The culmination of your wildest dreams and your worst nightmares.

Blood boils up from the rubble of a once-mighty civilization, ash clouds the skies and chokes out life.

Thousands of ants roam the landscape, descending upon whatever unfortunate carcasses wind up strewn about for one reason or another.

Rivers of acid carve deep tracks across the rocky terrain, filling the air with acrid fumes and the stench of sulfur.

You come across a single intact building. It’s a Walmart. You go inside, and see it is stocked with nothing but oven mitts, all 50% off.

You run away. You run as fast as you possibly can. You have no idea how you wound up here, but you need to leave as quickly as possible before it consumes you.

As you trek across the wretched fields of blood and stone, time loses all meaning. You have no idea how long you’ve been trudging along in your desperate attempt to flee. Hours? Days? Who’s to say? The sky remains a sickly greenish-gray no matter how much time seems to pass. You have no sense of how far you’ve even come.

Then, in the distance, you spot a sign. It’s too far away to be legible. You get closer and closer, grueling step by grueling step, until you crest a rise and finally see what’s written.

“Welcome to Pennsylvania”, it reads. Or at least, it used to. “Pennsylvania” had been crossed out, and underneath it had been written “Ohio 2”.

You are hit with a wave of despair and helplessness, as you survey the neverending scene of unforgiving terrain stretching as far as your eyes can see, and realize that you never had a chance of escaping. Ohio is growing. They have commenced the invasion. You have no hope of overtaking their advance. You’re doomed to spend the rest of your pointless life wandering this hostile land. Your story has come to an end.

Good luck, you’re gonna need it.