As I stand here, atop a once stunningly beautiful mountain top, now reduced to little more than scorched earth and ash swirling in a bitterly cold wind, I wonder to myself. I wonder what drove the human race to such incomprehensible violence, violence that ultimately consumed the entire planet and erased all forms of life from its surface. Firey waves of radiation blasts, the cloying, dense fog of biological pathogens, the columns of thousands of soldiers, marching, shaking the very core of the earth with their combined foot falls, all working in unison for the same thing, total annihilation. They didn't know it, but every single bullet fired, magazine emptied, knife unsheathed, helped bring about the utter destruction of all sentient beings on Earth, but a few single celled organisms survived, though those wouldn't be "alive" (if you could even call it that) for much longer. They have nothing to sustain them, absolutely nothing. Such was the devestation wrought that even life forms on a molecular level can't survive.
As I stand here, atop a once stunningly beautiful mountain top, I declare yet another world, devoid of life and uninhabitable.
