20190706

Day 1,764

It started with dolphins getting caught in fishing nets, plastic straws in a turtle's nose and it gradually snowballed into uncleanable oil spills that engulfed entire oceans. Every beach looked volcanic and iridescent under a sun that only grew hotter every day.

Further inland people began waking up tangled in old shopping bags and food wrappers, trawler nets wrapped around their legs and cutting deep into their legs. It took mere hours before some influencer tried to call it fashion, badly editing the trail of blood they left behind in their latest daily vlog.

It grew worse as the days progressed, as food grew scarce and the rain came down blacker than coal. People were suffocating in their sleep - lungs full of plastic that was fresh from the factory, mould growing out of their eyes and mouths in thick green clumps, broken bed springs puncturing their backs.

This was the end of days and there would be no survivors, the world had given up fighting back and was now embracing every corrupted piece of the filth that humanity had spawned. Our creations were turning against us and not just driving us to the brink of extinction - they were shoving us headfirst into absolute oblivion.

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