The nice townhouses in Glasgow were built on the west side of the city to take advantage of the prevailing westerlies. The winds blew the stench of the rapidly industrialising city back into the city and away from the well to do folk in their townhouses. Shame they’re all dead now and can’t enjoy the fresh air.
I’m not sure if that’s true or not. I just remember reading it on a shop wall once.
On 10th January 2018, 217 large bombs simultaneously exploded in major cities around the world. With critical soft and hard infrastructure damaged beyond repair, society crumbled within weeks.
Twelve months later, the world is a grotesque caricature of before. Solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short, this is our Endgame.
The comic follows Izzy as she stumbles through a world she really wasn’t built for.
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