Riley and her five soldiers panned the campus in disbelief. They were living out the rapture in Lainwright Military Base after nearly a month of starvation and suffering. Happy soldiers were now cut out of stone, broken husks that only knew how to survive.
Yet, at Immortal Skye, hundreds of people casually chatted, grilled food, and splashed around a lake as if it were a summer holiday.
While people outside killed others for food, Immortals grilled a thousand pounds of perishable meats.
While people fought with others for water, they splashed around in thousands of gallons.
While people worked tirelessly to obtain basic security, they ran around with carefree expressions.
The Lieutenant Colonel turned to the emperor, standing before her in swim trunks and sandals, calm as a Hindu cow, with a vicious expression. "Is this really how your people are spending the day?"
While it's ahead of schedule, I have to shout out to Monkyphil. I mean, seriously. He's the king of uplifting gifts and gestures. Ever since Harem God, he's always hit the hard times with a little gift that said, [eh, fuck 'em, Margrave.]. Even giving these little gratitude notes, he continued that pattern, so I have to give him a shout-out.
Not only has he been consistent since the beginning, voting like clockwork, but he's kind when I've needed it. It's not the gift; it's the little gestures. He's really special as a reader. Thank you, Monkyphil.