[ WP ] Every day people act as they do when they think the world is going to end

I hate my job. Whether it's untangling the nooses or the incessant looters, work sucks. I remember when it started. I was 6 at the time, the *cause* they called it. It was this big news story my stupid parents would always play on the plasma wall. This cult in Saskatchewan made the sacrament to end all sacraments. That was the start of Addosteria. Allegedly it began with a special blend of biker speed, LSD, PCP, mandrake and peyote. And that's when everything switched. At first it did n't bother me, it was nice to see people stand up for change. Addo was sweeping the world at this point. It was adopted by mass orgy goers in the early years. To get that `` fuck like the world is going to end'' vibe going, you know? After that it did n't take long for Addo to claim space in every bedside table in the country. They call us Pure. Those too consumed, those too exiled, those too satisfied and those too young to need such things. Before the *cause* Addo was being used during 80 % of all sexual acts performed around the world. It added urgency. 
 
 My mother always had a crush on Al Gore IV. One time we even drove all the way to Florida for one of his speeches. That was the year the *cause* started to spread. During his fathers time the *cause* was something called Global Warming. No one really talks about it anymore. Once the *cause* was met with urgency it could n't be stopped. They say it's the effect of some byproduct of the drugs metabolism. Regardless, Addo flicked a switch that we do n't know how to turn off. Addosteria was initially spread by word of mouth. Those actively using Addo could not resist the urgency of the *cause*. It's growth was heavily accelerated by social media and before we could do anything it was too late. 
 
 The *cause* provided weight. Soon doom haunted the weaker minded individuals. When the weight became too much to bear people just lost it. I'm glad I grew up pure. No one knows what goes through the mind of the Gloom. They say we all have to do our part to keep the world running. At least that's what dad always says. It does n't mean I do n't hate my job. They call me an illusioneer. It's all just a facade to keep the Gloom at bay. Providing nooses for the suicidal Glooms and letting the advantageous Glooms loot your shop. We all ignore the preachy ones, always going on about the end of the world. Dad said soon the weight of the *cause* will be too much for the gloom and the mass demonstration will occur. My father works for Kool-Aid. He says they are almost finished enough fruit punch laced with cyanide to finally end this. I ca n't wait to sleep again. One day the Gloom will drink the Kool-Aid, I think that's the day I quit my job.
