Let Them Whimper

<p><strong style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(67 67 67 1)>The end of the world has begun. If I were you I'd take my valuable time and attention elsewhere.</strong></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(67 67 67 1)>As you well know Earth is running low on kindness and shame and air. Why put yourself in the shoes of others when surely you recognize everything revolves around you and you alone? Besides the people populating this essentially meaningless plot are frivolous ants simply not worth their weight in words. </span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(67 67 67 1)>Believe me I should know. </span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(67 67 67 1)>Certainly not the twins at the heart of the matter of all things Apocalypse Calvin and Trent who soon must decide what-or rather whom-they're willing to sacrifice in order to delay your world's dying gasps. Definitely not the high school principal Gary Mustafa whose hyperfixation on balloons will leave your mind only loosely tethered to your head. Then there's Love and Yew the former a government hacker and ex-reality TV star the latter a psychedelic therapist who thinks she's better than you. The less said about these two women the better. </span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(67 67 67 1)>And don't even get me started on the writer.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(67 67 67 1)>So go on-get away from here. Let these silly ants fizzle under the magnifying glass of the Apocalypse they summone</span><span style=color: rgba(67 67 67 1)>d</span><span style=color: rgba(67 67 67 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>. You'll find no world-ending bangs here but I bet you can already hear them whimpering.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(67 67 67 1)>Let them. </span></p><p><br></p>