Not content with a single ending, the eschatologists of Planet Scumm curated for you ten apocalypses; both literal and figurative, bloody and benign, public and personal.
DO YOU DARE TURN THE PAGE, IF IT MEANS
THE DEATH OF ANOTHER WORLD?
TAKE A CHANCE.
...tempestuous, serpentine gods rise from the depths of the sea to find justice for shattered promises...
TURN THE PAGE.
...far above the atmosphere, an inter-galactic connoisseur chases after a one-of-a-kind vintage...
THE STORIES MOVE QUICKLY.
...bystanders casually sip at coffee while a customer agonizes over life’s missing piece...
THE WORLDS ARE VAST.
...they’ve developed a cure-all, but the cost may outweigh the benefit...
NOT EVERY WORLD ENDS WITH A BANG,
...some endings comes quietly, no louder than a bird’s dawn chorus or the gentle burbling of a fish tank...
BUT THERE CAN BE CERTITUDE IN CATACLYSM.
...listen for chthonic grinding from the subterrain or the clanging of sharpened bronze on steel...
WHO DO YOU TALK TO, AT THE END?
...some find only themselves to blame, seeing their shadow behind every shattered screen...
STILL TURNING? GOOD.
But remember all things, even bravery, and especially books, must come to an—
Not content with a single ending, the eschatologists of Planet Scumm curated for you ten apocalypses; both literal and figurative, bloody and benign, public and personal.
DO YOU DARE TURN THE PAGE, IF IT MEANS
THE DEATH OF ANOTHER WORLD?
TAKE A CHANCE.
...tempestuous, serpentine gods rise from the depths of the sea to find justice for shattered promises...
TURN THE PAGE.
...far above the atmosphere, an inter-galactic connoisseur chases after a one-of-a-kind vintage...
THE STORIES MOVE QUICKLY.
...bystanders casually sip at coffee while a customer agonizes over life’s missing piece...
THE WORLDS ARE VAST.
...they’ve developed a cure-all, but the cost may outweigh the benefit...
NOT EVERY WORLD ENDS WITH A BANG,
...some endings comes quietly, no louder than a bird’s dawn chorus or the gentle burbling of a fish tank...
BUT THERE CAN BE CERTITUDE IN CATACLYSM.
...listen for chthonic grinding from the subterrain or the clanging of sharpened bronze on steel...
WHO DO YOU TALK TO, AT THE END?
...some find only themselves to blame, seeing their shadow behind every shattered screen...
STILL TURNING? GOOD.
But remember all things, even bravery, and especially books, must come to an—