In this, the third and final phase of the apocalypse, humanity has given up. The skies are perpetually shrouded in a thick, toxic haze, and the only sound is the distant hum of despair. The once-blue oceans have turned a sickly green, and the only fish are the ones that have evolved to eat their way through plastic bags. The air is thick with desperation, and the only thing that's still standing is the faint smell of burnt coffee from the few remaining Starbucks that still manage to operate.
It's a bleak time, friends. The end is near, and all that's left to do is twiddle our thumbs and wait for the inevitable heat death.