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(ongoing work) The world has changed dramatically as you may have known it. There is no bright green grass, no trees (well none that ain't scorched toothpicks), water is a valuable commodity and often used for bartering for supplies. The world had become a desolate wasteland. I guess world war six was one hell of a battle. This country trying to take over that one, an so forth. Well when one side wasn't winning by brute force they decided it best to simply nuke the blimey bastards. So it began that way, or so im told. One place sent of nukes, which triggered others to launch theirs. It would seem no side won that war. Considering humans were now officially on the extinction list.
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Everything started in 2036. The pollution was so bad that the end of the world was predicted to be right around the corner. As complete panic set in around the world, the rich and important people were all gathered and placed on giant spaceships with enough resources and room to house generations of human beings. Before they left though, the government leaders fired As a result, most of the human population died off and earth was a complete wasteland. The little that survived started building local communities and trying to survive in the destroyed excuse of a planet. On the disaster of a planet, creatures mutated and were born out of the nuclear chemicals; creating new species and monsters that hunted humans. While hundreds and hundreds of years passed, the monsters kept evolving and the people kept adapting while still trying to keep a sort of community. They didn't want to lose all of their humanity and become nothing more than animals that hunted the monsters: then they would truly be no better than the monsters themselves. So they stayed civil while still doing what it took to survive.

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