Tokyo Death Squad
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Last published Mon, Sep 5, 2016
There was an apocalypse. Then an era of peace. Now we're at a time when no one really cares about anything, save for a select few. In the midst of yet another apocalypse, the last living from their area form a group and will travel across vast lands to set things right.
For some reason, disappointment and flowers are a recurring theme here.
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