The Badlands (WIP TITLE)
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Last published Mon, May 6, 2019
The US has been destroyed. No one knows who or what caused it. Only a flash could be seen. A few have survived where it happenend but the place ain't pretty. A lot of violence, rape, torturing and more... No way to escape. Have to do everything just to survive this hell hole...
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