Slaves Of The Cone Empire
They came in the dead of night, when we were all fast asleep in our beds. They came out of the mist, shrouded in vapour, silently filling the streets. Those few who saw their arrival, merely shrugged and carried on into the night. They thought nothing of these insidious invaders, so innocently emerging across the nation.
When we awoke the next day we found ourselves slaves of the cone empire. Unable to drive anywhere, hemmed in, trapped by the nefarious orange and white foot soldiers of this conical tyranny. Food supplies began to run out as people were unable to drive to out of town super markets. Starved and desperate, families began to turn on themselves, and cannibalism ran rife throughout the country. The political system collapsed and we descended into anarchy. The streets were wild, and life became nasty, brutish and short.
The cones had utterly defeated us in a single night.
Now, weeks later, as I huddle in my cold study, trying to ignore the desperate cries of the hungry and maimed who stalk the streets outside, I can’t help but wonder. I wonder at how easily we were defeated. I wonder…
…I wonder why no-one thought to just move the damn cones.