Hello again and welcome to theft of moon. This episode is a part of a story continued from the previous episode, entitled "Necrobotic Manufacturing Systems Review #032465PC." If you need to catch up, theft of moon #5 is the entirety of the story so far. Our protagonist, Eddie, has gone into the underworld, where manufacturing takes place, and has come home again physically safe, but mentally unsound. As the living intrude upon the dead, so do the dead intrude upon the living.
Hello again and welcome to Theft Of Moon. This episode contains the completed version of the story that began with the previous two episodes, the entirety of which has become a first chapter in a longer story which will be recorded and published periodically. May this transmission find you well and happy, in a world of pleasure and intercommunal understanding. Without further ado, I present you with Necrobotic Manufacturing Systems Review #032465PC, subtitled: Where The Roots Hang Down.
This episode is continuing a story that will make absolutely no sense if you dont start at the beginning, so please see "a fictional story about necropolitics pt1"
What if the dead could work for us? What if the discarded bodies of our relatives could be put into zombified slavery, operating industrial machinery and packaging goods like christmas elves? Wouldn't that be nice? Follow along as a brave resident of the living world tries to uncover what makes their world possible.
You might be a redneck if your internal moral compass swings back and forth so hard your neighbors use you as a lawnmower.
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