CALAMITY
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Last published Fri, Feb 9, 2018
With the world deteriorating as it is, 8C kinda expected it. A new divison of leaders who have overrun the government have decided that America was filthy, they decided that America shall be cleansed from the god forsaken people and those people's ways.
So..why not spread a psychological disease in order to "clean" those people and possibly end the world?
A class of very naive and very undermined kids must breach through the clutches of America's destroyed sanity. Dealing with deadly people who have been infected with this insanity.
Surviving through zombie-like adrenaline freaks has to bring up their grades for Ribeiro' s class, right?
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