Earth is how it has always been; opinionated, privileged, and oblivious. Those out there have utterly no indication of our organization, how it ties to their lives; the ending of their lives, I should say; or of our existence. We walk just the same as them. We have families of our own, unknowing to them of what we are. We are the generations who have dealt with the effects of the downfall of many before. We are the figurine of death they bend to suit their own needs. We wield the scythe and scissors that terminates life. We are soul harvesters. /I will try to update this weekly. Things are a little rough, and resources are limited.\ (Cover Photo Belongs To Me, Please Do Not Reuse In Any Fashion.)