i crushed a potato. without remorse. it had no choice. neither did i. it needed to be crushed, it bled everywhere. like nothing i've ever seen. blood everywhere.
the feral ascendent is a vivid account of everything that is wrong. and exactly that, because you can assume that nothing is right. if things were already right, the writer would only humor us with fiction. that is not the case. the feral ascendent is very much a work of non-fiction, i assure you.
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