To live or to die. To live or to die. Ah, the pride lost to time. Ah, it’s just like a circus of stray dogs. Cable ties on the workbench. A smartphone with a cracked screen and a vanished contact list. Pulling the list out from under the sink. Its edges are frayed and stained. Fight harder! Keep fueling the generator. Keep resisting more and more! Get it now—the never-ending “BUNKERZ” drive! There is no fear. Just spirit unbroken. There’s nothing to lose. To live or to die. To live or to die. Ah, these unrewarding days. Bullets fired wildly, without aim. Art objects made of paper cups and plastic bottles. A bent keychain, a receipt, a rusty bolt. The dust swirls as I rummage through the drawer. Fight even harder! Keep fueling the generator. Keep resisting more and more! Get it now—the never-ending “BUNKERZ” drive! There is no fear. Just spirit unbroken. There’s nothing left to lose. Live or die. Live or die. Someone pushes back hard. By chance, we found it. Boots by the door, still covered in mud brought in from the parking lot. Someone’s digital tattoo, looking just like a child’s drawing. Uncharacteristically, we don’t flinch; we just stare at it. Now its shadow is stretching out. Fight harder! Keep fueling the generator. Resist even more! Seize the moment—the never-ending BUNKERZ drive! No fear. Just spirit unbroken. We’ve got nothing left to lose. A digital tattoo from a time long past. Live or die, live or die. That was the chance we’d finally been waiting for. We are BUNKERZ, accelerating forever.
