Note: Yes I used Ron Perlman's Quote for the last line. It was too good NOT to be stuck in there.. So yeah I don't own anything here. Just the words..I certainly don't own Ron Perlman.
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Long Ago, when the trees could breath, and the clouds roamed unscathed, life was grand. Bottles of pop for a nickle and a full tank for 20 cents were the norm. They rode about in their jet finned caddies, their conversations filled with fantastic irrelevance. Moving pictures flooded their malleable minds, sharing their pointed ideas with the masses, shaping their persona's, giving them ideals. The ignorance was one of true patriotic glory.
But it would all change..
In the span of a day, the end began. Blue skies burned ashen black, vibrant trees were stripped of their leaves, stripped of their purpose left as lifeless husks. In a matter of hours, steel rain fell in its megatons, the American dream didn't just crumble at the prospect, it was obliterated, strewn across the landscape, and crushed by atomic fire. Indeed, it was the apocalypse, but the four horsemen paid it no mind, and humanity emerged from its' various niches and holes and entered a hell of it's own design.
The wholesome white bread suburbia and sprawling metropolis folded, flattened
at the hands of mans most destructive creation since the invention of gunpowder.
In their place lay a desolate wasteland, high on radiation, low on food, and even lower on hope.
Nature became an abomination as harsh as its' new environment, reminding man why it had feared it so, and hid behind technology to compensate for its' shortcomings. But when all was said and done, mankind still remained, and perhaps for the better. For now it had beared witness to the terrible power it had once wielded, and how such power could shatter the very foundations
humanity had sought to build. The lesson learned comes too little too late, and falls on the ears of the dead. The future is nothing more than a pockmark and a crater.
Long ago, there stood vast forests, unmolested by the tainted hands of man, spanning as far as the eye could see, and Society lulled about, wonderfully misinformed. Long ago a nation stood at the helm of an uneasy globe.
But that was then..
Civilizations change, rise and fall, but war..
War Never Changes..
