Fateful games of war, alongside vast dramas both malignant and farcical, unfold over the workplace radio in real-time. The number-man mutters to himself a chant that becomes ragged with desperation as he labors to retain a sense of purpose in the face of a new-old world aborting itself: “Do your job. Do your job. Do your job."
New project from DOOMSCRIBE (Ruinous Power, ex-Dregmartyr)
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