Crowd Control
“You’re buying time on credit cards and trying to report it stolen,” the man said looking out at the group of retirees. “But that damnable practice is over! You will learn to live in the moment. To breathe in the golden presence of Krenzalla and open your eyes to the wonder of the universe!” The crowd lost their minds in a euphoric cheer as pandemonium broke out. Fights and fucking. Grudges buried and born anew as the silver haired crowd writhed with a vicious energy.