The Abyss:
When Corruption
Becomes Reality
The party wasn’t just corrupt—it was a living nightmare, a grotesque entity feeding on power, leaving nothing but despair in its wake. Every deal, every election, every manufactured crisis was a calculated move in a twisted game that only those already steeped in the filth could truly win. The ooze—no longer a metaphor, but a force—stretched beyond policy and influence, wrapping itself around the very pillars of democracy, twisting them into grotesque mockeries of their original intent.
Dissent didn’t just disappear—it was erased, swallowed whole by a machinery designed to silence, manipulate, and destroy. Truth became an inconvenience, buried under layers of spin so thick and suffocating that even those who once fought for honesty began to doubt their own convictions. Whistleblowers vanished into obscurity, their voices drowned beneath waves of orchestrated outrage and convenient distractions.
And then, when the people could take no more, when frustration boiled over into action, the system revealed its final horror: resistance was expected, anticipated, and controlled. Every protest, every demand for justice, was woven seamlessly into the party’s narrative, twisted into proof that their grip was needed even tighter. The ooze didn’t fear exposure—it thrived on it, mutating into something even more insidious, ensuring that no matter how loudly the people screamed, they were screaming into the void.
By the time anyone realized the game was rigged, it was already too late.