Dispatches from the Fallout Shelter

1,338 words Prepare, prepare the iron helm of war, Bring forth the lots, cast in the spacious orb; Th’ Angel of Fate turns them with mighty hands, And casts them out upon the darken’d earth! Prepare, prepare! — William Blake, “A War Song to Englishmen” (1783) The world is nothing but a smoking, vaporized ruin. […]