Cresting the pile of tires I see the chain link fence of the Feastables Repository, true to the coordinates I received from Beast HQ before the bombs fell. I take a sip of my canteen. It tastes like battery acid. What used to be a rat watches me. I can hear more of them.

[–] Evilsandwichman@hexbear.net 21 points 6 days ago (1 children)

What used to be a rat watches me

Asmongold still sticking around I see

[–] GenderIsOpSec@hexbear.net 7 points 6 days ago (1 children)

this is a horrid insult to rats angery

asmonmold is a cockroach and thus very capable of surviving a nuclear holocaust tyvm

[–] Collatz_problem@hexbear.net 3 points 6 days ago* (last edited 6 days ago)

Synanthropic cockroaches wouldn't survive a nuclear apocalypse. They are very vulnerable to cold, so nuclear winter and humans dying and stopping heating their homes will kill them very quickly.

[–] 666@lemmygrad.ml 9 points 6 days ago

I remember what things were like before, too. The friends we used to call our own, my loving family and what little I could remember of someone I used to call my wife. I remember her soft lips, the color of her eyes, sometimes, when I sleep and her hair that carried the faint scent of almonds with her. These days, more and more of those memories are replaced by the routine of struggle and daily survival underneath these crimson skies, growing darker each and each day as the Feastable™ Front™ grew closer to the city...what was left of it anyways until The Feast™.

The crops have withered, the animals have died and people collapse from the exhaustion of just living. It's been years since I've seen a cat or a dog or even any mosquitoes in what feels like this never-ending summer. Yet as the Earth and her spoils are consumed by our new self-proclaimed deity, The Beast™, we can only keep praying for a rogue orbital-drop of Feastables™. An act of pity, but of a reminder of their divine might in the form of Drippy™ Cheese™ that we sustain ourselves to live on.

With no cows and no farms how does the Feastables™ cheese get so drippy? These days, the only question that mankind can ask the gods born out of their gluttony and greed.