It’s like standing on a chair when the floor is lava. Everything’s gone to shit but, at least, you’ve got one iota of stability. And then someone kicks it from under you and, all of a sudden, that stability ain’t there.
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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