By NickMog


As what everyone agreed was the apocalypse progressed, signs and omens abounded. Two-headed horses galloped down High Streets and babies spoke in tongues. Seas raged, skies boiled and the clouds formed an ever-changing series of symbols - dragons melting into crowns and swords.

Everything was portentous but no-one knew what was being portended.

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