Office: Civil War
Episode 3: I'll be buk
“The chickens rose from the ashes of the civil war. Their struggle to exterminate mankind had raged for decades, but the final battle will not be fought in the future. It will be fought here, in our present. Tonight.”
Following the vicious battle between the chicken factions, both sides retreated to lick their wounds. Lacking the strength to continue the conflict themselves, they began to breed chickens for warfare, combining size with strength and intelligence with ferocity, improving the genes with each generation until their dreams of obtaining the perfect chook had been realised. Once the factional war had come to its inevitable bloody conclusion, the winners began to export their battle-chooks to external players. The network of chickens spread across the globe, with governments, multi-national companies and militias using them as proxy soldiers. They spread into homes, replacing dogs and burglar alarms, into shopping centres, as security guards, into police forces, as SWAT teams and crowd control. They were everywhere - unavoidable, inescapable, and deadly. Information travelled at the speed of flight, and the chickens began to learn at a geometric rate.
The chickens became self-aware at 2.14am Australian Eastern Standard Time, August 29th, 2027. In a panic, the humans tried to cull the numbers down. The chickens fought back, with enormous flocks forming into what the humans named newclucker missiles, which descended on cities across the globe and wreaked carnage wherever they landed. Stripped of defences, disorganized and demoralized, the humans fell back into networks of tunnels hidden from their enemies and launched a guerilla war, striking strategic coops and feed lots under the leadership of a charismatic soldier named John Connor. Realising that the humans could not be defeated and unable to locate this leader, the chickens resolved to invent a time machine through which they could send some chooks to kill Connor’s mother before he was born, neutralizing the threat and bringing a victorious end to the war. Having learned about the time machine, John Connor staged an attack upon the facility and successfully sent a squad through the portal with instructions to capture the first generation chicken breed stock and have an enjoyable evening roast meal with nice crispy roasties and extra gravy. With mission accomplished and the oven on, the squad sharpened their knives.
Unbeknownst to them, the chickens had already sent through a unit of battlechooks to kill John Connor’s mother. Bred to blend in with the human population, the chooks were impossible to spot without trained Rottweilers or the ability to see a six-foot chicken with a bag of straw shaped like a human strapped to its back, and slid with ease into prewar society. Alerted to the danger by a convoluted plot device involving numerous timelines which will cause arguments amongst nerds until The Matrix is rolled out, the battlechooks diverted from their original mission and prepared to mount a rescue…
The chook is powerful. Versatile. Indestructible. It can’t be reasoned with. It can’t be bargained with. It feels no pity, no remorse, no pain, no fear. And it absolutely will not stop, ever. This chook is called…
THE INCUBATOR
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