It started with a BLT, then the world was never the same.
As the great chefs of 3055 gathered at the Panicked Egg Scaffolds, they knew something was amiss.
The once-clear rivers ran with a savory, smoky scent, as if the prophets of old had foretold us of the impending doom.
From Uncle Jerry's Bacon Factory to the Eggs-travagant, the world succumbed to the allure of cured meats.
And so, we invite you to join us in the Bacon Fueled Apocalypse, where the only constant is the taste of smoke and salt.
But be warned, the Quantum Fluctuations in Bacon Space-Time have been known to cause spontaneous combustion.