After the End/Quotes
Four hundred centuries have passes since man stepped out into the cold depths of space. Forty thousand years. An age so long that that its history lies shrouded in legend. Who knows how Mankind came to be scattered across a million disparate worlds? Who remembers the wars that tore ancient Earth asunder and dragged man down to the level of brute beasts? Who could recognize the names of Earth's ancient ruins, of nations destroyed and peoples long since crumbled to dust? To these questions, there can be no answers. From these times there come only whispers of horror and death.
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Oh! We're so tired —Cathedral Spires by Judas Priest
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The once green earth —Straight to Hell by Running Wild
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Cathy: Does the future always have to be post-apocalyptic? |
Learn by heart this poem of mine —György Faludy Learn by Heart This Poem of Mine
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They called it The Last War. Not because it was the last war that was fought, but because it was the last one that would ever BE fought. It began over the usual shit, but this time the men in the fancy hats didn't know when to put their toys away. When it was over, it was over for good. The lakes were sand, the fields were ash and the cities were all cemeteries. Humanity was a cloud of dust blowing over everything it had built. Senators and their speeches, priests and their bibles... all they were now was soot that floated in the air and clogged in your nostrils. Cockroaches inherited the earth and mankind's survivors learned their ways. No law, faith, or creed would ever unite men again. There was nothing left to come together over, nothing left worth having. Of course, there was still plenty left to fight about.
—The opening for Weapon Brown
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A long, long time ago, there weren't any monsters. People used to live in one place and never move. They worked in small rooms and slept in small rooms and only went outside to move between the rooms. We know this because sometimes we find books and papers in the ruins.
—Clorian, A Moment of Peace
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"I do not know with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones."
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The explosion that destroyed our city —65 Days of Static, Another Code Against The Gone
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"'Thou Shalt Not Kill... And ye Shalt build up the old wastes...' Sounds like a mighty good book o' rules. Too bad they didn't listen..."
—Grandpa Squirrel ("They" being humans), Peace on Earth
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Not one will know of the war, not one —Sara Teasdale, There Will Come Soft Rains,
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Termination (termination) |
First there was the collapse of civilization... anarchy, genocide, starvation... then we got The Plague.
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