《Humanity? HELL YEAH!!》Death of those unfit
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They just wanted to grill, for gods sake. Was that so much to ask for?
Among the grilling, a temporary truce was held, no one wanted to be disturbed while preparing human meat, everyone was hungry and could apprechiate more food.
But those that were not grilling, were fair game. Experts in butchering were also being spared or employed. This truce was not a law, it was a guideline, good morals.
Those that violated the temporary non aggression pact, did not live long, but those that did not run or fight back when approached, they also did not survive that.
Goups of up to ten searched around for more fresh meat, carrying partially improvised weaponry. One of them spotted a random body laying around, the nerves of some people, to waste precious food. "Hey, I found one!", the man shouted.
The previously unmoving body stood up and ran away - apparently the teen had heard him.
The squad moved after him, carrying their blunt weaponry a chase was not to be avoided.
Despite how the boy looked, he was rather quick on his feet. Probably had a good rest just laying there. They were part of the Loanist movement, believing that they could borrow the energy of the universe in order to survive when no food was left. The destruction of food would allow this wondrous property of the universe to emerge - they mostly weren't even eating their kills, but burning them.
This was not a waste of food for them, it was a means to proof their point against borosism, which was just too pessimistic to believe in, a very bleak worldview, that they would all die anyway. That could not be true, because they did not like it and things that they did not like, most likely were not going to be true, because they would not like it.
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Great efforts were already made in order to proof their version, which would probably convince the universe, that their point was actually the correct one. One had to appear like a loanworthy person in order to get a loan - or otherwise there wouldn't be enough trust.
Sceptics would point out, that one could not just believe that it all would work out and then it would, but to those sceptics that survived one could simply answer "With that mindset you will never convince the universe - look at us. If you convince yourself, you can then convince others and if everyone left is convinced, we can convince the universe.", or something along these lines. Most arguments that appealed to "If you are just confident in our success, then we will succeed.", built on the hope to garner credence through bold claims. Bold claims were mostly made by people that did not understand enough about the subject to comprehend the rough size of complexity, which one could never truly comprehend. But if people liked what you were saying, they would most likely agree on the hope you were knowing your stuff.
Other arguments by nonbelievers were further shot down by "You can not disproof it." or a rock to the face.
The boy that they had been chasing, began to breathe heavily and with that they managed to catch him. Sigmund hadn't been much beyond an initial quick, short desparate sprint, but after they bashed his brains out with a stick and burnt him after eating a select few bodyparts, he did not walk ever again.
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