War.
War never changes.
The Romans waged war to gather slaves and wealth.
Spain built an empire from its lust for gold and territory.
Hitler shaped a battered Germany into an economic superpower.
But war never changes.

In the 21st century, war was still waged over the resources that could be acquired.
Only this time, the spoils of war were also its weapons.
Petroleum and uranium.
For these resources, China would invade Alaska, the US would annex Canada, and the European Commonwealth would dissolve into quarreling, bickering nation-states, bent on controlling the last remaining resources on Earth.
In 2077, the storm of world war had come again.
In two brief hours, most of the planet was reduced to cinders.
And from the ashes of nuclear devastation, a new civilization would struggle to arise.

The end of the world occurred pretty much as we had predicted; too many humans, not enough space or resources to go around. The details are trivial and pointless the reasons as always, purely human ones.

The earth was nearly wiped clean of life, a great cleansing. An atomic spark struck by human hands, quickly raged out of control. Spears of nuclear fire rained from the skies, continents were swallowed in flames and fell beneath the boiling oceans. Humanity was almost extinguished, their spirits becoming part of the background radiation that blanketed the earth.
A quiet darkness fell across the planet lasting many years. Few survived the devastation.

muzes ztratit sam sebe, kdyz hledas venku co je uvnitr

Pan Buh si do mne stezoval,
proc pry me jenom udelal,
ze se zamestnani lekam,
buhvi, nac tu vlastne cekam?

Inu, Otce Vsemohouci,
jsem v te veci nemohouci.
Cekam az se z nebes nahna,
vytahnes me z toho bahna.

Znal jsem divku,
co jen stala a zirala,
na kazdeho, na vsechno,
vybirava nebyla.

Zirala do zeme,

zirala do oblak,

zirala vecne na tebe,
proc mohl ses jen ptat.

Kdyz ale v zirani prebor vyhrala,

svym ocim konecne
zaslouzeny odpocinek doprala.

crush

storm