90 Seconds countdown to the end of the world!
While others were still panicking, I emptied the supermarket of spicy strips, milk tea and compressed biscuits!
Others rely on supernatural powers, but I rely on a stocking list accurate to calories;
While others formed teams to fight monsters, I used a pack of spicy strips to recruit my younger brother, and used a toilet spatula to beat up my mutated neighbor.
Even the mutated dog that chased the smell of my fart became my "mobile zombie alarm"!
Do you want to know how to survive as a master by relying on your talk and sex in a world where farts are falling apart?
Click me, enough spicy strips!
