

No Title The year was 2308, and not a living thing in sight, not a living soul to be found. The land was barren; the ground, dry; the sun, nonexistent. One cold, lonely world, killed in a single nuclear blast. Everything gone, everything dead, all from one stupid mistake. Nothing was left, except for me. One single soul on this huge earth, which in the long run is no earth at all. One soul, one mind, one human, all alone to be eaten alive in this hell on earth. I ask myself hour aNo Title
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