The virus wiped out the job zombies. People stopped asking me what my job was and it was really nice for a while, until the job zombie cultists showed up.
They made job altars and said job prayers. Of course, they weren't peaceful. They were extremely violent and caused a lot of damage in the streets.
My girlfriend and I liked to mess with them. They had this weird uniform that covered the face and we liked blowing raspberries from underneath them.
We weren't cruel enough to create fake jobs or tell them about fake jobs, because the other cultists did that anyway. Instead we pretended that we wanted them when they saw us as competition for those fake jobs.
"I'm gonna get that job before you guys!" they'd say.
"Yeah you just try it!" we would say, calling them a loser from behind the uniform.
None of them ever got a job, but some got the fake ones that impoverished and injured them.
"At least it's a job!" they would say.
"Yeah haha lucky you" we would say then.
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