``Plot



Fighting is a part of every day life. You fight with your children. You fight with your parents. You fight with your teacher, your boss, your friends, your significant other. You throw insults and say hurtful things that you may or may not regret later. Fighting is nothing new. Everyone finds something to fight about at one point or another. Be it little things like which movie to watch, to big things like a cheating spouse. But what happens when you fight over... nothing?

To a select few, fighting is not a frequent annoyance. It is, in fact, more than that when it comes to ways of life. Words mean nothing when it comes to this style of fighting. In this group of people, no insults are thrown. Rather, fists start flying. Feet start kicking. Blood sprays up from a freshly beaten face and yet they still come back for more. This fighting isn't for those looking for reasons; this fighting just is. People flock from all around just to taste the sweat and blood. Even the frail bodied are eager to be in the center of the crowd. While normal every day "fighting" creates anger and frustration, this particular style makes anger and frustration ooze out of your pores. You will never feel more alive than when its your turn to fight. You don't hear the crowd around you. You don't feel the sweat dripping off of you. All you see, all you know, all you breathe is the fight. The thrill of feeling just how alive you are.

This is Fight Club.

This is the wake of anarchy, the end of the world that Project Mayhem started, everything is now at zero. Forget fire sales, forget computers with endless information streaming at your fingertips, everything is now shit. Tyler Durden is no more, disappeared, another nameless face in the crowd. No one knows where he went, who he went with, or who now knows him. But he has left his impression on the world. He's left his minions, his followers, his individuals acting alone, without a soul leader, just the way he'd planned. Everyone is the same now, Fight Club isn't what it once was, it's out on the streets, it in every home. Mothers and children beating grown men for anything to survive, people acting like animals... it is anarchy. How will you survive at rock bottom?