An Age in Ruin
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War. Industry breeds war. On one part of the world counties grind themselves to oblivion, arms and armor more plentiful than man serve to drive the greed and corruption of the machine.
The ash claims all. And you, for what it's worth are next to shape destiny in lands choked by smog and hopeless warfare.
I am sorry, no matter how high your fly, there is no escape, no permanent victory, eventually you will die, eventually your impact will be forgotten and none but I will remember your toil.
But, rage against the dying of the light.
Build a legacy that stays, even half forgotten under sands of time. The only future here is temporary triumph or unceremonious death, make every moment count.
Your story begins here:
I am sorry, no matter how high your fly, there is no escape, no permanent victory, eventually you will die, eventually your impact will be forgotten and none but I will remember your toil.
But, rage against the dying of the light.
Build a legacy that stays, even half forgotten under sands of time. The only future here is temporary triumph or unceremonious death, make every moment count.
Your story begins here: