Let us all move to an agreed location,and start our own colony centered around loud,heavy things,and lots of food.
We shall choose what commercials are not allowed on our televisions.The town will echo with a mixture of various loud music.Every home will have a grill,power rack and prowler.Town square will be the worlds biggest gym,and an alarm will sound if someone makes conversation during a set.
We despise failure. We do not fear pain. Our heads hurt, our feet ache. We thirst for success. We live for the sake of becoming the strongest version of ourselves. Physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually. Hunger sets in frequently, only to be filled for but a while until it returns. Tears from tired eyes run down grimacing faces. Calloused hands bleed profusely. We are on our own paths to ever-greater goals, and yet we are family. We are Muscle And Brawn.