6 THE TRULY WAR...

The Truly War was brutal, it changed society. A group decided to come out, go to the government and say 'we aren't human so fuck 'em all!' but that didn't work out. The governments freaked out. It was no longer between one government vs another, it was the world against their own people.

The battles left bloody marks in our backyards, the bodies left fertilizer for our crops, and the world cried for the dead and living. I was still in the army with the war started. While I relished the time I spent in the army, surrounded by humorous buff men, but there was time I hated my time. I will never forget the bodies littering the valleys from either side, my righteousness was overburdened by the unknown dead, their corpses the nightmares of their children. The bloody paths left on the battle field were forever carved into society's constant mind.

The world mourned for those who seemed foolish enough to heed every order, to kill every man before him. But as the years seemed to pass, the world seemed to begin to forget the dead, the orphans burning in rage and anguish.

We live in a world where humans coincide with the Others and it was an okay world. Peace was assured through mutual capabilities to destroy one another. Humans made unbeatable weapons, Others built up their powers and strengths, and most of all governments raised armies containing both.

But with the changes, the world seemed to go back in time. We brought back the brothels, bar brawls, the endless crap that made this world shitty.

But these year society gave up, lifted their hands in defeat and adapted completely. Now there are cities, towns, and castles.

Along with all the other blasts of the past, a brothel and bar combined, to make the 'Vision,' where the girls and boys chose you. And you, the dear customer, get to pay them for their picking you and doing 'it' with you.

That's where the assholes brought me. I gingerly nurse my iced gin, watching the boys joke around with their overflowing bottles of beer. The crowds celebrated the new night, one open for new experiences. And I mourned another night in a bed sleeping whilst a stranger pretends to sex it up. My soul left in bitter shards.