(Doomsday Train! Cthulhu! Are you ready to listen to the Oracle?!) (Foreshadowing Mania & the Ancient Greek God in Charge of Knives!) (First online article by a new author!)
"We are God's abandoned orphans... The luckiest and unluckiest four percent..."
I have never seen the sun, stars, moon, or anything described in these ancient books.
"We are sinners, and we have buried the ninety-six percent of our compatriots with our own hands... Sinners are not qualified to go to heaven, so we came to hell... Living in caves like rats lingering in dark sewers..."
When I look up, steel... Dust... Yes, gray, this is the sky I know.
The whistle... This may be the last sound in the world, the reason why these pools of stagnant water are accidentally stirred up. People don't like to have this tranquility broken, but they have to accept their existence. Change... Something that people either love or hate...
Oh? ... The train is about to start, so let's stop writing here.
