>March 2021
>8 months post corona societal collapse
Some gentlemen pulled up to my neighborhood looking for food and supplies
My, my I am glad I went all in Kleros in 2020, right before the fall of the world as we then knew it. I head to the newly formed citadel that Lord Pepe made us PNK holders, to keep us safe. We were now the guardians of a new kind of stewardship. When the courts and cities fell, it was all too easy for Kleros to pick up the pieces. Quarantines in 2020 were often thought to be lifted after a few months, and then they just....weren't.
3 months turned into 6 months, and when the winter got cold, and Donald Trump was re-elected, we knew we were all fucked. After the millionth death, it was only a matter of time until the chip implants came into play. We rang in the new year in style, with Japan sending regular harems of a few dozen women to the compound.
It felt bad, looking out on the normies, who could only go out once per day, for 90 minutes at time, to the nu-government regulated food banks.
>the guards see me, but they also see my PNK pin. Shining purple, letting everyone know i'm part of the imperial new order.
>I flip the guard 10 Kleros to let me thru the gates. This was about about $75 now, but we all know it'd be gaining in value every month, as it has the last year.,
>"SIR, good to see you SIR"
I laugh. He was grateful. It really was that easy.
Things were getting better, for us. Everyone else, it's too early to tell. They're our slaves now. Those who do not show up to Kleros court, there's rules now. You have 12 hours to comply, and make up your missed appearance, or that chip in your arm, it explodes. So many one armed people wandering around in the city. Like a weird zombie movie but full of bewildered non-believers.
They should have listened.
