| Display title | The Rapture Logs |
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This attribute controls the content of the description and og:description elements. | Rapture is coming; it's not quite here yet, but it's coming. In the meantime, we're treated to a complete day-by-day telling of the world's biggest apocalypse since Revelation, in the form of daily journals kept by sixteen-year-old Jordan Dooling. While we may not have salvation yet, we do have endless zombies, ferocious creatures who seem to have been ripped straight from creepypasta, an eldritch dimension bleeding its way into our own through floating "Doors," The Blues Brothers that can create entire worlds inside your own head, politics thrown out every window possible, a being that will either control you or rape you in ways you'll really wish weren't possible, and we may or may not have the slender man, too. And don't forget the spidercats. |
