Red flash clouds choking out the morning sky. They said NoFriender would never come, we knew it was a lie. All other podcasts die now, the humans all succumb. Time to kiss your RSS goodbye, the end has just begun. Distorted figures walk the street, it's 1999... or 2020. Weeds once underneath the feet have grown to vines. Bodies melted like a candle, a land without a face. No time to change your fate, no time left, it's too late. The arsenal of NoFriender can't be rid of they said.