War Games
The First Conversation
"I have been watching over your world for so very long. Observing the compassion, joy, hatred, and despair from around your planet. I have seen the many wars that your kind has embarked on, everything from shooting the attacker to executing the innocent while at the same time damming the condemned. Your race shows great promise and at the same time great destruction. It would be too easy just to end the world and all the suffering and despair and so I kept giving your people second chances. But you sealed your fate when you invited a second war to come to your homeland.
Mankind is ill for thinking that they can take this war and win. They fight something that they could have said no for. They could of just said leave and take their war with them. You already tried to end it twice but failed in doing so. Now you pay in lives as you continue this war with bloodstained hands.
And what do you try to say for yourself. 'We're young, helpful, have a debt to pay.' Whatever the reason for getting involved in this centuries old war may just be your downfall as I lay my hand on Fate's shoulder and ready to lead his army to lay waste to everything."
"So than why are you keeping us alive along with our allies?"
"Because I still see potential in your war torn eyes. You hold the cards to end this war, now will you raise or will you fold?"
"I raise, how 'bout yourself."
"I, too, raise my bet. If my side wins than your world along with the many others involved with these people will be destroyed by my hand and Fate's army. Leaving whoever is left to suffer from the repercussions of hell."
"And if I will you will end this war along with exile the 'Cons."
"Humans are such risky animals, jumping on the chance to end it all. What would you do if I won and decided to leave you with the few left alive?"
"Rebuild and live on, regardless of what you do."
"Then let's begin our war games, Sam Witwickey."