|
"Drink up beautiful; I spiked your cup with angst and a heart attack. I've got so much trapped, I figured you might like some back."
Population control. Someone has to do it. If you have too many wolves, the bunnies die. If you kill all the wolves, you're going to have a crapload of bunnies. By bunnies, we mean "stupid people".
This is why he is here. He has no name, but he knows what he must do. While it is not the greatest of jobs, it is what the gods have fortold him to do. The truths lie within him. And they will forever remain unseen.
|
|