One day the kudzu will take over the South, streaming through abandoned cars, cracking through building facades and ultimately washing away humanity's insouciant past. Or, at least, that is the post-Apocalyptic image below the Mason-Dixon line. (Up North, people tend to envision smouldering cityscapes and talking rats.) Although raised in the former seat of the Confederacy, Richmond, VA's Cloak/Dagger manages to invoke both flavors of doom, as well as a few others that haunt the imaginations of folks worldwide.