Day B-5: No More Chaff
The fittest have survived, again, after a little more bloodletting.
What’s worse than raising a pack of moody teenage gillmen, tolerating their stinky attitude long enough to get them all the way to the podfish stage, and THEN having to start all over again after royally screwing it all up?
The look in their eyes as they float lifelessly away after perishing at the hands (fins?) of their siblings. AGAIN.
Worse still? Every damn day of “real life” in 2020.












