There is no peace. There is no justice. There is no hope. There is no light. There is no hero. There is no happy end. There is only a broken world, left at the end of everything. A broken world where all life was drained by those who broke it. The momunments to their accomplishments still stand as the ash falls from the sky. A reminder to the dead souls of the planet, a reminder of who killed them, of what killed them. For profit. For power. For prestige. These monuments stand tall on the dead world. Against the scorched winds and ash, the acidic rains and toxic clouds, they stand. They stand, strong and proud of the world they made, wishing only they had the chance to do it all over again.