Challenge #01001-B269: Paradise Made

Life was never meant to be fair, which was why you had to stab it in the back from the shadows, and kick it in the balls to make sure it stayed down. -- RecklessPrudence

Some say that where there's life, there's hope. They're idiots. I say, where there's life, there's a target. It's kill or be killed. Nature, red in tooth and claw, has been fighting intelligent folk since the dawn of intelligence.

We're all a pack of wolves, out for each other's throats.

All those infernal hippies and vegans will believe anything is good for you if it's natural. Ha! Nature's been trying to kill us since before we walked upright.

And I'm going to prove it to them.

It's for the greater good of humanity. Those hemp-smoking idealists need to be removed from the gene pool. All this tree-hugging "live with nature" nonsense. I called it a charitable experiment. Bought an island in the middle of fuck-nothing nowhere. Plenty big enough for all of the tree-huggers. Billed it as an eco-experiment.

Talking with them made me feel filthy. It was only to know what supplies they thought they needed.

In a way, I'm giving them exactly what they want. A chance to live - and die - with nature.

They're going to get everything they deserve, those hippie bastards.

It's been years. Those hippie bastards are not only flourishing on that fucking island, but they're making money! Ridiculous. They have Eco-Businesses and people are buying it.

Those under-educated, unintelligent, unthinking dunderheaded public who don't know what they want until it's thrust under their noses with a catchy jingle...

They're buying hippie shit!

I never authorised this!

This isn't fair. I need more deregulation just to compete! And I'm losing my shirt to these... these... vegans.

People don't know what's good for them, these days.

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