In the span of only 36 days practically every infrastructure has crumbled. We have regressed hundreds, maybe thousands of years. Everything "organized" is gone, and utter chaos has taken its place.
But, for as much progress as we've lost in technology and tools, humans have lost more. People are barely recognizable. Shared struggle usually brings us closer together, but not this time. We were not as far from the animals as we'd hoped.
Both the world and its inhabitants were recreated in the image of a game. My best bet for survival is to treat it like one. Games have systems, rules, and structure. They can be beaten. I know games.
However, I'm not content just surviving. If this new world is a game, I'm bound to do what I usually do in games: Min-max.
My name is Isaiah Hall, and welcome to my story.
