Phase 5: The Point of Utter Desperation

Where the walls of sanity have long since crumbled, and the only sound is the distant howling of the Phase 5 Wailing Women in the background.

We are the last bastion of hope, the final stronghold against the coming apocalypse.

Or, you know, just a bunch of people trying to make it to happy hour on time.

Phase 5 is where the rubber meets the road, where the rubber has been well and truly burned, and all that's left is the acrid smell of despair.

• Phase Logs: Because You Clearly Need More Chaos
• The Wailing Women of Phase 5: A Support Group
• Phase 5 Prophets: Because We Clearly Need More prophets

Phase 5: The End of All Things. Or is it just the beginning?