“But the more I think about it, the more I think PC words are a crock of shit. If I want to describe something using a stupid word, I should.”

“But the more I think about it, the more I think PC words are a crock of shit. If I want to describe something using a stupid word, I should.”

“It was a brave old world.”

“Winter arrived with December, and the world continued to suffer the loss of the Internet and most forms of communication. Supply chains were disrupted. The only mass form of personal communication was the letter, and postal workers were having their worst year ever, as they were actually meeded. Food was becoming scarcer and more expensive, as was fuel for vehicles and heating. Major cities experienced riots on a regular basis, spurred on by religious fervor and want. Civilization was on the brink of collapse.”

“But the more I think about it, the more I think PC words are a crock of shit. If I want to describe something using a stupid word, I should.”

“To live for the hope of something isn’t really living at all, and so, like a child putting away its toys and picking up a tool, he marched to Lyca’s bathroom, to shower off the stench of failure, soap up the death of hope, then wash away the ashes of his love for Daphne.”

“People who have so much of their personality invested in the Internet can’t really survive as whole individuals without it.”