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I again pleaded with the entity that is running this infernal simulation to please stop.

A victory will be seen as a watershed event, the final flushing of Trump and his minions into the infernal swamp from which they emerged.

But before I could do anything, there was that infernal sound from the front portal.

Its three suns move and align in such a way as to create regular but random apocalyptic events, from infernal heat to sudden ice ages to gravitational vortexes, that destroy the civilization again and again.

For now, all scientists can do is monitor the infernal proceedings—and hope that their observations will, eventually, reveal the secrets behind this novel show of volcanic force.