You’ve been in the Monster Army for two weeks now. Many of your fellow fighters have perished, some to the jowls of the evil Aquatic Gill Monster, some to the grip of the evil Slimy Goo Monster, some just got stuck in the hair of the Big Fluffy Nice Monster Who Just Forgets to Brush.

You’re tired.

You miss your apartment and brooklyn.

You miss cereal (even if it was overpriced).

The government doesn’t seem to care that tons of NY’ers are dying and that you’re stuck in a thankless job with a uniform that totally doesn’t match your wool scarf.

What do you want to do?