In the depths of the apocalypse, where the skies are perpetually shrouded in a haze of doom, there stands one man, the Last Man Standing. His name is whispered in awe and terror, for he has survived the great calamities that have ravaged our world.
As he walks the desolate wasteland, his footsteps echo through the silence, a reminder that he is all that remains. His eyes scan the horizon, searching for any sign of life, any glimmer of hope. But all he sees is ash and ruin.
And so he asks the question that has haunted him since the dawn of the apocalypse:
Will the Last Man Standing be the one to bring forth a new dawn, or will he succumb to the darkness that surrounds him?
Join us as we explore the existential crisis of the Last Man Standing, and ponder the meaning of it all in our next meeting: