<::Look behind you. You’ll be able to quantify their sentiment of this planet through their actions.::>
You turn around. A black, cratered, smoking wasteland even more decrepit than the snow you grew accustomed to. The sky, no longer gray, casts a black shadow of death upon the smoldering ground below. Deep craters rising high above the flattened Earth pockmark the ground, now becoming the only thing of elevation there, as they make it look like a blackened sponge. Hills, flattened. Cities-or what was left of them-vaporized. Everything erased. Life itself, in this corner of the world, has been snuffed with one fell swoop. Nothing can live here, scratch that, nothing will EVER be able to live here again. The soil and sediment has been reduced to a hardened basalt platform of which nothing will be able to flourish. The water from the gulf, presumably because the ground is basically melting, is steaming and boiling as it rushes into the holed Earth. The synth units have become visible with the naked eye, and even though pretty much everything has been exterminated, they still pelt the ground with pulse ammunition. They want it to be a full blown wasteland. The sky above, as if it were molding and rotting, is slowly turning a blackened-white mixture. The ashy snow clouds above are being obscured by ashy smoke plumes. Not even the light of the sun, the dim remnant of normalcy, can break the barrier. <:: Does it make sense now? They don’t care about life, they care about their military. Their muscles, their power.::> You look at the MPF commander, who’s now looking at the ruined landscape. <::They did what they did to me, to the OTA, to the Elite soldiers and DvLs because they could.::> You have no words. So instead, you keep walking. The MPF platoon does the same. You’re tired, but you must continue… …If you ever want a chance to escape your ruined future. ... 5/17/24
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You turn around.
A black, cratered, smoking wasteland even more decrepit than the snow you grew accustomed to. The sky, no longer gray, casts a black shadow of death upon the smoldering ground below. Deep craters rising high above the flattened Earth pockmark the ground, now becoming the only thing of elevation there, as they make it look like a blackened sponge.
Hills, flattened.
Cities-or what was left of them-vaporized.
Everything erased.
Life itself, in this corner of the world, has been snuffed with one fell swoop. Nothing can live here, scratch that, nothing will EVER be able to live here again. The soil and sediment has been reduced to a hardened basalt platform of which nothing will be able to flourish. The water from the gulf, presumably because the ground is basically melting, is steaming and boiling as it rushes into the holed Earth. The synth units have become visible with the naked eye, and even though pretty much everything has been exterminated, they still pelt the ground with pulse ammunition. They want it to be a full blown wasteland.
The sky above, as if it were molding and rotting, is slowly turning a blackened-white mixture. The ashy snow clouds above are being obscured by ashy smoke plumes. Not even the light of the sun, the dim remnant of normalcy, can break the barrier.
<:: Does it make sense now? They don’t care about life, they care about their military. Their muscles, their power.::>
You look at the MPF commander, who’s now looking at the ruined landscape.
<::They did what they did to me, to the OTA, to the Elite soldiers and DvLs because they could.::>
You have no words.
So instead, you keep walking. The MPF platoon does the same. You’re tired, but you must continue…
…If you ever want a chance to escape your ruined future.
...
5/17/24
former hgm, npu dvl (sentry), lvet co