The Year is 2035

[EXTREME SUBHUMAN]

The year is 2035, month April and day 9th. I am typing this from my bunker at 6:32pm. I don't know if anyone else is alive so this message may fall on deaf ears, but I will give it a shot. I am currently being hunted by the government and my area is being patrolled by Chad cyborgs. My supplies are running low, I have not ate in 3 days now and I have only 1 Litre left of water. I am afraid I will have to leave this bunker and venture off to the surface world. This can be the death of me, but I have no choice. Last time I attempted this I barely made it out alive and now they know I am in this area. The security will be much tigher and they are shoot to kill now. I have no time left to spare. I am losing strength fast and I need to make a move. I may be The Last Incel Standing

 

[FastBananaCEO]

 

[incelconspiracy]

I turn 69 in 2035. Hopefully slavery is law and I have enough energy left to purchase a few negroes!