There's nothin' there. The closest town, Tulsk? Has about two hundred people. Most people about don' speak English, but that's not really a problem. Every October all sorts of freakshow nutbags turn up wantin' to see the Gates of Hell, which is what the missionaries called Cruachan, which was on the back of me fam's farm.
The most excitin' thing to ever come out of that fuckin' hill was a rabid badger, one year.
I don't believe that it's going to be the end of the world. We've had plenty of things that like this that have happened, even worse, and this place is still standing. But usually when something does happen there's a reason for it.
Plus... getting on the boat is probably just as dangerous as staying in the City is, and the City at least is grounded. People need someone to look after them.
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