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BOOK 4 HAS LAUNCHED.

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AS FEATURED IN THE INDIE STONE'S "RPZ #2"

The Indie Stone writer Pat Bren recently featured Pandemonium in a blog series titled "RPZ". Being one of several servers featured, this blog details Pat's investigative reporting through Pandemonium Book 3: Shadow Over Camden!

THE YEAR
IS
2024

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...THE APOCALYPSE IS COMING TO A CLOSE.

In the year 1999, on the eve of the new millennium, the world as you knew it began to fester with sickness, a plague like none before it that ate away at the very foundations of society... and in the year 2003, the scourge known as AXN-99 brought civilization crashing down, ushering in an age of savagery and violence the likes of which the world had never before seen. Those that survived it knew what they had lost, and learned to strip the trappings of their old lives down to the bone - to sacrifice anything, everything,

FOR JUST ONE MORE DAY.

It is hard to believe that such a time could ever come to an end - that there would be anything but this, ever again... and yet, all things come to an end - even the apocalypse. There will soon come a day when the last bullet of that time before the plague is fired, when the last can of food will be emptied and eaten. When there is nothing left to pull from the ruins, and nothing left to sacrifice. Survival will not be enough.

THE AGE OF THE SCAVENGER, OF THE SURVIVOR, IS AT AN END.

 

From the west, beyond the Rocky Mountains, the last giant of a world before the plague wakens, and reaches out its hand for those that were once left behind. A nation reborn calls out for its people, to deliver them from the tyranny of the dead, and to bring them back into the fold - to make the nation whole again, no matter the cost. Those that were left behind, who dug their heels in and fought for every inch of ground, for every drop of blood, smell the change on the wind - and they will not go quietly into the embrace of the people that abandoned them.

 

Theirs is a world that they each have cultivated, their own fiefdoms, their own territories, and there is no room there for the country of that long-ago time - only the path that they cut for themselves. And from the radioactive remains of the eastern seaboard, from beneath shattered skyscrapers and burning skies, the casualties of that first scourge rouse from their long isolation, threatening to drown those that are left in a second tide of blood and fear, and smother their hope forever. The sun is rising on this new world, and all that remain must answer;

WHAT KIND OF WORLD WILL YOU BUILD, HERE, ON THE BONES OF ALL THAT CAME BEFORE?

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