The 1980s began with the failure of a 46-cent computer chip causing the NORAD headquarters to mistakenly believe that they were under attack by Soviet missiles. On the morning of June 13th, ironically a Friday, some 100 U.S. B-52s were sent into the sky, before the mistake was discovered. That was all it took, one moment, one mistake. Soon The U.S.S.R. retaliated with it's own nuclear arsenal. Countless land, sea, and air forces set into motion, prepared to defend their posts. All of it in vain, the apocalypse was already on it's way; nothing an assault rifle in the hands of a frightened man could do about that. An intercontinental firefight, ICBM's and nuclear war heads sailing east and west, penetrating the cloud line line a dagger through the heart of the world. If World War I was the war to end all wars, then World War III defied description.

Life as it was, came to an end.

Yet from the total and utter devastation, a new life began. A new Dark Age, for the Kingdom of Man. With civilization's death, trust and happiness died as well. People had nothing to be optimistic about, nothing to look forward to anymore. Just an unforgiving climate, and a limited amount of resources. This didn't stop the desperate, the greedy, from fighting for these resources. Every day was a fight, and every fight was a reminder. A reminder of what brought the world to this state, of how important survival was in these trying times, and a reminder of how callous the heart of man was. To continue to kill, in a world that had already experienced so much death and chaos. A wise man once said, "Forgive them, Father. They know not what they do."

Truer words were never spoken.