The End of the World

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"Snow in Egypt. Unholy congenital mutation. Toxic slugs aggrieved beyond their natural size. Artificial intelligence seizing the means of production. Lately it feels like Nostradamus predicted everything but the ascendancy of fascists with Flavacol hairpieces – but then again, this story isn’t over until we say it is. While world leaders enrich themselves by measuring their sausages in thousands of lives potentially lost to nuclear catastrophe, it’s time to set the clock a few isotopes closer to midnight. Because this is it, folks: THE END OF THE WORLD, coming to a goth bodega (and everywhere else as well) near you."