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The Aftermath of the Catastrophe

Welcome to the post-apocalyptic wasteland of your dreams!

Or, you know, just a really bad Tuesday.

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It's been 5 years, 2 months, and 11 days since The Great Sneeze of 2023, which left the world in a state of utter ruin. The once-blue skies are now a toxic yellow haze, the oceans are a weird green, and the air is so thick with desperation you can cut it with a knife.

But don't worry, folks! We're all in this together. Or, at least, the survivors are. The rest of you are probably just a puddle of goo in a crater, slowly being eaten by a pack of wild, radioactive raccoons.

As we navigate this brave new world, we've got our work cut out for us. The government has been replaced by a council of raccoons, who seem to be doing a great job of making everything worse. The only thing they've managed to do right is create a national speed limit of 5mph, just to make sure nobody gets too far away from the nearest dumpster.

Learn more about Rocco the Raccoon, our fearless leader