Aftermath of a Nuclear Winter
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What is this place? What happened? You don't remember much aside from your name, and that there should be other people around. Why are there no other people around...?
You're cold, and alone. You must figure out what happened to everyone. You have to find out what caused them all to just...vanish. You don't know where your home is, and you don't know where your family is, if you even have one. So, there's nothing holding you back.
As you embark on this journey, however, you don't feel afraid. You feel excited.
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