Synopsis
Graham is getting married tomorrow. He's terribly excited as nothing much ever happens to him these days.
These days the concentration of atmospheric carbon is 400,033 parts per billion volume. This equated to 992,070,290,000 metric tones of carbon hanging over our heads.
Hanging over Wilma's head is the prospect of organising Graham's stag-do. Will thought that being bestman woudl be all bridesmaids and booze. He never foresaw the difficulty of trying to book a stripper on a thursday.
On a thurday surprisingly soon, all trillion tons of carbon will fall from the sky. Air will be blackened, oceans poisoned and two men will be buried alive in an off-license... Armageddon is such a bitch!
Join Will and Gray as they struggle through the galaxy's first post-apocalyptic survivalist satire.