Strap yourself in for a wild ride across the event horizon and into an apocalyptic world of infinite mass and gravity.
It’s probably time you started practicing how to talk about the apocalypse with your family, no matter your particular paranoia.
In addition to tasty notes of goji berries and rose hips, you’ll get “all the necessities to ‘potentially’ outlast the apocalypse” with a new beer from Dogfish Head brewery.
Bert the Turtle, the much-maligned mascot of America’s duck-and-cover nuclear-preparedness program, is ready for his comeback.
Societies get the apocalyptic cult movements that they deserve. In the 1970s and ’80s in the United States, that cult was Heaven’s Gate.
Increasing consumer demand for disaster response foods is pushing the product out of a cottage industry and into suburban big-box stores.
Astrophysicists and other NASA scientists have identified three ways to, theoretically, save Earth from asteroids that could be headed our way.
An inferno is lapping at the edges of Los Angeles, the quintessential Western megalopolis built on the precarious ground of smoky chapparal.
There are a tentacle-ful of ways that jellyfish remind us of the apocalypse. Really.
In most stories, the apocalypse happens to us, to humans generally. That is not the case in the comic-book series Legend.