And look at you. Standing mighty the human race. Out to declare a war against the earth itself.
You fear pestilence, famine and battle but when the sick and starved have fallen and the battalions retreat what have you to fear but the inevitable truth of ME. DEATH!
Don’t look so surprised, we warned you, climate change warned you of the end, that the earth was in danger but instead you chose to repel so now the world will come to a standstill as I cast my touch of grey across your souls pulling out and feeding on the potential you had and the opportunities you wasted.
Death takes it all. I win