@matrix "You have died. Not even the carrion birds are interested in your irradiated and mangled corpse. Your village dies of famine is forgotten about. The Enclave triumphs and the Earth turns silent once more to contemplate a better strategy to survive in a morbid world. The darkness and uncertainty of the afterlife awaits you. Your mother turns to obscene acts of whoredom to compensate from your absent presence. All because you failed to create any executive international sales marketing analysts during your short life span."
Tapping the sign:
Thou sawest till that a stone was cut out without hands, which smote the image upon his feet that were of iron and clay, and brake them to pieces.