Everyone travels through the survival world. Apart from a piece of wooden plank flying car, the only person who accompanied me was my ex-girlfriend's mother.

While others were still begging for a piece of fruit or a bottle of water, I was already hugging my beauty, eating a big meal, drinking Fat House Happy Water, and lighting a cigarette.

While others are still thinking about how to face the beast, the beast has already become my meal.

While others were still flying in the sky, I already had my own private territory and started farming.

Want to join me? Sorry, are you pretty? Or is your wife...