Prologue

War. War never changes.

Mere years ago, a major revelation came about. A strange, intelligent race of two-legged primates called humanity found some kind of portal to our world. I was equal parts excited and frightened about this news. It could have opened up so many doors for both of our societies, had we learned to get along. It started with an ambassador program. They sent a few of their own kind over to investigate this new world and see what it was about. Our two kinds were stable at first, but things quickly took a turn for the worse.

Before we knew it, a top government official was slain by a human assassin. Conspiracies ran rampant and conflict quickly arose, and sooner than hoped, it escalated beyond that. I don't recall much about what happened after that. All I remember is the bombs dropping. Great clouds of fire and ash rose from the sky, like trees of death and destruction. Desperate to save my own soul, I took refuge with others in a storm shelter a block away from my home. We haven't left the shelter for three years, and supply is running thin. The word is that there's a month's worth of food and water to split between the ten of us. Sooner or later, we're all going to have to succumb to our hunger or leave to look for a solution.

I'm not sure what happened to the rest of our society, whether humans run rampant in our streets or if the portal was destroyed altogether. One thing is for certain though.
War never changes.