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So some god smoked a million godly cigarettes and exhaled that all over the Earth, causing the entire planet to erupt into chaos, death, explosions, implosions, and general apocalyptic events. The air is foul. Probably poisonous. Despite this, life inexplicably continues for one slacker and his cat. As far as Isaac knows, and depending on what side of the AI sentience debate you're on, he's the only human left on the planet. He would resign to his fate-playing the latest Fallout or replaying Portal 2 on the PS6 until the electricity fails and he begins to rot more than just his brain.

The world’s first and probably last anti-running, anti-prepping fat man has survived the zombie apocalypse against all odds. He’s eaten his way through all the chocolate he could find and still been more than a match for the army of un-dead taking over the world. Along with his demented beagle Doug and ‘not sure if real’ friend Bob, Jim escaped Australia by the skin of his teeth and set up shop on ‘Jim Island’. But island life was not all it was cracked up to be and a quest to find other survivors and more curry draws them back into the thick of battle.

My name is Zachary Nixon Johnson. The year is 2057, and after a handful of species-altering upheavals, Earth-shattering cataclysms, history-changing extraterrestrial contacts, and pop-culture disasters, the world is now a pretty safe place. But, of course, as in times past, people still run the shades-of-gray gamut from good to evil. There are still cops and robbers, saints and sinners, voters and politicians. And every once in a while some crazy thing happens that threatens all of society, all of humanity, even the entire space-time continuum. And it always happens on my watch.

To the outside world, Sarah Hart has it all, starting with the captain's insignia on her International Space Corps uniform. But from there, it's strictly downhill. Far from her dreams of military service, Hart's life at the helm of the Milky Pleasure is just as icky as its name suggests, her cruise ship full of fleshy fantasy seekers and the crew equipped with more baggage than the passengers. Throw in an alien species determined to erase humanity, and a dead-end job looks like it's coming to a, well, dead end.

Sam Meeko never thought that he’d ever get a superpower, especially one that allows him to smell everything. Everything. With his unconventional power, Sam joins forces with a group of women hellbent on getting to the bottom of a countrywide conspiracy. It’s going to take some thinking outside the box, and when that doesn’t work, Sam and his group might need to tear the walls down.