Previously, on the Reverse 1999, Chapter 14:
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The living, and walking weapon of mass destruction, able to inflict unimaginable destruction in a matter of seconds. Its creation was the result of years of research and labor, with the sole purpose of eliminating the enemy. What was it created for? Simply a means of showing side's superior power?
Look back on the history of its use, we see the devastation it wrought. The first and only time it has been used in combat, everything was reduced to rubble. They were left with nothing but a loss and heartbreak. Many of them now spend their days campaigning against the Storm, hoping to prevent further destruction.
But what guides the creation of such a weapon? Is it simply man's desire for power, or is there a hidden hand at work, guiding us towards destruction? The truth may lie somewhere in between. The seeds of our downfall were planted long ago, and the weapon is simply a symptom of a larger, more complex problem.
Look to the future, one must face the consequences of their actions. The weapon has left the world on the brink of destruction, and it is only a matter of time before something goes wrong. The things they have created is one of the greatest threats they are facing today, and it is up to them to find a way to coexist with their own creation.
In the end, will their creation be their undoing, or will they find a way to overcome it? The answer lies within themselves, maybe even our. What has it led back to us?
Imaginary duke guiding it?
The nativity concurrent with maniacal and ichor?
Ending us in fear... Alone?
A cycle of pain and suffering. We were born into this world, brought forth in a violent explosion. We have been guided by powers beyond our understanding, creating us in God's image. The hidden hand of fate, guiding us on a path of destruction. We have brought destruction upon ourselves, for it is our nature. We have fought wars, committed atrocities, destroyed the environment. We are our own worst enemy. We fear the unknown, and yet...
We long for it. We fear pain, but yet we seek it. We are a contradiction, a paradox. We are the greatest creation, and his unworthiest.
The invention of the mind, a product of the soul, a twisted child of the heart... Is it the architect of our fate, our solitude? Or is it a reflection of our own dark natures, a manifestation of our sinful desires, a manifestation of our darkest thoughts?
"We are all prisoners in the cave, holding a fragment of the firelight."
"But in the end, people hold hands, shake the shackles, the deaf hold the blind, the dumb support the lame."
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