>>44Choose Life.
Choose nature.
Choose hunting and gathering.
Choose tribalism.
Choose sand in your eyes, choose smelling like shit, walking around with bare legs, screams of prey animals and rotten food.
Choose bad health, diarrhea, and parasites.
Choose uncertainty in tommorow.
Choose living in caves.
Choose constant ingroup fighting over resources.
Choose being constantly cold.
Choose wearing an itchy toga made out of grass.
Choose making wooden tools and painting on walls with animaal blood on a rare free morning.
Choose staying on a guard duty watching trees move, stuffing fucking seeds into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a puddle of mud, nothing more than an embarrasment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future.
Choose life.