Seeing the world, the dungeon world, the colony of scavengers, is the world of raggers of all clans feeding like rat-like animals that the casino gamblers hold life ransom with their capital philosophy. To doubt whether this is not a rat-like world is to put our fingers in our eyes by saying we don’t see the other-side of life. And as memory reflects to sentence out the world of raggers is a crime to human society. Each day of everyday this world begs to have the meaning of life in fullness. Survival is a countless entity of the wretched faces that hunger has scrap what life meant from us. Never to doubt is to examine the ugly side of design the top has engrave with meaningless. In the centre of this colony many things mature from day to day as plunge misery. Children of these raggers become another continuation of semi-colon of their parents. The street is litter with many pathetic stories like seeing peer groups continue to become gangs, and also, an opportunity for oppo