BaronVonRiktenstein

The air of the night was frigid, and not a star could be seen in the wasteland that had been his home. The world had been hit with a meteor and plunged into a war almost simultaneously. Nothing could possibly make it out of this apocalypse unscathed. Russia – no, he wasn't Russia anymore. The place didn't exist – stared into the foggy sky, a mere shadow of his former self. The other so-called nations were no better off. Even Switzerland and the other famed “neutral” countries weren't spared the disaster. Life on this earth was ending. Humanity would surely be wiped out. When the meteor hit, even the most optimistic c