It was a day like any other in the desolate wasteland. The sky was a toxic shade of chartreuse, the sun a burning orange orb that seemed to mock us with its very existence. But then, something strange happened.
We're not entirely sure what it was, but it was probably a comet. Or maybe just a really bright fire. Either way, it was a harbinger of change. Or was it?
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