Perhaps because he recognized how little power he truly had to change the world, he lashed out against it. He began to hate the mega corporations and their unending greed that had blotted out the skies and choked out the forests. He began to despise all those people that had sacrificed the beautiful world around them just for a little bit of convenience. He ended up with no friends, only acquaintances, and he felt himself an empty soul in an empty shell, working every day to live and yet never truly living.
Re: Level 100 Farmer
Fantasy · John_Doever
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