When the sky was turned red and the blood of our enemies rained upon us, we realised that our glorious victory would be shortlived, and ill remembered by those who lived past it's initial glory. Which luckily was not many. I was one of the unfortunate few that was spared by whatever mystic force looks over us, or now the eternal red hue residing over our poor, forsaken earth. No victory was worth this price, and no amount of remorse will reverse the actions we perperatrated. We move foward, until the end of our days, until the end of the earth, until all life is dead and all hope is forever lost.
