3-2-1 blast off

3-2-1  blast off! I'm about to fly to mars and no one in Earth has realised yet. Let me tell you how I got here. So i've been hiding for ages in this so called place called Earth. I don't like Earth because there are outraging dickheads trying to kill all humans so they can be the only ones alive. They've sort of suceeded because theres only couple or few thousand people left on Earth. The dickheads are in a cult called The Dickheads. I also don't like Earth because it stinks, literally because they try to gas the earth so no vehciles are able to drive. They took over SpaceX and now it's they're base and whatever humans they find they either recruit them or fling them up in a massive slingshot really high and then they die. I have a small group of friends it's just us 11 camping and surviving off food we steal from the dickheads suppliers (slaves). They have to hunt animals and grow fruit and vegetables for the dickheads. We usually just steal the crops. But today we're all aiming to secretly board the rocket ship with some of the dickheads that are going to mars. Mars is the superior planet because it has nice weather and soothing air thats easy to breath unlike this thick gloomy, muggy air on Earth. Me and my group know this because we get signals from people on mars bragging to us about how good mars is. Apparently they can just float around and there is less gravity, but I think they need to stay on their feet and not be dicks. Anyway we decided that boarding the rocket isnt a good plan and we would probably die if we tried either from the lack of oxygen, the dickheads or the border police, if they have border police. So that idea's going out the window. We might just chill here in this shit world and start a new generation when all of the dickheads leave and cut off the border by thickening the atmosphere to the point where newcomers couldn't come and stay anymore.