Out-of-town companies, also called
multinational corporations that are positioned, well, out-of-town. A diabolical
Machiavellian scheme to fight
overpopulation through the
unholy curse of
commuting.
Take the average
middle-aged man who has just recently realized he
married at far too young an age, unable to support his
family comfortably he slips into a state of chronic, though very mild
depression. Disappointed in the fact that he was forced to recognize what a
bitch marriage is while still in his
prime he slips further into his
disheartened mental descent.
Under
normal circumstances a
person can go on living this drab and monotonous life consisting of
nappy changing or paying
child support if he's brave enough to divorce and live his life like he should. But the repetitiousness, the insane turmoil that the
droll,
life-draining, and dismal act of
commuting can cause the
human brain to experience is invariably too much to bear.
This, one day, will undeniably lead to the poor
soul losing all
grounds of reality causing him to embark on a
psychotic killing spree, killing all
public transport drivers,
taxi drivers,
family members and those
annoying relatives before taking his own
pathetic, miserable life.
Unaccomplished
yuppies are most vulnerable.