








By the MILLENNIAL CELEBRATION of the UKRAINE WAR, all the lands are salted. The sky is a deep purple and the lands grow no food. Birds do not sing, there is no bling. Cottage folk, eating cheese curds, gird themselves for the final onslaught of the GRUMPTIAN ROBOTS and what’s left of HUMANITY is WATCHING the BOOTY …
Terrified SPACE TROOPERS are digging trenches on PLANET JOOB, where lubed up yorg-virgins generate protein mix for the fixer friends and the mutant anime birds …
LORD TUNSTALL of the GALACTIC ALLIANCE sends one last assault on the UKIES who are holding up in the caves with the tunnel-rabbis.
They have only 6 million seconds of food left …
It’s a SHOAH, a holocaust.
(for the love of God)
Odds of Survival (2015, revised 2016): based on a conversation from 10 years ago.
Link: https://planetarystatusreport.com/pdf/20160729_Odds_Of_Survival.pdf
