Day Y, the betrayal of the boss, the wrath of God. The skies fill with metallic thunder, the floors open giving way to the bowels of the earth. The peoples are crushed in their entirety, there are few survivors. The next day dawns with dissipating winds. It was all a bad dream and then there's anarchy and looting. There are no winners, only chaos, a reckoning for life.
Each survivor wields a weapon, it's tribal confrontation. It will take a long time to have organized societies. The translational movement has changed, the calendar is dysfunctional. Once the infrastructures have been melted down, the evil molecules take over. Outside the impact zones, humanity struggles to continue.
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