Ritual Entry 88-Ξ — Pizza Apocalypse
 
When the Eternal Flame fell silent, the metal priests took its place.
They baked without breath, seasoning with fallout, worshipping heat without holiness.
Their crusts still smolder in the void, and sometimes, one slips through.
 
Taste it, and remember why the Flame must never die.
 
 
Each pie bakes differently, so it may not look just like our photo here. Worry not, Pepperoni Satan himself inspects every pie with our revolutionary 666 point quality inspection and gives each pie his seal of approval on the bottom.