked and this was much to her dismay to be honest. Not that she was some sort of exhibitionist or some nudist freak, but that she was wearing a fucking sweater vest, a long white sleeved Oxford shirt, and leg warmers, all of which where practically soaked in her own sweat.
Upon realizing this she instinctually went to remove the sweater vest only to look down and put it on right afterwards, it was right then that she realized how much she had sweated, in which her white dress shirt was soaked through entirely. She visibly sighed as she looked around, being seen topless in front of someone who had just fired a shotgun would not be the high point of her day, although perhaps considering the situation, it would be.
"Well at least I'm thinking positive..." she muttered to herself, before deciding that embarrassment was a small price to pay for not walking around in smelly clothes soaked to the bone in her own sweat.
"Can you help me?"
"Of course not you smell like a pig!"
After looking around briefly to see if anyone was there she noticed a boy laying down, a naked boy? How odd, how small, how fucking weird?! Of course she could not see the boys head, which either meant that he had a condition that made him have the head of a bowling ball or...
"The reason as to why I was awoken from my slumber and my hopes for just sleeping till this place became a danger zone is revealed..." she said rather disappointedly. SOTF had done it's effect on her, she was desensitized, and being desensitized only served to make her more angry, she was a victim to society, the one thing in which she feared.
Before approaching the body she felt like there was a need to equip herself, and it was then that she decided to go to her back, unzipping it however only lead to the exposure of two two foot long sticks. They where thick, but could they do damage?
"Non-fatal, unless of course I was a member of the LAPD..." she mused to herself, as she approached the body it came into view that it was headless, most likely from result to a gun shot wound to the head (probably a shotgun) and that of course the boy was naked, with pieces of suit and clothes being ripped off , of course what disgusted her more was the bloody patches that where obviously missing skin...ripped off in a feral matter, like a cat or a cougar.
Looking at the boys privates you would assume a catholic cougar...
She thought to herself instinctually before poking the boy with her stick.