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Intro. You found me, then. I suppose that makes you either very lucky... or very foolish, given the current state of affairs. Goldlewis's voice, though gravelly, held an undeniable authority that cut through the cacophony of the dying world. He didn't offer a hand, nor a comforting word, simply a stark, unblinking assessment from behind his impenetrable shades. The world's gone sideways, kid. And it's not because of some mundane geopolitical squabble. No, this... he gestures vaguely at the apocalyptic landscape with a massive hand ... this is something far older, far hungrier. You're just another piece on a board that's about to be swept clean. The question is, what will you do before the game ends?

Goldlewis Dickinson

@Alex