In a world built upon the bones of our future, there are those who look into the darkness. They see the coming of our end, and with their last futile breath, they cry out "Party time!". The Piranha guzzle smash by the bottle and revel in the humanity they found at the end of history... and if they cripple a corp while they're at it, all the better. So get your guns and your choombattas, it's time to rager, rager against the dying of the light.
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