Hours before the nuclear countdown during the Great War of 2044, the former kid who climbed into Harambe’s enclosure walks into the jungle. He manages to kill the poachers he’s been tracking for weeks, but not without taking a gunshot to the gut while shielding a baby gorilla. As he lies dying, the other gorillas gather around him in gratitude, and he whispers, I’m sorry.
The clouds open and anger drains from the hearts of men. Nuclear keys are packed back into their suitcases. An optimism unseen since the spring of 2016 is trickling into the air again.
Seated among the gods, Harambe smiles, as the debt has been paid.
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Hours before the nuclear countdown during the Great War of 2044, the former kid who climbed into Harambe’s enclosure walks into the jungle. He manages to kill the poachers he’s been tracking for weeks, but not without taking a gunshot to the gut while shielding a baby gorilla. As he lies dying, the other gorillas gather around him in gratitude, and he whispers, I’m sorry.
The clouds open and anger drains from the hearts of men. Nuclear keys are packed back into their suitcases. An optimism unseen since the spring of 2016 is trickling into the air again.
Seated among the gods, Harambe smiles, as the debt has been paid.
It will be the end times. The Grand Finale.