The year is 2277. The world is no longer filled with rainbows, sunshine, and fresh air. Even as far as us humans can remember, the world was never really filled with such things. But now, the world that was once rainbows, sunshine, and fresh air, is now mushroom clouds, ash fall, and radiation. Some call it the war of 2077, but most call it the Apocalypse, or The End. As you can tell it was most defiantly not the end, it is more of a twisted rebirth. The ones, who survived the hellish bombs and gunfire…
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