Greetings from the End of the World! Wish you were here!
This comes as a warning to those of you fortunate souls on my friends-list who have escaped the force of this catastrophe thus far. By the time you read this, I shall most likely be dead. Arm yourselves; draw near your beloved ones, amass a fortress of tinned soup and leftover fruitcake to stave off the coming famines. Otherwise, place a noose around your gullet and walk towards Hell with relief; its torments shall be but a fraction of what Sydney has known this morning. The world ends today.
I tremble even as I write this, miraculously still alive in the bunker of the USyd Language Labs, the sky outside pungent with blood and with burning earth. I fear to speak, yet for your sake, Reader, I shall tell you of the horrors I recall. Be you feeble of constitution, I pray you cease now, lest madness fall upon you. For you see, as we slept the last evening, mercifully unmolested by such nightmares, a great beast descended upon our Southern land on the back of a dark storm; its breath sending howling winds through the sleepless streets before Dawn. And he was known to us as Je'royl-Enkins, the Burninator of Worlds, for the Seventh Seal upon his hitherto-eternal prison was wrenched open by the Cult of Poiuytrewq; O! those heathens, black-robed and blood-drenched! For their final sacrifice fell bleeding upon the slabs. Thereupon he spread his dark and leathery wings across the Sydney dawn, gnashing his fearsome maws against a red sky. The sparrows fell, unheeded, as the flame-red air singed their fragile lungs. Babes did cry; the weak-minded dashed their own brains upon the rocks.
I know not when this Chaos shall abate; nay, I do not wish to, for I already know it shall be the End of Days itself. Yet if you wish to see the carnage He has wrought upon our Godforsaken land, be still, and click hither.
What! You believe me not? Fools! Your time shall come, mark my words! It's already tomorrow in Australia, and we have seen the Endtimes!
okay okay it was just a dust storm but STILL
I tremble even as I write this, miraculously still alive in the bunker of the USyd Language Labs, the sky outside pungent with blood and with burning earth. I fear to speak, yet for your sake, Reader, I shall tell you of the horrors I recall. Be you feeble of constitution, I pray you cease now, lest madness fall upon you. For you see, as we slept the last evening, mercifully unmolested by such nightmares, a great beast descended upon our Southern land on the back of a dark storm; its breath sending howling winds through the sleepless streets before Dawn. And he was known to us as Je'royl-Enkins, the Burninator of Worlds, for the Seventh Seal upon his hitherto-eternal prison was wrenched open by the Cult of Poiuytrewq; O! those heathens, black-robed and blood-drenched! For their final sacrifice fell bleeding upon the slabs. Thereupon he spread his dark and leathery wings across the Sydney dawn, gnashing his fearsome maws against a red sky. The sparrows fell, unheeded, as the flame-red air singed their fragile lungs. Babes did cry; the weak-minded dashed their own brains upon the rocks.
I know not when this Chaos shall abate; nay, I do not wish to, for I already know it shall be the End of Days itself. Yet if you wish to see the carnage He has wrought upon our Godforsaken land, be still, and click hither.
What! You believe me not? Fools! Your time shall come, mark my words! It's already tomorrow in Australia, and we have seen the Endtimes!
okay okay it was just a dust storm but STILL