Four hundred centuries have passes since man stepped out into the cold depths of space. Forty thousand years. An age so long that that its history lies shrouded in legend. Who knows how Mankind came to be scattered across a million disparate worlds? Who remembers the wars that tore ancient Earth asunder and dragged man down to the level of brute beasts? Who could recognize the names of Earth's ancient ruins, of nations destroyed and peoples long since crumbled to dust? To these questions, there can be no answers. From these times there come only whispers of horror and death.
Oh we're so tired
Watching the world expire
Time that we retire
Up in cathedral spires.
— "Cathedral Spires" by Judas Priest
The once green earth
Is scattered with horror and gray
No winners, just losers
Who die with a few months delay
— "Straight to Hell" by Running Wild
Cathy: Does the future always have to be post-apocalyptic?
Learn by heart this poem of mine
so, dead, I still will share the time
when you cannot endure a house
deprived of water, light, or gas,
and, stumbling out to find a cave,
roots, berries, nuts to stay alive,
get you a cudgel, find a well,
a bit of land, and, if it's held,
kill the owner, eat the corpse.
I'll trudge beside your faltering steps
between the ruins' broken stones,
whispering "You are dead; you're done!
Where would you go? That soul you own
froze solid when you left your town."
Learn by heart this poem of mine.
— György Faludy, Learn by Heart This Poem of Mine
They called it The Last War. Not because it was the last war that was fought, but because it was the last one that would ever BE fought. It began over the usual shit, but this time the men in the fancy hats didn't know when to put their toys away. When it was over, it was over for good. The lakes were sand, the fields were ash and the cities were all cemeteries. Humanity was a cloud of dust blowing over everything it had built. Senators and their speeches, priests and their bibles... all they were now was soot that floated in the air and clogged in your nostrils. Cockroaches inherited the earth and mankind's survivors learned their ways. No law, faith, or creed would ever unite men again. There was nothing left to come together over, nothing left worth having. Of course, there was still plenty left to fight about.
— The opening for Weapon Brown
"A long, long time ago, there weren't any monsters. People used to live in one place and never move. They worked in small rooms and slept in small rooms and only went outside to move between the rooms. We know this because sometimes we find books and papers in the ruins."
— Clorian, A Moment Of Peace
"I do not know with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones."
The explosion that destroyed our city
Razed our home, transformed our fields into wasteland
Was nothing compare to what was now happening
To those who survived
— 65 Days of Static, "Another Code Against the Gone"
"'Thou Shalt Not Kill... And ye Shalt build up the old wastes...' Sounds like a mighty good book o' rules. Too bad they didn't listen..."
Not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.
Not one would care, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly.
And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.
— Sara Teasdale, "There Will Come Soft Rains"
Cancellation (cancellation): Human Race
Population (population) laid to waste
See our mother
Put to death
See our mother die
Take her breath away
Millions of our years
In moments dissapear
Is the outcome of hypocracy
In the exit of humanity
Coulor our world Blackened
— Metallica, "Blackened"
Oh, Gamesverse. So many collapses. They're standing on the shoulders of so many giants that their heads are brushing the upper atmosphere. Or would be, had most of the giants not tripped one another up, stabbed each other in the kidney and generally fallen over in various different ways, in ages past. So what they're really standing on is a pile of giants' skeletons, some of which have still-spiky bits of ribcage and femur sticking out to gore whoever's currently on top in the ankle.
— Aleph, author of Game Theory
"It was not, as some had predicted, the end of the world. Instead, the apocalypse was simply the prologue to another bloody chapter in human history."