Jonah couldn't help but sigh as he took in the mass of corpses and gore before him.
Wasn't this supposed to be fun?
Having hundreds of people answer your beck-n-call, never questioning it, never displaying it, and worshiping you like God all the while.
All your needs fulfilled by ants that worked and operated beneath you not a though beside you in their minds.
That's what the documentaries and interviews made it seem like, paradise and fun for one, hell for others.
Jonah however found it couldn't be further from the truth, it was helish to keep track of, and make over 300 people stay in line for a prolonged period of time, especially in such a direct and personal manner.
The daily speeches, the weekly ritual, the constant annoyance, it was all just to taxing.
So he eventually decided to end his little experiment and next thing the near 300 people, or ex-peolle, thought that had accended to the next plain.
"Idiots..."
Getting up from his chair Johna walked over to one of the tables, the table that held his most loyal believers corpse.
Hunched over and laying still, blood dripping from her orifices and into the tablecloth creating a small pool of blood.
What was her name again?
Jonah pondered for a moment and then shook his head, it didn't really matter anyway.
In the grand sceem of things she was just another spec of dust in the uncaring reality of the universe that felt she had purpose.
And so she died just like all the others who though themselves purposed, pitifully and uselessly.
Reaching around her Jonah grabbed the small wooden cup they lay by her side, it's remaining contents spilled out.
He observed it for a moment before throwing it to the side, it held no importance to him, it existed solely due to the fact he wished to do nothing for these pigs.
So he had instructed them to create their own utensils and kitchenware out of whatever they could find, same went for all the other furniture in the mess tent, as well as mess tent itself.
Witu nothing left to do he began wading his way through the assortment of tables and bodies strewn about in the tent making a quick exit.
After all there was no reason to stick around and possibly get sick, and he certainly had no reason to bury the bodies.
He would simply burn the camp down and make a re-entrecnce into society.
It wouldn't even be that hard either he had kept up with current trends, and politics via what little internet he got out here with his portable antenna.