The Semiotics of Peril

Prompt: The evacuation of Earth is complete. You decide to do one final fly over of the world to see the monuments deserted. However, you slowly realize something about them that no one ever has.



No wonder there have been so few alien sightings–what sort of suicidal idiot would visit the galaxy’s toxic waste dump?

“This is not a place of honor,” you murmur to yourself, echoing the words of warning you vaguely remember from someplace you can’t quite recall. “Nothing of value is buried here. No highly esteemed deed is commemorated here.” You close the view and turn away forever. “Thanks for nothing, fucking bastards.”

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