[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?
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