Final Era: August 2119 AD

Sylvan Grove, Kansas, USA

A long time ago, the organization responsible for dealing with monsters came into the public eye. At the time, people were panicking. Anger and chaos lasted for decades, and the whole world was in turmoil.

Then, the first occult war instigated by the Phantom, or rather the Shadowman, broke out. The United States and Canada have been ravaged. The other forts in the northwest served as passages for these creatures. Everyone knows that someone is harvesting their hearts.

During the two-year war, the Buckley Papers, a document outlining how to exterminate these creatures, were made public. People armed themselves with this knowledge, and in the end, a newly formed Canadian-American joint convoy (which soon deteriorated) won the war.

It was decided that every child must be educated and exercised from birth to ward off their fears. Generations that have grown up like this are not so afraid of monsters. They no longer respond to monsters with fear. If something strikes them in the dark, they will not hesitate to fight back.

If a culture grows up around destroying monsters, then it will bravely face the unknown and inevitability that is coming. That's why Allen, a farm boy from Louisville, Kansas, chases a massive, naked monster like a dog in his hand with a bloody Louisville baseball bat in his hands.

"Hey! What do you run! Kill me! Allen exclaimed, gasping.

The dog-like monster, known as the vicious dog, hurried across the dusty avenue and into the forest, leaving a trail of green blood.

Allen smiled silently.

He shook his head and decided not to chase it any further. He continued on the road to the center of the city, which was about fifteen miles away. He plans to find some booze, an antenna, and a small laptop so he can have a little fun while he gets stuck in his cabin on a noisy night.

Now, he needed to find a PSF signal filter to filter out the hostile and confusing parts of the Internet. This way these things can't reach his screen via wireless signals.

He walked five miles to the music with PDA through old, rotten pastures to a red house. When he saw the skeleton family on the porch, he knew he was approaching the road. He waved his hand at the tallest skeleton, who nodded.

After walking along the road for a while, he found himself tired of the songs, so he pulled out a PSF care bag from his backpack that he had found earlier. It was one of more than two dozen care kits scattered across the gas station floor as you walked back from the sidewalk. Twice a year, they send drones to carpet bomb known urban centers with reading materials. He didn't really see it because they still had WIFI balloons floating around.

Maybe it's for the convenience of the elderly who can't get to the center of the city? Or posterity? Oh well.

CLEF's Guide to Handling Brain Pizzards

Bah. He never had to deal with those warping machines. He lived in central Kansas, and the warping machine roamed the big cities or the wastelands.

He swiped to confirm.

Kill it. Just kill it. Don't speak. Don't let it see you. Kill it. It's not your friend. If it's too late, you'll die.

This passage is repeated over and over again in the next forty pages.

"Hey, you......"

He took out another one.

Bright's guide to making you live longer

This guide is just a rebuke of safety tips Allen has seen on PSF Bond, with a little commentary. There were also some jokes in it that he had heard before. These things are about thirty years old. Half of the people who wrote it were dead, and he couldn't understand why the people who kept writing it were still breathing. So he tossed them aside.

2118 Survey Report

Well, he's never seen this yet. He tore open the seal and took the document out of it.

K-Class Containment Site: Is It Still Operating in the Midwest?

What's happening in the rest of the world? You tell us.

Famous researcher Dr. Mann, insane, hiding somewhere. Read an exclusive interview with Agent Yoric.

Chaos Insurgency

He was a little nervous and looked towards the horizon. It's almost noon now. He should have gone a little faster.

Hands of Millions: Second Occult War, Prophet's Broadcast, Memories of the A.W.C.Y. Holocaust. The day Grammy saw the light of day.

Euclid, Florida. The largest containment site in the United States is about to burst.

New York: The City of Survival

The Great Witch of the North

Nuclear Strike, Tears of Dimension, Necromancer, OH MY.

There is no hope for the future.

We have you.

Go to the TV.

You're on TV.

He really should have been clearer by now.

We have it all.

We saw you kill Grammy—the whole thing—all slime-covered limb fragments.

He seemed to see and smell all this, and he couldn't help but shrink back. On the last page, there is a horrific image of him dying in a pool of blood plasma and feces.

Lie down, and die.

you

This one

bastard

Finally, the unread title made a sound that he had never heard before, swirling in his head.

He tossed the magazine aside.

"Tsk, I've had enough of this kind of rotten book."

He shook his head, trying to forget about the thoughts. Tightening his brown waistcoat, he kept going.