Masks Part 4: Captain Chaos
A shadow of a man is seen on top of a building, but barely, against the dark sky and barely lit streets of Yuma, the man oversees the street and the people walking to and fro along the street. It is me. I am a commander of anarchy, the bringer of true justice in this world. I am Captain Chaos.
People have asked me what I see in this world. In this nation. I see fat, decrepit people living unnatural lives, too unfit for survival in true Darwinism and because of the fight to keep every being surviving in these conditions the world is overrun and there is little incentive to be one of the strong. Instead people are strong in intellect, in artistry, in eating, in having personality disorders, and being protected in an entire liberal sense where otherwise no one would care and their ridiculous problems would eventually be wiped out in natural selection. How does any of this benefit the world? So what if we know how molecules work that doesnt put food in starving, but formerly able-bod