Imagine a world full of chaos,fear, and hope. This is not that place... It's a lot worse and their is no hope at all. The world is ruined, buildings are crumbling left and right. Read along in this apocalyptic mayhem where everything went wrong because of Project S
My best friend is an idiot crushing on a jerk. Instead of eating peanut butter cups at his house on Halloween, I'm throwing rocks at Skurdulka's house. That's how it started.
I actually lay eyes on a shapeshifting cryptid and I'm not going to live to tell about it. Great.
If I can get Skurdulka to let me leave (alive), I'll have a story to tell. Maybe the cryptid's not so bad. We might even have some things in common; no one gets what the f#ck we are and we're both sick of people.