I stand in a cold room. A cold, twisted room, the unfortunate room chosen to be infested with the sickness that has become the final stage of humanity.  Cords and wires encircle the room like a tourniquet, electrical signals indecipherable but their purpose all too well understood. The machine, ever hulking, ever grand, lies against the wall of the room, shoddily constructed at its very … Continue reading “Meat Grinder”