we once called this place our home, now it is just a place where we burry the dead. we haven't much more room to burry anyone anymore. there are piles upon piles of lifeless remains of the many people that we named as friends, family and enemies, all lie bakeing in the heat of the sun. the rancid stench of decaying flesh is too much to bare, yet we still dig so that the corpses of these people we once knew may have a proper burrial... i do believe they deserve it... they have all fought valiantly. this place once was a glorious city until the beasts of the world sought to destroy it all..., to destroy us all. the beasts are enormous, beyond belief. tentacle monsters of the sea, gigantic boars, trolls, ogres.... all raging war upon us. one hit from these beasts can take out hundreds of soldiers... and have since then killed zrillions of us. we have built kingdoms of armies to annihilate these beasts, to rid the planet of these monsters... yet, wave after wave, our soldiers run in to deal the slightest amounts of damage and be taken out with ease. how much longer till they are gone? how many more people have to die.........?... how many more... are left..?