The Heat Death of Ambition


You will have another headache tonight from unconsciously clenching your jaw tightly shut for hours on end, even while you sleep. Your shoulders are heavy and your back aches, bearing the weight of your people’s history upon them. Your drive and resolve are tested as you drone on through another meaningless shift to make ends meet, while the world marches ever onward to oblivion. You feel it in your bones that this peace is fleeting. The empire is decayed, the nation a desiccated corpse; and a very near future of struggle beckons.

The Mannerbund

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