CFGFACTORY
YOUR GAME, YOUR CONFIG
The men’s dreams narrowed to a single, terrible ledger of survival. On some days they debated whether to cut off a small portion of a man’s flesh—that sort of horrific calculation that demolishes any previous moral architecture. On other days, a more monstrous logic took hold: if you kill someone who is already close to death, you do not hurt a life; you extend others. The phrase “mercy killing” fluttered like a moth in the minds of men too tired to see the wrong in its light.