100 wc

It had been raining all morning, an ebony cloud overlayed the only chance of sunshine. Without warning, a radiation storm innihalated the town. It turned everything black, a lifeless black: then a radiant light shone through everything. It was a disease called the flare a light stronger than the fires in a nuclear furnace it wiped out human lifeform turning innocent people crazy. They were called cranks. Only the immunes survived. The cranks still hunted them down; they would stop at nothing to kill them, eat them until only they ruled all eternity. It was up to them to save the world. Meanwhile the flare ploriferated.


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