What a great commentary on the futility of our actions in the face of death.  No matter how fast you run, how hard you chop, and how many logs you throw in the fire, the end marches toward us like a slowly-depleting blue bar on the right periphery of our collective vision.  This game throws the banality and futility of life in your face and demands that you keep going.  Just keep going.  Keep chopping wood.  Keep feeding the fire.  We're all survivors out here.