The apocalypse as a galaxy-wide game show, Crawler. Brutal, profane, and far funnier and sadder than it has any right to be. Read it. That is not a suggestion.
The System flattened Earth for ratings and drafted a man in his underwear and his ex-girlfriend's enormous cat as its breakout contestants. Profane, ferociously inventive, and emotional exactly when you brace for a joke — the apocalypse as galactic reality TV, and the System regrets nothing, Crawler.
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