Doomsday Warhammer

What should you do when the zombies come? Don't worry, I have the Total War: Warhammer III System!

While everyone else is besieged by zombies, my Chaos Marauders are farming them for gold.

While everyone else is fighting over a can of beans, I've summoned Archaon to collect rent, street by street.

While everyone else blocks their base doors with junk, my Dark Fortress is going right on the UCL campus. My alma mater charged me two years' tuition, and now it's her turn to give back to society.

This is a different kind of apocalypse novel. Other people survive with guns; I survive with the painting skills I honed over seventy-three days. On the brink of death, I bowed to a poster of the Four Chaos Gods, and they really did give me a System.

Where there's Warhammer, there's a whole world of intrigue: the Empire's Shield, Baldy Man, is always on his way to provide backup; Vlad, the Empire's loyal servant, is waiting for a job offer in a graveyard; and His Majesty Karl's famous line is, "Discussion is a privilege, not something you get just because you play the game." As for the ratmen in the London Underground? The city government says they don't exist. London only has big rats.