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Nuclear WinterIn my bitterness I find solace. It is cold and I fear I will not ever be warmed again. I have wandered in this ash for what I assume has been years: my hair has grown longer, my clothing is torn, ragged, too small. I am weak and I am numb. The ash blots out the sky. There is no light, only the whirring swirls of debris. I blink against the dust to no avail-- it enters my eyes and dries them. I must keep them open regardless. The vast expanse of dimmed powder presses at every inch and every particle. I look up, at the incomprehensible patterns drawn in the air, and recognize the darkness. It is the darkness of the night, from before the bombsNuclear Winter
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Captain Q, Half leading the Anti *Z-A-D-R rebellion
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