My fiancé shoved me into a horde of corpses, and amid a mountain of bodies and a sea of blood, I bound myself to the Apocalypse Online System. Watching the screen fill with players going wild over its “ultra-realistic holographic experience,” I laughed. They thought it was a game, fighting until they were bloody over a single piece of black bread. They had no idea that on the other side of the screen lay the future of their world. And I was the only GM. Welcome to the real apocalypse, my “players.”
