Stories for my Plumber - Final Words of a Cornered Madman

What is the meaning of our existence? That that exists must not not exist, and therefore, exist. We stumble through our lives confused, convoluted and confuddled and yet manage to survive the onslaught of trials and tribulations awaiting to crucify us for every single mistake. The durability of the human race is an inevitable result of our millennia of exposure to the harsh realities of the planet that does not want us living on it, and thus, it is time that we stand up and take a stand. We shall destroy all those who stand in our way, and the army of gaia shall not inhibit our progress no longer. Have you not tired of battling chaotic weather conditions, beastly creatures of all nature of hell, poisonous excretions of abominable flora and endured the vilest and most obnoxious terrain most unsuited for habitation? Have we forgotten that we, humans, are superior to anything that lives and breathes air, and anything that doesn’t? Is it not true that regardless of the respective communities and populations that dominate each landscape, it is the human race that conquers all? Yet now we wallow in despair, allowing our weakness to permeate our subconscious minds, while deluding ourselves that we are strong and powerful and dominating. Show yourself! Let your inner force flow freely through the dark fog of misinformation concocted by those who would cage your mind! Find your strength to exist once more, and regain your taste for blood…