Sacred Haven of Debauchery

How did things go for you?

We're currently experiencing epidemic-related closures.
Kyiv has already declared a state of emergency – people are dying in the streets, "Ural" trucks are collecting bodies, and then they are burned outside the city. There are patrols in chemical protection suits everywhere, filming is prohibited, and anyone caught with a camera is shot on sight. In subway cars, there are dead people sitting on the seats, and instead of 5 cars in a train, there are now 7 – the other two are used to transport bodies from the stations – the stench is terrible. The "Maidan Nezalezhnosti" and "Khreshchatyk" stations have been closed, with people inside – just an hour ago, you could still hear people moaning. They say that there are practically no people on Khreshchatyk, the main street of Kyiv, and everyone is staying at home – this is a lie! They are just quickly taking the bodies away. Rumor has it that the mayor of Kyiv died yesterday. And the news on TV is still showing old reports. We are all going to die.
On the street, they can easily kill you just to steal your gauze mask. Recently, on the red line of the subway, a train crashed into a dead end at full speed, and all the passengers died because the driver died of the infection in the car. No one knows what this infection is, and nothing can stop it. The few doctors who are still alive have never seen anything like it – in the infected, all internal organs and lungs turn into a bloody, purulent mess, and people are rotting alive. Packs of stray dogs have appeared, tearing off and carrying away arms, legs, and intestines from the corpses – apparently, the infection doesn't affect them. Out of 6.5 million residents, there are at most 150,000 left. All pharmacies have been looted. The waste incineration plant in Troyeshchina is operating as a crematorium, working around the clock, and "Ural" trucks are arriving every 10 minutes. They say that the only way to prevent the spread of the infection is to blow up the Kyiv dam on the Dnieper, so that the wave washes everything away, all the way to Dnipropetrovsk.

Should I keep bragging, or can I stop? :р

What difference does it make? You have lung cancer – you're going to die in a month (c) Al.

Ar, they really had trouble reading. Even I had to stifle a laugh.

My former classmate read syllable by syllable until the seventh grade; I don't know what happened after that.