Blades don't need reloading

I'm a big fan of dystopian literature; it's fascinating to see what atrocities humankind is capable of in the face of catastrophe. In most stories, you really see a 'Heart of Darkness' manifest in characters. Jack in Lord of the Flies is one example. When crisis erupts, and everything is destroyed, you can count on mankind to completely fuck up in the attempted reconstruction; it's a process of throwing things at the wall and seeing what sticks.

As interesting as all that shit is, my all-time favorite apocalypse scenario is the zombie invasion. Though there are a myriad of explanations as to how these rotting flesh eaters come to life (irony!), my personal favorite is the tampering of biological weapons and testing. In the stories that give rise to the undead this way there's a delicious little theme that I think everyone should be aware of. It's pretty much common sense, but over the course of centuries we're still trying to change it. What is that theme?

Don't fuck with Mother Nature.

My hatred for mankind notwithstanding, I take sadistic pleasure in seeing those who decide to manipulate the natural forces of the Earth and then get bit in the ass, most times literally. Land of the Dead, and all the Romero movies, I think are brilliant in the way they show the collapse of society as a result of experimenting with things that should be left alone. The other side of the coin is what society is going to be like in the face of damn near insurmountable disaster. Again, being the literary fag I am, I'm going to cite Lord of the Flies as an example. The kids attempt to gain control over their surroundings, to manipulate and play with the the props, so to speak, they're given, but in the end, the darkness of man, and to an extent, the forces of nature collude to make sure this ideal becomes the next Chinese Democracy.

God-awful metaphor, but I'm still sick, so go play in the meat processor.

But my point is simple enough for people with an extra set of chromosomes to understand, even if I didn't illustrate it needlessly with a reference to a band that jumped the shark. Mother Nature is a kind mother to us all. She is benevolent until she decides to unleash hurricanes and cyclones upon her unsuspecting children, undoubtedly because she's on the rag. But when you try to steal a five out of her purse, that's when she gets really pissed off and raises the dead to devour your goddamn brains.

I don't know where I'm going with this, so...poka!

PS. My attempts at learning Russian have yielded very little fruit. But once I master it, I'll be certifiably 189% more badass than the rest of you shit-slinging apes.