We're all living in Grand Central Station. Watching people who assume they are important hustle around with their briefcases and shoulder bags.
We are constantly introduced to new sickness and new cures. Our deaths are mocked by life, our paranoid existence is marred by plagues and we try to find retroactive cures.
"Label me I'll label you"
Win or lose, kill or be killed. It's fucking cutthroat (with AK's.)
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