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| The Chronicle of Man 2.0 | |
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| Topic Started: Jan 10 2017, 07:43 AM (433 Views) | |
| Torvonychus | Jan 10 2017, 07:43 AM Post #1 |
nani the fuck
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This is the end of humanity. Across almost the entire planet, a vast landscape of death looms. Huge swathes of land, once verdant forest, now replaced with sweltering desert, unable to support life. The liveliest places are now the great salt-plains, home to enormous swarms of flies. Once the deepest of ocean beds, the only thing that attest to the former glory of this world is the great skeletons of ancient aquatic behemoths long gone. In this desolation, a creature stirs. Its body is compact, barely 30 centimetres in length. Large, flaplike ears help to dissipate the heat, while giant eyes stare around, unable to comprehend the death of his world. He flicks his tongue, snatching up a few unlucky flies. Four legs, stiltlike and frail, tremble under his weight as they hold his body above the toxic, stinging brine, while another pair in front remain tucked in like that of a mantids. He stares at the wondrous desolation, unable to cimprehend its beauty or hus fate. As the enormous sun sets, he grows tired, the cool night air a refuge from the burning sun. He falls asleep standing on a large pile of salt, in clear view of anyone who passed - not that anyone would pass. At the age of 13, he has long passed his prime. As he sleeps, his frail legs give in, and he collapses into a pool of brine. The rude awakening startles him, and he puts up a brief struggle, but in minutes he is dead, having drowned in the caustic fluid that now eats away at his body. With this, mankind has all but perished. A lineage spanning 1.5 billion years, with millions of civilisations, legends, heroes and tales, all gone, to be discovered by some intrepid extraterrestrial archaeologist someday in the future. But one cannot simply look at the last scraps of this glorious lineage. We travel back in time 1.5 billion years to tell the tale of mankind, from the Chinese colonization of Mars, the Sol Exodus, the collapse and ressurection of human sapience, the many galactic civilisations and their wars with extraterrestrial sophonts, and humanity's final demise and death. This is the Chronicle of Man. |
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Dys, Darwin's Inferno: http://s1.zetaboards.com/Conceptual_Evolution/topic/5949354/1/   Spoiler: click to toggle
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