Since the dawn of human kind, when our ancestors first discovered the killing power of rock and bone, blood has been spilled in the name of everything, from God to justice to simple, psychotic rage.
In the year 2077, after millennia of armed conflict, the destructive nature of man could sustain itself no longer. The world was plunged into an abyss of flatten lands to valleys and mountains. But it was not, as some had predicted, the end of the world. Instead, the apocalypse was simply the prologue to another bloody chapter of human history. For man had succeeded in finding the best breast size – but war, war never changes.



















































2 Comments
small is better.
Would’ve had more impact if you have pics of chicks wearing bikinis fashioned from nuclear warheads.