Monday morning, and already the world is in chaos. The coffee machines are spewing forth their bitter brew like a scorned lover, and the fluorescent lights above are humming with an otherworldly energy. And you, dear reader, are about to enter the domain of Zealot the Unyielding.
This is a place where the rules are made up, and the prophets are the only ones who truly know what's going on. Where the coffee flows like a river, and the only thing more plentiful than the caffeine is the apocalyptic dread.
You may be wondering, what kind of sorcery is this? How can a man with a name like Zealot possibly survive in such a world? Ah, but that is the beauty of it. You see, Zealot is not just any mortal. No, he is the chosen one. The one who shall bring order to the chaos, and coffee to the masses.
We, the Prophets of the Apocalypse, have been watching. We have seen the signs, and we have spoken the words. And now, we invite you to join us in our quest for... well, for something.
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