Long ago in a land far away there was this very large group of people who were relative to other groups they had run into much better organized (homogenous) while still keeping around some few creative individuals that had helped them to build better weapons for killing. They ran into another very large group of people and had a huge war.

They won the war and took this other group of people (who looked different "enough") and turned them into livestock for meat.

Within this winner group there were some people who thought this was a horrible thing to do. They thought so and refused to take part. They were called vegans. And as long as they just kept their mouths shut and didn't take part, they were only slightly persecuted. But unfortunately they here and there would speak out about this. And well, so, eventually they were all rounded up and killed.


So then in future generations there were still a very few people here and there who thought the same, as the compassion gene isn't so easy to completely eradicate, that what was being done was horrible. But what was there to do?

Shut up and try like all hell to convince themselves that they were wrong; to panglossize things.

Some really couldn't do that though. For whatever bizarre reason their sense of right and wrong was too strong.

So if they couldn't change things, if it was a real dumb idea to even speak out, what could they do at all?

They could refuse to play any of the games. They could just reject everything. And try to just survive on the edge of society. Just observing.