What To Eat At The End Of The World

The world is ending, but not fast enough. Poison drizzles from the skies and mats in the gutters. Reality flickers and stutters, but doesn't go out. And the people of this spliced and plated rainsick hell can't afford to starve like ascetics, awaiting purification by the end. It could be days from now that judgement comes. Or it could be never. Their bellies still grumble in discontent. So the p…