So it’s the year 2057 and the world has been taken over by aliens/robots/fascists. I think they might be Fascist Robo-Aliens. Anyway, there you are, knitting with rat fur in your over-populated Nu-Hovel(tm) sub-sewer home base. You’re thinking, hey, those slave pens of Overlord Wargoth the Depraved sound kind of good right now. Maybe less cholera?

Then you remember that Wargoth became your arch-enemy that time when he ate the angora bunnies. All of them. There are no more. And with that you are back to working for the Resistance. Your job is actually kind of boring, handing out bowls of soup with a “gray” or “brown” flavor disk, but your hands are warm in these delightfully rat-free MITTS OF THE DYSTOPIAN FUTUUUUUUUUUURE! 100% guaranteed to hide you from The Ever-Mind of Wargoth. Well, your hands, at least. Um, most of your hands.