Everything is dumb.
Everyone is dumb!
Dumb. Just dumb! Nothing will ever not be dumb again.
I'm just here, sipping my warm, old Orange Joe. On the dirt, watching as everything dumb crumbles in front of me.
Everything falling apart. Isn't that just swell?
Even the buildings that were once the strongest thing to me.
Even my old home, now infested.
Even that sword I always carried around, even though it was pretty much too heavy for me.
Even any joy or hope I had left.
Even him.
(... Woah, calm your edgy horses.)
If you're reading this, you're lucky to be alive. Very lucky. There's pretty much no one alive on this planet anymore.
Just them, and maybe a few thousand survivors.
This world is messed up.
Really.
I remember when I would watch these alien movies on tv, curling up on the sofa when I was little. I liked those movies. The aliens were just little adorable and green, slimy guys with a lemon-shaped void eye-thingies.
I thought I knew. We thought we knew.
All of it was the dumb aliens. They did all of this.
I'm pretty sure of that, at least.
But I'm so sure that it was them who made my life a living Tartarus.
How did I get here?
It's a long story. A very long one.
Buckle up, kids. This is going to be a long ride.
