Underwater Apocalypse
As the world succumbed to an unstoppable tidal wave of existential dread, humanity's last hope for survival lay at the bottom of the ocean. The pressure was crushing, but our spirits were buoyed by the faint glow of our smartphones.
We dove, literally, into the depths, where the water pressure was 1000 times that of the surface, but our Wi-Fi signals were still strong. We built a city of coral and seaweed, and made a pact to never, ever, look up again.
Our city thrived, a shining beacon of humanity's resilience. We had our own government, our own economy, and our own memes. We even had our own underwater version of the Kardashians. Meet the Underwater Kardashians.
But, alas, our utopia was short-lived. The ocean floor's geothermal vents started spewing forth a noxious cloud of doom, turning our beloved city into a toxic wasteland.
We were forced to flee, but not before discovering a hidden treasure trove of discarded plastic waste. It was...a thing. Read about the Great Plastocene.
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