In a lower portion of the continent of South America, lies a country optimistically named Argentina- but if I were to name it, the shit hole would of graciously been dubbed Idiotic Natured Terrorists Exploiting, Raping, and Negating Evolution Timelessly. Shortened to I.N.T.E.R.N.E.T. In the country of I.N.T.E.R.N.E.T there lies a series of ravines with mottled caves scattered sparsely. Each houses a number of insects and rodents with names I dare not mention; and for the sake of this article, we will call these mice and dung beetles Users. And the caves we'll call Myspace. (I can't think of any pseudo clever abbreviations for it)

These places are desperate- one might even say filled with despair like desperateness. The Users run from cobble to cobble, sucking the moisture off of each rock in search for sustenance. And when the stalagmites of Myspace finally run dry, you can find them huddling around each other, absorbing whatever warmth they can muster from their lifeless shells.

When they grow weak and tired, they then begin to do stupid things- like venture out of their caves into the rest of I.N.T.E.R.N.E.T. When the Users had realized they'd been missing out on a whole world of water and light, they than begin to move from their cold and broken homes. Without warning, the jungles and rivers of I.N.T.E.R.N.E.T had began to stink of sulfur and moldy bedrock. The beautiful and honorable animals of Argentina, I mean, I.N.T.E.R.N.E.T, began to starve and turn brown from the Users eviscerating the resources and space the animals once relied on. What was once plentiful, became sparse. The animals began to die off.

After a recent trip to Argentina, I had realized the predicament I had put myself in by associating myself with the Users. And that's why I left Myspace; I couldn't be happier to not have to mingle with cave dwellers like that.


Now who's up for some Halo!?