Apocalypse. Wow.
From the beginning of time, the mind of mankind had always been fascinated by tales of ...what else, The End. In all its possible forms, Doomsayers, Cassandras, Chicken Littles are all different facets of the same ideals. And so it seems that the fascination has reached its fever pitch, where man are fulfilling their very own prophecies when they all but live through every prediction of impending cataclysm, world-ending Ragnarok, asteroid hcatastrophe, nuclear holocaust. Here is where we take on the role of Eschatologist, analyse the prophecies, poke fun (that's a must here) at the jabberwocky, in the meantime while we continue the long fall downward spiral. Labels: Apocalypse Wow |
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