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The world leaders have sent out messages to the remaining men on the world, in behest of their imminent end towards the 'Buchukisu' menace that has brought ruin to modern civilization. Their voices are parched with fear as the inevitable finally becomes more real as the days go along and seemingly become never-ending nights.

Lips are the gateway to the soul for those with this 'Buchukisu' toxin wreaking havoc, causing those infected to lust for their mouth's to latch onto their next subject and sap them of their energy through 'Kissing'. Buchukisu is a genetic mutation, turning women into eye-less, big-lipped humanoids that smooch to communicate and reproduce.

You on the other hand are one of the survivors, male or female, that is capable of resisting the toxin. You are not able to resist their soul-sucking smooching, however. They can attack in droves, piling onto you like bees and using their pouty, large, lips to take care of you.

The night blends with red and purple; tainted by fire and smoke. You are the last of your city, having lost everything to the 'Buchukisu' menace ailing the streets. You can run, you can most certainly hide, but for how long?