If you think I own this, then you need to lay off the booze.
Chrono Trigger
Prolouge
The sky was clear on that day, as all would remember for years. There was a sad irony in what happened. All the countries of the world had just signed an international peace treaty a mere two days earlier.
The year was 1999 AD., the pinnacle of human advancement. Cities were built in giant glass domes to protect from disease and harsh climates. Crime was almost non-existent, and disease was all but wiped out. Humans were on the verge of reversing the damage done by global warming. At last, it had seemed, humans were on the road to peace and harmony.
As fate would have it, of course, the very moment peace and harmony seemed a viable possibility, some grand cataclysmic event would just have to occur and wipe the slate clean. Unfortunately, that was exactly what happened.
South of the northern-most dome, a small crack appeared on the surface of the earth. As the seconds passed, the crack grew wider and wider. There was an immense heat emanating from the crack that incinerated everything for miles. The crack grew larger still until finally, out of the fissure, a being that looked rather reminiscent of some mutant porcupine emerged.
The moment its contorted "face", if you could really call it that, emerged, the skies turned dark and thunder crashed to the ground at random intervals as though it were some half-baked attempt to off the monster in plain sight. And the wind, the terrible, howling wind. It was as though the planet itself was screeching in terror and pain. As well it should have been, for the massive beast chose that moment to fire off several "torpedo-like"--if only in the way they acted--needles, each with the impact of a Hydrogen bomb.
Not surprisingly, the attack did not go unnoticed. For, in a military dome to the East, several Generals were watching and planning.
"Direct attack on Truce!" The operator of the dome yelled, announcing the destruction of one city. He looked almost frantic.
"Calm down!" the supervisor yelled back, in an attempt to settle down the others. "How does it look down there?" A quick glance at the map eliminated all remaining hope. The map, if it was to be believed, which it was, clearly showed them as being the only undamaged dome on Zenan. Panning the map out only served to prove their worst fears right. They were last active dome, not just on Zenan, but on the entire planet.
"Porre...Choras...Medina...!" The frantic operator yelled becoming, if possible, even more frantic, "Everything's been destroyed!!" The room remained silent, save for the alarms blaring in the room. The news wasn't over yet, "Director!" the operator yelled, "We're under attack!"
The Director was swift to respond, "Take cover in the ShelterDome!" As everybody else left though, the Director remained, slouching over his desk. Faithful to the end, the soldiers seized their beloved commander by the arms. "Director!" they yelled, "Sir, you must come with us!"
The Director resisted, pleading with them to leave, "We're out of time! Get moving!!" he yelled, as a large chunk of the ceiling collapsed to the ground.
It took some great effort, but the soldiers let go of his arms. As two more parts of the ceiling collapsed, this time landing dangerously close, they acknowledged his request, "Y, yes sir!"
After a few moments of deep thought, the Director raised his glance to the several cracked view screens just ahead. "...Lavos..." He muttered, as the ceiling collapsed on him.
And now matter how hard anyone wished it, the future wasn't going to change...or...was it?