Xander Mason

The Bluffs

A desolate Wasteland. “The Bluffs”. Home to the remaining few. Homey to none.

I’ve grown numb to the insanity that surrounds me. Everyday people leading end of day lives. Fighting with, killing, and lying to anything that breathes, or worse, thinks. Survival is essential. Anxiety is rampant throughout our collapsing kingdom. The causation; perversion of common courtsey.

Hence, I propose a toast. Guzzle some gasoline, strike a match, ignite a passion for controlled chaos. This is a terrific ride, and I’m so thankful to share this ride along my coterie.

Sincerely,

Vincent Z.