The monotonous routine of living is something that all humans have to come to terms with. A bleak and heartbreaking reality that every day bleeds into one giant smear in time, fading out as the Timer runs down. Overlooked by billions as it finally hits zero… This dear listener is where the true fun begins. 

Mother Earth lay in wait for many years for this very moment, she had finally gathered enough energy from the greedy flesh bags that roamed her crust. Hacking and taking and wasting the space that would soon no longer be theirs to pillage. The cement jungles that had quickly tried to overtake her beautiful forests and sprawling landscapes, puncturing into the earth and allowing the Flesh bags to spread and multiply would be taken care of first. Reclaimed in the name of the Mother.