Giant heads carved of obsidian appear upon the pebble beaches. Sounds like the beating of giant brass gongs reverberate in thundering booms across the land. Farmers recoil in terror as cattle give birth to ungodly two-headed off-spring. Old men, with ragged grey beards and mad glaring eyes, appear at street corners wearing sandwich boards, and with their long and crooked fingers they warn of impending doom. The wise stargazing sages of the countryside scan the dark heavens for eclipses and celestial signs. Fervent piety sweeps the land as the people of Ireland prepare themselves for the coming of the long promised apocalypse. On the island’s rocky western coast, fishermen report sightings of dark ominous shapes upon the horizon. With the land gripped by fear, the wagons begin to cross the Shannon and flee eastward. For something is afoot…..
Yet not all of the nation’s people cower in terror, and a small band of journalism students boldly turn against the human tide and make their way to the cliff-tops. With quivering hearts, they face out across the sea and await the arrival of fate.
The time that grown-ups fear to talk of has arrived. The rumour that haunts the frightened whispers of children has come to pass. Breathe deeply, and let your eyes linger for the last time upon the world as you know it, for all is about to change.
Here come the BLOGs
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