Résultats pour "Exiled" dans Post-apocalyptique

In just thirteen days, Iain Clark—along with his friends—survived the initialization of the System, cheated said System to deal with a world boss, and eradicated a vampiric incursion. Oh, right, and he was directly responsible for wiping out the residents of Kringleton—Santa Claus included. Turns out Santa was a jerk, who knew? Now after two weeks of insanity, Iain thinks he's caught a break. Of course, with the System involved, things aren't so easy—they never are.

In this thrilling second book of the Earthborn trilogy, Lucas and Asha have survived the decimation of Earth at the hands of the invading Xalans and seek safe haven with their enemy's true foes, the Sorans. They find a lush planet inhabited by a civilization far more advanced than their own, waging a seemingly endless war against a constantly evolving enemy. The Sorans call the pair of them the "Earthborn", and they're welcomed as heroes, almost as gods.

Ten years into the worst drought the United States has ever seen, fresh water has become the scarcest natural resource in the world. China, Russia, Europe, Mexico, Canada, Australia, and other countries are all experiencing the effects of this unnatural lack of drinkable water.

One month—that’s how long it’s been since the System arrived bringing the apocalypse with it. Iain could list out the number of ways he’d survived one catastrophic event after the other, but it would just remind him how tired he is. Sadly, the old saying is true: there is no rest for the weary. That isn’t to say there haven’t been high points, because he’s had more than a few. One of the latest and greatest of which was dealing with Robin’s ex-husband.

Welcome, Magnus —Insert Surname—, you have spawned into a level 70 city—soon to be dungeon. All safe zones are transitory. Due to the city’s failing infrastructure a permanent safe zone cannot be established at this time.

Welcome, Thaddeus Hellion, The Royal Grand High Imperial Architects of the System ‘welcomes’ Earth into the Universal Collective. Apparently, the most populace sentient species on this world are humans—Wow, that’s pathetic—anyway, it should be fun to watch the lot of you die. That wasn’t good. In fact, Thaddeus would go so far as to say it was terrible, since his weekly manicure appointment was more than likely canceled.