A man reads the news of this break on his shigawire paper. “Huh that sucks,” he says, desensitized. “Still not the worst thing to happen this year” he muses to himself. He turns to get back into the food line, the zombie apocalypse on distant Terra already forgotten.
It’s the year 30,000. God-Emperor George Washington moans to life and leads Earth to war against the rest of the universe.
A man reads the news of this break on his shigawire paper. “Huh that sucks,” he says, desensitized. “Still not the worst thing to happen this year” he muses to himself. He turns to get back into the food line, the zombie apocalypse on distant Terra already forgotten.
Washington wakes up… “My slaves… Where are my slaves!!! I need to recapture them…” [Heads north]