Breaking broken bunnies broke the breacher's run.

[fastr2001]

It was a foggy night. Abandoned husks of cars were barely visible in the distance, highlighted slightly by the ominous glow of tourists's hearts. I just left the safe warmth of my wheeled shelter to step into the scary fog to liberate once lively transports, which will never move again, of parts which they no longer need, when four agressive spiky creatures ambushed my car to do unspeakable things, greatly enjoying their evil deeds while the car desperately honked for help.

I hastily pulled these things from the roof and threw them away. Now these things helplessly clunged to the ground, not being able to resist their instinct to stick to solid surfaces once they started their attack.

My mood changed from panic to satisfaction. "Not so scary now, are you?" - said I gloatfully. Then I looked at my belt and saw a saw, also known as scrapper. A "creative" thought crossed my mind. "That would be evil" - said one part of my brain. "And evil would be good, some revenge is only justified" - countered another.

I pressed the button, and ominous whirring sounds broke the silence of clouding fog. With an evil grin I approached the spiky creatures, rapidly changing colors in fear. They knew what was coming, but couldn't do anything about that, still hopelessly trying to connect to the electric system of asphalt (which obviosly had none). Then the sound became accompanied by the clunking of metal hitting metal. Three of them witnessed how the fourth becomes a collection of metal and electronics, then rapidly disappearing in a backpack of bottomless greed. They still didn't move even after observing the unfortunate demise of their brother. Maybe they fainted, who knows what happened in their fried electronic brains?

Two more of the creatures met their demisely disassembly, and only the one was remaining. Was it planning what would happen in a few moments? Or maybe it was build differently, having a hidden retaliation circuit inside of it's shiny body? That will probably remain a mystery. Nevertheless, when the last debris stopped flying from the scrapped entity, reality ceased to exist. I was floating in a world which didn't resemble the zone in the slightess. It was eternal nothingness, and only a black input floating in the middle. It was very unreal, probably 4 times more unreal than anybody would expect of unreality. It wanted my answers. What have I done wrong? When did things started to go to hell? What was the fatal mistake?

It concluded its inquiry with a philosophical question of whether I want to stop living a life of a zone breacher, or to attempt another existance once more, only with a good amount of effort undone. I didn't know what to answer. Grinding when reward is being rewoked looked repulsive. Should I even try when even the bunniest anomaly of the zone can render all the struggle futile?