I write, what else is there to say
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Plague 4482
The world is on fire, people aren't surviving, dropping like bugs. You can't run, you can't hide. Plague 4482...
After the bombs dropped
The world, gone. You can scream, it's useless. Nobody will hear, there's nobody for miles. They'd kill you if...
The reapers mark
tenebris diebus iubebatur tristisque recludere messorem