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发帖数: 1709 | 2 Without the fed they were nothing. They’d built a house of straw. The
thundering algos sputtered and stopped. Their leaders talked and talked but
nothing could stem the avalanche. Their world crumbled. The cities exploded.
A whirlwind of looting, a firestorm of fear. Men began to feed on men. On
the roads it was a white line nightmare. Only those mobile enough to
scavenge, brutal enough to pillage would survive. The gangs took over the
highways, ready to wage war for a tank of juice. In this maelstrom of decay
ordinary men were battered and smashed. Except for one hodler, armed with an
AK-47, and a Honda full of bitcoin. |
