Last Night Alive
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Última publicación lun, dic 10, 2012
"I can't believe they were right. The Mayans were right all along. Maybe if we would've listened when we first learned of the end of the world, we could've done something. They..we..didn't listen, now it's all over. Scientists have proven that the apocalypse really is going to occur. Law and order has ceased to exist and chaos and anarchy now reigns supreme. It is now December 20th in the year 2012, my name is Kaylee Smith and this is our Last Night Alive."
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