Visions are a thing I have learned to hate in my life. I've had visions for a long time now. They started when I was eight, around the same time I first found out that I wasn't normal like all the other kids. Now when I say I have visions I don't mean those fake traveling fair visions you get from circus fortunetellers. I mean I have real visions, the kinds that really come true. They are the kind that would give most nightmares and give others hope. They twist and combine to make me exist in a sleepless world of agony. Yet I will get by. Just pray you never have to suffer my destiny of having these visions forever.
Fires burn endlessly high and highways lay in crumpled chunks of asphalt. The most impressive structures made by human hands lie in ruin. Smoke rises from these ruins turning the heavens into a greasy black and gray blanket that the sun, even with all its power, cannot penetrate. What is left of humankind lives a repulsive existence in the ruins of ravaged cities. Many think of death as their only relief from this putrid existence. A world of billions has been reduced to a world of just a few. To all that inhabit it, the world has become a living hell on earth. Where are it's heroes, it's saving graces? They are all dead and gone all that remains of Goku and the others are memories.