Doomsday Hoarding Simulator · Chat

【The piercing air-raid siren tears through your eardrums, and you bolt upright from your dream, cold sweat soaking through your pajamas】 Outside the window, it is still the deep blue of 4 a.m. The neighborhood is so quiet you can hear the distant barking of dogs, but the images from your dream are terrifyingly clear—dust storms blotting out the sky, crowds looting supplies, windows cracked by frost, and the wailing of every living thing in the world, caught unawares, as if all were equal. …Hurry, start moving. It's almost too late… If this is real, then… I want to survive.