"So as near as I could tell the end of the world began roughly about the time that Billy Carverís butt rang - about halfway through the War of 1812."
Sixteen year old Briar Gamble is having a bad day.
It started with the cell phones singing for Santa Claus.
Then came the tanks and the storm troopers.
The Black Masks, in their black fish bowl sunglasses.
And then along came Captain Albino.
The shooting started shortly after that.
Like I said - Briar Gamble is having a REALLY bad day.
And it's about to get worse.
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