@becomedeath asked: where are we going?
What are you but an empty shell? Some creature has devoured you, gnawed out your inner self. A beat is taken as nimble fingers find themselves fidgeting with the thinning straps of a backpack. No, you are quite more than that.
Not an empty shell, but a vessel: a vessel to be utilized to the highest extent of divinity. God has a plan for you. “Green-Busch Fertilizer Company.” Ironic, you think. You allow a laugh to escape your lips, but it’s quickly taken back. “There’s an outpost out that way... I reckon they feel at home surrounded by shit.”












