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there isn't much left on the surface.
a smoldering wasteland
of twisted metal skyscrapers,
blackened, lifeless forests,
and the immortal mountains
looking out over an empty world,
waiting again for the spark of life.
some of us had the chance,
the chance to move underground
or be blasted to ash with everything
else.
the hopeless chose death.
the desperate,
fled for their lives.
when at first we delved into her
depths,
the earth found ways to nourish us,
but the radiation was high on the
surface,
so we had to move deeper underground.
in the depths of the earth,
we came upon forms of life we
never imagined could exist.
insects and reptiles never before
seen,
and creatures of myth we never thought to be
true.
the gnomes we met first,
and they were kind and gentle.
although we could not communicate with
them
in thier own language,
they taught us to make proper shelters
and
which caverns were the best to
populate.
for a while we thrived,
but there are more sinister creatures
than gnomes in the bowels of the
earth.
orcs and dark elves,
began raiding our refugee camps.
killing women and children,
torturing and enslaving men.
they didn't want us out,
they just wanted us dead.
at first we held them off,
their magic unable to overpower our
technology,
but they knew the ways of the
darkness,
the secrets of the rock,
and used it to their advantage.
only a few years have passed
since man had wiped himself
off the surface of the earth,
and now we are hunted for sport.
animals and sins against nature we
are,
better off having killed ourselves all at
once,
than trying to escape our doom.
who will be the last?
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