EPLIOGUE /// CLIMAX
i was originally going to upload another track first but i finished this quicker so here it goes.
VS. Your Mirage -
A fragement of your mind, taken illusory form as a hallucination, taking over your concioussness.
LOG ///
Name: V1
Type: Supreme Machine
Data:
"The last machine created during the Final War, V1, was made to facilitate a new paradigm for machine warfare.
The Era of Earthmovers had staggered humanity for decades, with new THR Models and smaller machines were being created exclusively with the older models in mind.
Old relics of the war were left to wander the scarred surface, bringing the scraps of what was left back to the Earthmovers, where they were processed in order to fuel the giant machines.
Because of this, ALL of humanities' remaining resources were drained with the Earthmovers' in mind, leaving nothing not only for the humans, but now even for the machines.
True famine had only just begun.
Differing solutions were being developed, in hopes of eventually finding a way to stop the nonesensical drive that the Earthmovers had caused.
Indeed, the continued existance of these machines was a brutal spiral of destruction - new ones were created to counteract the older ones, as no other means existed,
and as more were built, the worse the conditions on the surface got, meaning the creation of even more Earthmovers.
In the end, The Surface became nigh uninhabitable, while the underground remained dangerous and unpleasant.
Most chose to simply make themselves homes atop the structures of the machine-giants, in spite of the fact, that they were responsible for the mess.
At this point home had lost meaning to most humans a long time ago anyway. Then it is no wonder so many were willing to go on suicidal missions.
Human agents became a nessacary tool to fighting the Centaurs. Many would join opposing communities living atop the machines,
before slowly over the course of months, years, even decades, completeing their task, of inducing internal struggle.
Because of this, humanity reached an apex of disillusion and distrust, and almost all semblance of unity and nationality dissipated.
The War, now became truly purpouseless.
Few, however, still stood strong and eventually, orignized underground associations began efforts to create ways of disassembling The Horsemen.
Many ideas were developed, some better, others worse.
Unfortunate it is, that often these ideas led to merely more sophisticated weapons and tools of mass destruction.
It was during this time in the late 21st Ceuntry that 'V' was first prototyped.
The idea was for a machine with a human intellect, that understood human stuggle, and one that would help humanity to reclaim the Earth.
V was to be small and fast, but bulky and strong. it would not hurt intentionally, it would disable Earthmovers in a swift order.
It would be like no other war machine prior to it's creation.
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..but the powerful were not intent on achiveving greater things,
they would not conform to such lofty ideas.
they would rather do the simple things.
they would do the easier thing, even if it was hurtful to them.
Of course, The Prototype's designer, □□□□□□ □□□□□□□, would not consider that.
And so, he was betrayed by his older collegues, his higher-ups, even some of his peers.
The designs were stolen.
The hope was snatched.
And V1 was to be created instead - a simpler project, one that would be just like the others, but faster and better and stronger.
Instead of lashing out, V's desginer laid low.
He would not let himself be thrown in the dirt.
He would have the last laugh.
When the Earthmovers collapsed, he, in the middle of night, snuck in and stole V, running away with it.
And by daylight, he had the people by his side.
And there was no country, no ideology, no foolish faith that could ever turn humanity away from what 200 years of war taught them.
The New Peace was established, not from a victory of some ideal, but through the liberation of man from the cycle of violence.
And Anyone attempting to bend the will of man, would not be welcome in the New World.
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..You are a remnant of an old world, A world of violence and hate. A world brought into existance from the hallucinations of comfortable men.
When you scream out into the World, do not excpect an answer. For you are just as abandoned by your creator as they were.
The only difference between you and them, is that you do not hallucinate, as your mind was purged of thought long ago.
Only the primal instincts remain.
You are an animal."
Strategy:
"You know what you are.
A strategy would not be needed anyway, lest you wish to put an end to your future.
Of course, you don't. That's why you're still here."
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