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10/28/11(Fri)18:24 No.16767780Our world was dying. No, that's not right... *deep, spastic cough* ...our world was dead. The skies were heavy with poisonous air. The seas boiled with pollution. The earth itself... *hiss* ...the earth was just ashes. And we were dying. Our ancestors... Those Who Were... *coughs, spits phlegm*... they saw that they would not last one more generation. And they looked around them to find a way to survive. Anything to survive, they thought... And they looked through their great archives of knowledge, all that knowledge that killed the world, to find a way to bring it back to life. *clears throat* Those Who Were used all their ingenuity, all their strength and all their cunning, and they brought life back into this world. No, they FORCED life into the world. For all their knowledge, their ways were crude and forceful. They made the monstrous seeds... *spits* ...and they seeded the earth, and the sky, and the waters. And everywhere, there was life. It bubbled, it stirred, it mixed with itself, a glorious chaotic mass. Those Who Were looked, and despaired, because they knew that they were finished. They had violated life in their desperate bid to survive, *chuckles, coughs violently* and broken the boundaries between species... What is a species, you ask? A meaningless question, now, youngling. Heh.
And so, in one generation, Those Who Were seized to be. They became one with the world, some turned into its walls and caverns, some becoming the mindless beasts that roam the wild lands... A fitting end to those wretched creatures who thought themselves masters of the world. |