What should you do when the zombies arrive? Don't worry, I have the Total War: Warhammer III System! While everyone else is surrounded by zombies, my Chaos Marauders are farming them for gold. While others are risking their lives over a can of beans, I've already summoned Archaon to collect rent, street by street. Other people barricade their bases with junk. My Dark Fortress is being built right on the UCL campus. My alma mater charged me two years of tuition, and now it's time for her to give back to society. This is a different kind of post-apocalyptic novel. Others survive with guns; I survive with the skill I honed over seventy-three days of painting miniatures. On the brink of death, I bowed to a poster of the Four Chaos Gods, and they actually gave me a System. Wherever there's Warhammer, there's a whole world of its own: the Empire's shield, Baldy Man, is forever on his way to reinforce someone; the Empire's loyal servant, Vlad, waits in a cemetery for a job offer; His Majesty Karl's famous words are, "Discussion is a privilege, not something you get just by playing the game." And the Skaven in the London Underground? City Hall says they don't exist. London only has big rats.
