This has been the strangest, most chaotic week of your life. Besides all of the crazy things that you've found out about, nature's been going ape shit. Between the freak snowfall, the whales on the beach, the birds falling out of the sky, and now tonight. You get out of the truck, your eyes glued on the night sky; there's two moons tonight.

The Vortex Club decided to throw a party in honor of the world potentially ending. The uncreative assholes literally named it their “The End of The World Party”. At least since humanity is coming to an end, that means anybody could come to their party. So, when you get to the front, Warren is waiting outside. You knew he had been waiting for you, you just thought he'd wait inside. He approaches you, a red cup in his hand. He's stumbling and slurring his speech – is he seriously drunk?