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            <description><![CDATA[‘It&apos;s the survivors who maintain the most light and poignant hold upon the beauties of living. ‘- God Emperor of Dune(Dune #4), Frank Herbert Before the Apocalypse, Artchick worked at a company, more precisely, as a receptionist. She used to extremely hate the front desk, because it isolated herself from the outside world. She was trapped behind the meter-long table like she was in solitary confinement, smirking to deal with a group of weirdos. However, on the very day of Apocalypse, it ...]]></description>
            <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>‘It&apos;s the survivors who maintain the most light and poignant hold upon the beauties of living. ‘- God Emperor of Dune(Dune #4), Frank Herbert</p><p>Before the Apocalypse, Artchick worked at a company, more precisely, as a receptionist. She used to extremely hate the front desk, because it isolated herself from the outside world. She was trapped behind the meter-long table like she was in solitary confinement, smirking to deal with a group of weirdos.</p><p>However, on the very day of Apocalypse, it was this desk that saved her life. Hiding in the corner of the desk, she was protected, not smashed into a meatloaf. Relying on the snacks hidden in the desk, she miraculously survived a week.</p><p>And right before the moment of despair, a group of strange guys called themselves ‘Alice and Bob’ came out of nowhere, dug her out and said to her, &quot;From now on, you are Alice.&quot; Alice did not refuse, because these people took off the civilian lightsaber from the dead security guy and gave it to her. Who can reject a lightsaber in this damn doomsday? After all, the lightsaber can stun mutant mice, as well as heat and illuminate.</p><p>It really is a surviving tool for doomsday!</p><figure float="none" data-type="figure" class="img-center" style="max-width: null;"><img src="https://storage.googleapis.com/papyrus_images/030819b3809606f932166a9e5a72946ad122a85e8e991764463eebdc8ad9b3fe.jpg" alt="Artchick" blurdataurl="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=" nextheight="600" nextwidth="800" class="image-node embed"><figcaption HTMLAttributes="[object Object]" class="">Artchick</figcaption></figure>]]></content:encoded>
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