Todd Rage here from the top of Kulshruk Mountain along the rim of the BEAUTIFUL Algonquin Valley. I am writing to you across what's left of the IRIS-MILnet, recording my thoughts and feelings from what has become my retirement home.
By way of introduction, I am owner, operator and head platter-jockey at one of the oldest AM radio stations on the planet and probably one of the last still in operation. WRAG-AM radio is the beacon of hope and freedom and light and whatever the hell else you want for survivors of what has to be the most unexpected end to modern civilization in the Western World Dead Pool.
About a year ago, the dead stopped staying that way and before we could get our shit together and put down the problem, the resurrected dead ate their way across the world, though our grocery stores and our farms and our malls and our Starbucks and our casinos and our massage parlors and strip clubs.
More later. I have to feed the cat.
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