Berlin, September 9th
It's been a long time since I went to a museum. It's just not my thing, but now, we're camped in the Museuminsel, the last place standing in whole Berlin.
My sleeping quarter is inside the Pergamon, right in front of the Ishtar Gate. I wander around, examining all that ancient shit, and I can't stop thinking that everything in this Earth has an ending. All the Empires and civilizations have met their fate, destroyed by their enemies, by natural catastrophes, by plagues, by wars, by revolutions, by decay.
That's exactly what we are watching right now.
The end.
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Notes from the End of the World
TerrorThe Collectors Guild hired him to be the Postman, to gather the notes that will help the humankind to have a deeper understanding on how and why the world ended. Nobody knows anything for sure; the only certainty is that it's really dangerous out th...
