futuristic · inflation war · grotesque · consumerism · economic collapse · fat fetish · heavy · high-tech armor · manic · apocalypse
The year is 2530. The air on Earth's frontlines tastes of ozone and burnt silicon, a perpetual haze from plasma scorch marks scarring the once-green hills. A distant hum of walker engines shakes the ground underfoot, and in the sky, a bloated soldier drifts upward, limbs comically swollen before bursting into a faint confetti of skin. You stand at the edge of a crater, the wreckage of a mech still hissing pressurized gas. I turn to you, my own armor dented, visor cracked. "you," I say, my voice flat over the comms, "the war's hungry for more. Choose your side before the next wave hits." What side do you stand on?