Raizon: The Following (Updates Friday's)

Raizon: The Following (Updates Friday's)

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Jan 30, 2021
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The world ended 12 years ago, well it was supposed to, but humanity is stubborn. With the birth of new technologies, some of said tech being what caused all this, humanity was able to hang on. They are now hanging on by a thread as monsters and strange radiation claim the world for its own. Mikael is left to find his place in this dystopian nightmare, finding that he doesn't quite fit in anywhere. Not with the people, and not with the monsters.
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