Where I Fit in a World of Monsters
In-between the moral grays? Humanity isn’t some precious thing to be coddled and cherished, even if I came from such beginnings. The world is dying, and not because of cow farts, asses. Humans over bread, over feed, and mass murder on the daily; leaving in their wake ocean dead zones, chemical ridden lakes and rivers, and are quickly destroying Gaia’s forests. So they need to be culled, need to be reared in, and absolutely controlled; and the Hand promises to do that and so much more.