The food supply started to run out around the world shortly after the final winter several years back. Winter helps the world heal in order to grow fresh crops. All the food industry experts felt their time  finally arrived to control humanity. Now the only way people eat runs through them. It almost worked until those that lived in power prior to the fall of breakfast, lunch, and dinner started to claw their way back to the top.

In a surprise to nobody, every one of the leaders that bent their knee immediately started a timer. They waited out the trials, the errors, they even waited out the success, all to ensure that the food that needed development went through the proper channels without the worry of sabotage. In a constant summer they forced us to eat edible plastics. These plastics melted in our stomachs, but tasted like plastics due to the lack of herbs to put in the refinery. The food only nourished the pockets of the rich, it left an empty feeling of calories in the pit of the stomach of the poor.

One final day we all stopped feeling hungry. We started to feel revolutionary. In a burst of anger the entire remaining population overthrew the fat cats sitting at the top of the food chain. We discovered that they ate their plastic covered in spices. Luckily the remaining spices went on top of the bodies of each of those rich, tasty, bastards. In a few short weeks the food supply might officially run out, but at least we finally ate the rich, the entire reason the world fell into this foodless pit of despair floating in a universe emptier than our stomachs.