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THIS SUMMER....
Perhaps you've seen it, maybe in a dream.
A mutty, forgotten land.
A place where burgers may mend your ailing tummy.
You will lose everything...
... once Branded.
*BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA*
The symbol of the mutt.
An augur of darkness.
Your past. Your future. Your very white.
None will have meaning, and you won't even care.
By then, you'll be something other than human.
A thing that feeds on genes.
A mongrel.
Long ago, in a walled off land, far to the north, a great ally built a great corporatocracy.
I believe they called it America.
Perhaps you're familiar.
No, how could you be.
But one day, you will stand before its decrepit sharting aisle.
Without really knowing why...
Like a moth drawn to a flame.
Your heritage will burn in anguish.
Time after time.
For that is your fate.
The fate of the mutt.