But if one wants war, utilize the rules of nature to wash away the stains of time. Usher in an era where the only thing people know for real is collective consciousness. Because in the end, it has to be this way.

If the fragility of life's end is not embraced then a stranger you'll remain. So ride the hot winds blowing until you become your own master now. Find love as the world returns to ashes under the red sun. And as you say goodbye to today you'll feel the war still wages within, but your soul can't be cut.

So put your feet on the ground, and battle in the jungle. You are on a virtuous mission. Confront The Fury and meet Sorrow. Because life's end, it's the way to fall.

This is an era of next gen control. Full of infinite loops. Guns in the hands of patriots. Everything begins between father and son on the war zone, with the unmanned army. And heaven'll divide.



Do you know what day it is...?

This mission is over. Cut the power. The game is over. Something happened last Thursday. I looked up into the sky to the east and saw lights, moving erratically.