Empty shells of life flux from the netherworld of the balckened abyss, truly a tragedy sought after by rich hogs with wishes of granduer and pleasure of the underaged kind. Our city, our world, fallen victim to the mediocrity that plagues this and every other nation. Seems to get our point across one must win a prize from the clawmachine of life and death. Sad goats cry, then mutilate their young.