The apocalypse countdown is at 90 seconds!
While everyone else is still panicking, I turn around and clear out the supermarket's spicy snack sticks, milk tea, and compressed biscuits!
Others rely on supernatural abilities. I rely on a stockpiling list precise down to the calorie.
Others team up to fight monsters. I recruit underlings with a packet of spicy snack sticks and take down my mutated neighbor with a toilet plunger.
Even the mutated dog that chases after my farts has become my “mobile zombie alarm”!
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Click here. Plenty of spicy snack sticks to go around!
