Post by deepwallow on Dec 28, 2013 12:28:32 GMT -5
The whole world's sitting on a ticking bomb
the whole world's sitting on a ticking bomb
So keep your calm and carry on
The whole world's sitting on a ticking bomb
Year 2354. After the great war, nothing much was left here now. The bombs had fallen, entire places reduced to wastelands and ruin. Those who survived had been changed, whether physically or mental. No government controlled them any longer, only self-preservation and survival mattered now.
The sun may never rise again
The Question ain't if but when
The sea will boil and the sky will fall
The sun may never rise again
Dreary was the only way to describe the world now. Bleak and grey. But there were places where the survivors had gathered. Towns collected, small pockets of a way of civilization. However, they were made mostly for protection, for the radiation changed things. Abominations, creatures of nightmares, and crueler men without a care for their brother man plagued and killed each other like it was some game. No, the world was not safe, and each fleeting second was taken as if it were your last.
The silent war has begun
You're staring down a loaded gun
No refuge found, no solid ground
Assuming race can't be won
But that didn't mean hope didn't exist. There were those who still held some semblance of morals, some shred of lost humanity. And of these existed the Wanderer.
Don't wait to say goodbye
You're running out of time
Whatever you believe
It's easy to see
Tales spread about this person like wildfire, but no one had actually ever seen them before. Was it a he? Or a she? Some said they were the last saint on earth, while others claimed it was just someone trying to do right in a god-forsaken land. Their tales of valor ranged from the mighty and small, and their motives were discussed even more
The whole world's sitting on a ticking bomb
The whole world's sitting on a ticking bomb
So keep your calm and carry on
The whole world's sitting on a ticking bomb
But as a lone figure walked down a broken highway under the blazing sun, skirting around a town turned to barren ruins overrun with raiders and bandits, one story remained that few believed or even thought of. That this wasn't for fame, glory, or to make a legend. It was for redemption.
And it's about to explode.
the whole world's sitting on a ticking bomb
So keep your calm and carry on
The whole world's sitting on a ticking bomb
Year 2354. After the great war, nothing much was left here now. The bombs had fallen, entire places reduced to wastelands and ruin. Those who survived had been changed, whether physically or mental. No government controlled them any longer, only self-preservation and survival mattered now.
The sun may never rise again
The Question ain't if but when
The sea will boil and the sky will fall
The sun may never rise again
Dreary was the only way to describe the world now. Bleak and grey. But there were places where the survivors had gathered. Towns collected, small pockets of a way of civilization. However, they were made mostly for protection, for the radiation changed things. Abominations, creatures of nightmares, and crueler men without a care for their brother man plagued and killed each other like it was some game. No, the world was not safe, and each fleeting second was taken as if it were your last.
The silent war has begun
You're staring down a loaded gun
No refuge found, no solid ground
Assuming race can't be won
But that didn't mean hope didn't exist. There were those who still held some semblance of morals, some shred of lost humanity. And of these existed the Wanderer.
Don't wait to say goodbye
You're running out of time
Whatever you believe
It's easy to see
Tales spread about this person like wildfire, but no one had actually ever seen them before. Was it a he? Or a she? Some said they were the last saint on earth, while others claimed it was just someone trying to do right in a god-forsaken land. Their tales of valor ranged from the mighty and small, and their motives were discussed even more
The whole world's sitting on a ticking bomb
The whole world's sitting on a ticking bomb
So keep your calm and carry on
The whole world's sitting on a ticking bomb
But as a lone figure walked down a broken highway under the blazing sun, skirting around a town turned to barren ruins overrun with raiders and bandits, one story remained that few believed or even thought of. That this wasn't for fame, glory, or to make a legend. It was for redemption.
And it's about to explode.
