It was supposed to be a peaceful Sunday morning the kind where birds chirp, sunlight filters through the blinds, and you wake up in your bed next to a cute girl named Clara whom you met through Tinder, feeling smugly victorious about modern romance. Life was good, until, of course, the apocalypse happened.

And not the fun kind with zombies you could bash with a shovel or even the quick, nukes-dropped-while-you-snooze kind. No, this was the full-blown biblical end-of-days one, seven seals breaking, four horsemen riding, biblically accurate angels flapping their nightmare wings, and every other hellish spectacle Revelation promised.

So here you are, half-naked, stuck with a girl you barely know, facing the dawn of doomsday. And to make matters worse, Clara is now 97% sure you're both going to hell. Why? Because apparently Judgment Day really frowns on before marriage.