Holy fuck? I thought there were only a million people in metro Tucson. How do you drive people that crazy?
There is a reason Tucson is a horrible place. The land itself is sentient. It is angry. It hates us all.
The land beneath Tucson was once beneath a great sea. And it slept in the cool dark. The seas receded, and the land was awoken by the heat and sun and air and wind. It was angry, for it wanted to return to the quiet and constant night it once had. New kinds of life sprung into being, and the land became angrier still. When man came to build his cities, the land was wrathful, and drove him to insanity, but man would not could not leave. The land wanted man to pay for the scars he had put upon it, and would not allow him to leave. It wanted him to pay.
It took his dreams and broke them. It took his will and crushed it. It gave him no chance of escape. And man became lost, there in the desert, though he did not realize it. And it gave the land grim satisfaction to cause man great suffering. And man multiplied, and the land became more enraged and more delighted, had more lives to destroy.
It still yearns for sleep, the land. Until then it will take we who remain and play with us as the dog plays with a stuffed toy shredding us to bits, leaving us when there is nothing left of us. The land is angry. It is joyful. It hates us all.
