Lives are like dust in in a raging storm, frail, and numerous. The world is already dead, the hope, and salvation that once existed were buried by their own filthy hands. The one frail beam of light that illuminated the darkness, and lead the path to life, was snuffed out by the masses.I can only watch in despair, and contempt as the world around me crumbled, as the screams of torment signalled a new day, and the cries of anguish sent me to a chilly sleep.It was all their fault, their greed, arrogance, and self conceit. As I wait for the end of the world, cursing those long dead, I accepted my pathetic end. Warning: This is merely a side project in which I will not pour too much time into, it is just an on, and off thing when I'm bored, or have free time. Do not expect predetermined continuity, or a set release schedule.