The wind blows gently across a dry swamp. The haze of dead plant matter and dust wisps around the old wooden rowboat half buried in the now sandy ground. A man stirs within the small craft that has not seen water in years. Slowly the man rises. Looks at you and SCREAMS, “HYDRO HERE!” Seeming like an endless dream of stinging fireflies descending upon you with only one purpose in mind, to prepare you as pleasing dinner to the masses. Welcome to Shotgun Manor… Welcome to Desolation, Welcome to APOCALYPSE UNCHAINED!
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