((CW: War, Bombing, Nuclear Warfare))

Humans were too greedy. Too evil. They destroyed their world while trying to “save” it from themselves. All that was left were the creatures brought to light by the remnants of human civilization...and you. You were the only human left (if you so choose), and you had been wandering the remains for so long. When as you made a shelter in a building’s skeleton, you saw two Rexouiums kipping out in a nearby building.

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The worst of the Storm had passed, and you had wandered the ashen desert for hours. The bloodred sun shone hotly overhead, barely piercing the ash-choked sky. When you soon came up towards ruins. You thought that maybe you could find some materials to make a shelter. But as you traveled and began to sift through the rubble, you heard voices.

“Ronni, will you stop fiddling with that bloody guitar!? It’s annoying as Hell!!” Said an angry, female British voice.

“Darwin, it’s fine! It’s just a little instrument...” Replied a male voice.

The female voice gave an angry groan. “Ugh!... Bloody Hell, Ronni!”