The years, Earth had become even more unstable. Science developed, nuclear waste spilled into the oceans, and the humans were depleting the layers that Earth had left. Produce had become uneatable, and the animals we had left had mutated. Earth relied on food supplements, or packets of powder, that when heated, became bread, or meat, or anything, but whatever it was, it wasn't good for the body. Millions were dying everyday, and there was always a chance that everything that was run on nuclear power would explode. We had wore the Earth so thin, it was beginning to fall apart from the inside, like when you try to make a cake withou the baking powder.

Everyone knew this would happen. We all knew that we were doomed. We all knew we would cause our own downfall. The government, scientists, NASA, all the other major space organizations... Knew. Yet they still continued to destroy the Earth. They destroyed it, and planned for it. They had prepared shuttles to take off. They had discovered a planet suitable for humans, but not for every human. Like always, the upper class got the privileges, and they were guaranteed a spot. There were several that didn't make it. The poor, the homeless, the hungry. They were the ones to die. The ones that barely had a first life, were denied their chance at a second one. All because the corrupt society that denied them access to go, was the same one that denied them a decent life, and that gave the privileged more privileges, and gave the denied more denial.

Millions died, and millions survived, but we're here now. Our chance at another life. We are back to our roots. Hunting, gathering, except of course with the guns and technology that ruined our world, they hope to make a new one. The world is advancing too fast, and our old ways that we adopted again have been abandoned... By most. But there our a handful that know why the Earth fell apart, and won't let it happen again. The only difference of our new, Rapidly advancing world, and our old, slowly declining world, is the primordial. The creatures that once roamed our earth, roam this one. They live alongside us, but are slowly traveling farther away, as we are killing them off, for sport. There are few that still trust us, and more of us that don't trust them. The portray them to be merciless killing machines, that want nothing to do, but take our world, when the world was their's in the first place, and we, are the ones killing them.

Some protected them, but most kill, with the scarlet dripping from their hands a sign of victory, and power, and to them, power is everything. The primordial is drifting away from us, and we from it. Those loyal to the Primordial fight againts the New Age, in an attempt to stop it. They are outlawed, and the government portrays them as traitors. We fight to survive, and to thrive, because with the rapid advancements, this world is bound to end up like the last we inhabited, a wasteland of nuclear byproduct and debris, and we, will keep doing this over and over, until the human race is extinct, and all the species we made contact with.

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