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Post by Trua on Jun 12, 2009 3:08:39 GMT
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E N T R Y # 1009374
It's been so long...
I can't really remember when I last had any hope, and I certainly can't remember when anyone else did either. As the sound of the playgrounds faded, the despair set in. Very odd, what happens in a world without children's voices.
It's been fifteen years, and still I can remember it all as if it happened yesterday. It started as rioting. But right from the beginning... you knew this was different. Because it was happening in small villages, market towns. And then it wasn't on the TV any more. It was in the street outside. It was coming in through your windows. By the time they tried to evacuate the cities it was already too late. Army blockades were overrun. And that's when the exodus started... at least for us. Before the TV and radio stopped broadcasting there were reports of war in Paris and China as well. Mutants and humans fighting - struggling and attempting to settle their anger once and for all.
We didn't hear anything more after that....
I suppose it doesn't really matter now, does it? We're stuck here, still fighting, still struggling to survive... and there is nothing else. It makes it harder - thinking that you'll never hear another piece of original music ever again. You'll never read a book that hasn't already been written, or see a film that hasn't already been shot. There is no more creation, only destruction... only fighting and war, as there always was, in the hopes that ONE day... one faction will rise up, and get their way.
But there are only so many of us... and with women infertile, the numbers aren't growing.
My team went to Moscow - and attempted to set up a base there. The fighting continued there, as it did over the rest of the world... but things began to calm down. For a while, at least. But others began to arrive... other survivors... other factions. As if Moscow had been rumored the last, salvageable place. Our seekers managed to find other survivors, and bring them to us for sanctuary.
We've gotten ourselves established, at least. We have our territory - the Misfits have theirs, and the FOH and Hostiles are content with their claims for the time being. But it's only a matter of time. Out of all the factions, the Misfits are the only ones that keep growing... and they grow more and more relentless every day - wanting to take their revenge on mutants and humans alike who 'made' them what they are. The FOH continue to push their supremacy... while the Hostiles attempt to push theirs.
We fight too... but our cause is a harder one; a hope, that mutants and humans can once more, live in peace, and rebuild what's been lost.
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