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Here is a quick paragraph of wirting I threw together in about 20 minutes. It is vaguely related to WCIII and fantasy worlds, but I think really it is about the doom we as the human race are lumbering planet Earth with. Sorry to get all hippyish 
Anyway, hope you likes!
And so it had finally come to be. Generations, heedless of countless warnings, who poured their hatred and anger down into the soft Earth, had unwillingly sealed a dire fate for all its inhabitants. The cruel and ravaging flame of the industrial furnace gradually engulfed the surface, suffocating the air, smothering the wind with motionless black smog. Its writhing fingers groped every far reach, leaving no rock unturned and no locked door standing. Its intoxicating seduction appealed to the deepest greed nested far within all those in the dying world. It sank its develish fangs slowly into soft, vulnerable flesh, taking foul root like a burrowing parasite. It drove men to rip the Earth apart, to tear raw metal and coal from its veins, spilling its blood messily. The world was let wounded, crying out into the cold depths beyond mortal perception, a pale vision of itself. Mankind's long and pitiful existance had never before witnessed such foul and synthetic monstrosities, and nor would it ever again witness another.
The years passed, and slowly the cries of war began to drown out nature's soft and gentle lament. Any who may once have stopped this horror were long since departed from the world, no longer burdened with the folly of others, at last they enjoyed the peace of death. The end was almost upon the horizon, and the last great king of men stood, a single tear rolling down his cheek, looking about him into the cold black span of nothingness which had unfolded and stolen the blue skies and drowned the raging sun. He knew now that his world's time was all but spent, and in the silence he weeped his final sorrow, as he finally realised he was powerless to save it from its doom.
Tell me what you think. I know I have a habit of over doing it a bit and using far too much heavy description so that is something I am trying to avoid.
Anyway, hope you likes!And so it had finally come to be. Generations, heedless of countless warnings, who poured their hatred and anger down into the soft Earth, had unwillingly sealed a dire fate for all its inhabitants. The cruel and ravaging flame of the industrial furnace gradually engulfed the surface, suffocating the air, smothering the wind with motionless black smog. Its writhing fingers groped every far reach, leaving no rock unturned and no locked door standing. Its intoxicating seduction appealed to the deepest greed nested far within all those in the dying world. It sank its develish fangs slowly into soft, vulnerable flesh, taking foul root like a burrowing parasite. It drove men to rip the Earth apart, to tear raw metal and coal from its veins, spilling its blood messily. The world was let wounded, crying out into the cold depths beyond mortal perception, a pale vision of itself. Mankind's long and pitiful existance had never before witnessed such foul and synthetic monstrosities, and nor would it ever again witness another.
The years passed, and slowly the cries of war began to drown out nature's soft and gentle lament. Any who may once have stopped this horror were long since departed from the world, no longer burdened with the folly of others, at last they enjoyed the peace of death. The end was almost upon the horizon, and the last great king of men stood, a single tear rolling down his cheek, looking about him into the cold black span of nothingness which had unfolded and stolen the blue skies and drowned the raging sun. He knew now that his world's time was all but spent, and in the silence he weeped his final sorrow, as he finally realised he was powerless to save it from its doom.
Tell me what you think. I know I have a habit of over doing it a bit and using far too much heavy description so that is something I am trying to avoid.
