Those Up There Are Alive, Down Here We Are Already Dead

This harbor town is suffering. Bowing at the sides from years of unimpeded moisture. The pipes are swelling, cracking... Destroying the soil. There is no chance of saving the harvest. We are all going to starve this winter. Have you ever wondered what Human flesh tastes like? Have you ever wondered where our second chances went? There was no mention of this in the brochure. I want my fucking money back.