âThe coming years will prove increasingly cynical and cruel. People will definitely not slip into oblivion while hugging each other. The final stages in the life of humanity will be marked by the monstrous war of all against all: the amount of suffering will be maximal.
You are going to die in front of dozens of witnesses, and none of them will do a thing to help you or avenge you. Because they know exactly what you know:
The world is ending.â
You are going to die in front of dozens of witnesses, and none of them will do a thing to help you or avenge you. Because they know exactly what you know:
The world is ending.â
For mankind had been falling into a dark age that would be ruled by war and death, and this was a chance to start anew. The Monsters set out in the night, taking those they deemed unworthy, and dragging them back to the box, where they would also become a monster of Pandora as time passed.
Some put up a fight, and while there was some minor destruction, in the end it was like nothing had even happened, because by morning the fire's had died, and silence had taken over. The few who were 'worthy' were left in a deserted world, their numbers small and divided.
The world as they knew it had ended within a few short hours, and they didn't even have any dead bodies to show for it. No one could explain what had happened, but one thing was for sure, this was a new time, a new era, and a new world.
The answer was there all along however. A group of archiologists had found a seemingly endless hole in Africa, and they decided to meddle, to go down in there, to see how far it would go, and when they got the to bottom, which was so far the sun could not reach, they found a box with strange carvings on them, cravings telling a story of end days, of monsters rising to power and taking over the world. They didn't know it only took one prick and one drop of blood from a young girl...and the box would open. If only they had known.
The head of the team made the fool mistake of taking his daughter down there one day, to see the pretty box that was bigger than a bakery building. She had reached out, ran her fingers along the cravings. That's when it happened. A sharp sting of metal. A small hiss of pain. And then, the box opened. Out came the beasts, crawling out with vigor, and dragging the men into the box until all that was left with the girl.
No one knew what became of her, no one knew it was her fault, but the Monsters traveled to the surface next, and started collecting anyone they deemed bad, evil, unworthy of humanity, and they took them back to that hole, to that box. And they will be back, but not to collect more bad people, but to kill the good.
