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BOOK UNDER CONSTRUCTION. READ ST YOUR OWN PERIL.
On the last sunny day before the so called apocalypse, you wanna make sure you got your family, your friends, your devil of a cat they call Kasper, behind you, say your sorry's and I love you's and whatnot, whatever loving, close-nit families say to each other - it's not like I know or anything - and perhaps seek the essential tools to survive the apocalypse season, a season which right now sounds way too crazy to be true, maybe hoping this crazy nightmare will subside and that any minute now, you'll wake up to your normal boring old life.. you know, like that awesome video game my friend can't stop bragging about, the one where you laugh and shriek through eyes blocked by mutilated people as you pull the seething trigger and exploding fireworks of glistening blood shower the screen. Yeah, awesome until they turn from being trapped in a shiny screen to popping in through the smashed door and saying hello with a bloodied dagger. Not cool.
We didn't even know what hit us.
The end of civilization and law and order will come to devastating end. But what if people are too blind to see this may be not only the end of another era? We all know that human beings shine the brightest when they die. Technology which has dominated the 21st century will undoubtedly become useless and unpredictable.
People must only count on family and loyalties. And on swords and skills. Children of the new world must learn to adapt... To almost anything.
Because you see, the absorbing world of frightening fantasy and scenes of bloody carnage...
Has now become the unthinkable reality.
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