~~~~ One thousand, two hundred and fourty seven years later ~~~~
Blood. The only colour to paint the world. Wars have been happening non-stop once realisation popped in that the dominant species needed to be found. So many lives lost with only a few of the originals left. All others join in the paint of the town, the blood of the once living as destruction is all that strays behind.
Rubble, blood and dust.
The only sight in miles as the living hide from view and away from the destruction, only darring to show themselves when they set their next trap for the enimes.
Because thats all anyone is, enimes.
Your only safe when your with your own kind, for you have to protect your own and it's the best chance at survival and winning.
~~~~five years later ~~~~~
White flags start to pop out of the rummble, but thats all there is really. The once great city crumbled to dust. What was once filled with bussinesses, shops and homes is all tumbled down and all that remains is chunks of concrete and sand that was once the glass of the towerring, powerful buildings. Head start to pop out with their hands held in surrender, white flags the symbol of peace held tightly in their grasps and they cross there fingers and hope the message is recieved.
Almost simutaneously weapons drop and a sighs of relief and happiness fill the air as the realisation sets in that the one thousand, two hundred and fifty year old war has finally come to an ending as everyone seeks the peace they don't remember ever living as almost all were born in this war.
