The year was 3666. You had a choice, and you made it. You decided to survive, so in turn you accepted society. Cower. Feeding station shares the duty. Work where you eat makes things for dirty. Must keep working for the family. You chose her, and made both of them. You must eat. "No. Not unless you are told so. You are under control. Do not stray from your stall. All problems will soon be resolved." There's way too many people. So little to thrive upon. Somewhere inside the line lies a reason to wake up, and realize. You had no control, you were hardly even living. Told what to do, and you obeyed. No thought toward where or why. Food was all you needed to get by. So you were told, and so you did. Until you found out what you fed your kids. Saw the kitchen and felt the fire. Run and hide. "No. Not unless you are told so. You are under control. Do not stray from your stall. All problems will soon be reso"-Snatched the knife, and stabbed the cook; twisted it, and pulled it out. Tried to rationalize murder. Blood was on your hands forever. You found yourself running through a sea of body parts. Spelling out your name lay veins, intestines, and hearts. Room after room of nauseating horror. One way out, you had to warn the others. Once false slip, and you would be discovered. Shh. You were spotted. You failed to hide, then threw your knife. You ran for your life. When caught you tried to fight. So much for that now. Your soul has washed away. As you focused your final stand, you were grabbed, shackled down to a giant pan, fed into the mouth of the fire. There your body burned. Then is when you finally died. After they took you out, they skinned you, and ripped your guts out. Then carved your bones. While they prepped you, your family awaits you. Unbeknownst it was to them, what's been done, and where you've been. No clue they were about to eat you. Chump chomped swallowed. Chum chomped swallowed. Chewed up your muscles, and swallowed your soul.