Kevin's Watch

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Underwater vacuoles, entombing hazardous relics from the Before Times, are routinely plundered by unscrupulous looters aiming to traffic in implements of mayhem.

Vile physical mutations on surviving Watchers cerebral cortex

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Wishing to honor the fallen, Cord's straggling 'V' — one of the few posts left behind in the Great Migration of the Latter Days — was inscribed on a dedicated, concrete monument.



"To Those We've Lost Along the Way."

Xacting revenge for the great and significant losses of the “Best of Us”

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Yawning Chasms and Sulfurous Pits — regularly negotiated by pilgrim, settler, and coolie alike — scar the desolate hills and fields pockmarked from the days of the Forever Wars.

Zealot zombie zoologists reacting to the human scourge the only way they know how

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Alpo has replaced time-ravaged cans of radioactive Spam as the favored foodstuff among the swarming hoards of pale, blind mole-men.

Babooshkas hell bent on barricading boarding houses cannot be deterred … they will bite the fungi infected heads off every last fungus-zombie

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Corrosion, Accretion, and Secretion are popular baby-names in the mutant-riddled abyss known as the Miserific Sector.

Cute

Decomposition takes on a whole new meaning in the futuristic world of mutant fungus.

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Ergot in the Rye has driven half denizens of The Galley to madness and the rest to the loss of their toes.

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Flamewars. Or more accurately. The Flamewar Wars.

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Gozer the Gozerian spends a lot of time in The Close just building her cult, amassing supplicants, playing The Destructor and and bein' sure to take time every day for 5 minutes of mindfulness. Aim for the flat top!

Hagred himself cannot combat the emergent fungi virus - he must haul himself to the safety of Dumbledores underbelly

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Intravenous injections of Hazee Recollections — a finely ground mélange prepared from radiation dust, moist subterranean sporogenous tissues, and Mutant skin polyps — is the rage among decadent townies trafficking in post-apocalyptic turpitude.

Justification for Null to release Kafka in his desperate bid to regain a foothold in the battle.

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Killborough and Murdershire, far from being at the low-ebb of human values, are twin-cities renowned as relatively ebullient oases gracing the harrowing gauntlet of Route 666.

Lords of Hellfire litter the landscape

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Micromutants live, breathe, and breed in our bloodstreams. We're all carriers now.

Neo-Cosmonauts fester and erupt