[b]AN: Hi guys, so I'm trying this out as an intro to something. What do you think? Does it have a good premise for a story? Or is it good standing alone? Thanks[/b]
It happened. The battle. The grand war of the centuries was over. Men, monsters, and machines lay dead on the battlefield. Others wounded beyond repair. And who was left standing? Who was the victor of this epic slaughter, this devastating chaos? No one quite knows for sure. The losses were to great. None could pinpoint who had stopped the fighting. It had just happened. Too weakened were they, to continue as they had. Too many had died for a cause that none remember starting, and that none really fully understood. The living and the dead were at a standstill, unsure of what to do next. But knowing at long last that this war had finally come to an end.
Where had this started? At what point did someone say, come let us fight, and for what reason? Why? None know for sure. everything had changed, new and old prejudices had arisen. This war had brought out the terrible truth about animalistic behavior and feelings. fear was ugly. Fear brought out irrational thought. it taught young and old to harbor feelings against those they had once known as friends. It taught them to be wary of everyone, distrustful. no one had companions anymore, no one had those they called family. It was every man, monster, and machine for himself.
And how then, had these great armies risen up? If they were so distrustful of another, how could they stand to let someone guard their back in the dead of night? How were they able to agree on tactics and manuevers? What had happened that so changed the thinking of man? This was the question that so plagued the survivors. As they lay next to the other fallen soldiers, of every army. Dead, they were all alike. And yet alive, so different from one another.
One by one, each came to their own conclusions. Their ancestors had wanted them to fight. They wanted them to turn against each other. To alienate themselves. But why? For what purpose? Could it be greed? Did the ancestors want everything for themselves and so began to shelter themselves from people. Were they really that foolhearty? How could one person believe that their possessions were more valuable than another person's life? Was that really all it had come down to? Was this the way they had wanted it to end?