Disclaimer: I do not own Advance Wars, the characters, the units, the world, or it's destruction (Heh). All rights and trademarks go to Nintendo, as well as my praise for making such an awesome game! Yay! Props also go to them for making a GOOD post-apocalypse story which, in my books, is a REALLY hard thing to do (It's rather simple to screw up a concept like that and make a bad story...)

Author's Note: Wow, it feels like FOREVER since I've written anything! I know alot of people wanted an update to my Pokefic... Well, thats on hiatus right now until I get inspired to work on it again. I've just been feeling so useless lately that I wanted to get SOMETHING done, so here is project #246-B, my Advance Wars fic! I may not finish it, but I'll be damned if I'm just going to do nothing with my days off! I do ask that any comments/threats along the lines of "FINISH THE OTHER DAMN STORIES" be EMAILED to me, instead of posted as reviews here for this one, please and thanks.

Anyway, about this story, a few things off the bat here; this story DOES follow the AW: DoR storyline, and it will do so as closely as possible. Granted, I plan to take my share of liberties with it where I can, but except to see some dialouge/quotes straight from the game tossed in here (This isn't due to a lack of creativity on my part, but for the most part the game did an excellent job on speech-content, so really there was no room to improve it) Also, naturally, except a ton of spoilers from reading it... I mean, duh, right?

-- Prologue: Excerpt

War is inevitable.

It's a common enough fact, in any day and age. Today, yesterday, years long passed and those still to come. Humans are aggressive by nature; it's only natural that they will, inevitably, take up arms against one another. Most certainly peace will, in time, come about as a result, but it is never everlasting – Sooner or later, it all begins anew.

But no matter how bad the fighting got, no matter how many bodies fell, the world lived on through it all. No matter how much damage was done, it could always be undone. The planet could do what people simply couldn't; survive.

… At least, that's we used to think. That was the truth of it… Until the meteors fell.

It all happened so fast; the day was like any other. One battle had ended, the next simply awaiting it's beginning, when the fire rained down. No one knows how many fell upon us and in the end, it matters not. When the meteors struck, the land burned. When they hit, the earth shook. When they destroyed us, the oceans raged.

Not from the deadliest of weapons could the planet be so supremely felled – The devastation was total. The planet was dead.

The impacts forced dust upwards, blotting out the sun in its entirety. Never again would we be blessed with a hot summer's day, nor would its light shine down on us in the early morn. It was as though we had been forgotten, in a way, left to our own devices as it were.

It's crazy to think that we can still survive. Ludicrous, even. When the planet itself has been slain, turned truly to little more then an ashen wasteland, then how could we, the very humans who time and again sought our own destruction, survive where our home did not? The very idea is…

No. We're not done yet. The human race won't die – Not without a fight. Despite the destruction, despite even the death of our precious planet, we will live on. As long as there is life, there is hope.

And that hope is what will sustain us, until we have the strength to stand strong once more.

-- Excerpt from a ruined journal.