Rat People and the Story of Us

Rat People are where I sometimes feel like most of us would fall into as a category.

The theory is that we descended from some type of mice-like species from the Dinosaur era. The reason we survived was because we were small enough to go underground and survive the meteor.

I think about how that must have been to just exist on the fringes of society because you’re small enough to fit into most spaces and your species can breed quickly enough that in sheer numbers at least a small percentage should survive the next few years and everything can keep being passed down in some sort of Russian-tactics of throwing bodies at the problem.

Then we reach a point where we hit modern day society and we’re still reeling from this collective shock of some sort of “what did we just go through?” and for Rat People, there’s less options then other species.

Pig Race sold their own, so did the Chicken Race. But who wants to buy large quantities of rat meat?

Their skills were their size, they could fit into almost any hole so work like Sewers, Sanitation came more natural to them. Some could be fantastic cooks but what species wants a RAT in the kitchen?

The word Rat itself was problematic for them, there’s so many negative connotations with people who have Rat-Like characteristics. Overcoming this societal hate was one of their biggest issues as a species.

They were into weird things and the heroes from this group are like Evel Knievel stuntman, skaters, mountain climbers, and writers.

The thing the Rat Race did have going for it though was the fact that they were less ashamed than other species to do things like being Freegans and stealing from trash cans.

Because of how lowly other people saw Race Race people, stealing from trashcans wasn’t even punishable by an officer. They would just assume it’s another homeless bum and it seemed natural that rats rummaged through trash cans.

It was the only redeeming quality of being viewed as one of the lowest species on planet Earth.