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03/13/12(Tue)21:35 No.575040>>574769
Imagine the following.
You wake up in an abandoned ward wearing nothing but a hospital gown, there is no electricity, no sound of traffic or birds, only wind.
The corridors outside are abandoned in a state of disarray suggesting a great struggle has transpired.
The streets are much the same, and wandering through the desolation of civilization you find hints as to what has transpired.
Discarded newspapers tell of rioting and mass hysteria, smashed store fronts, burnt out husks of buildings, crashed cars all confirm that you follow in the wake of devastation.
What could have caused this you ask yourself? And then you see it a story high My Little pony Season three poster, a shrine to depravity built beneath it, a mountain of sacrificed plushies and blindbags, coated in spaghetti. |