29 May 2012
From the skies, a rain of fire fell in a cascade of destruction. A monster dealing death from above, burning all it touched. With it, came a miasma of disease and rot.
The world collapsed. Trees turned to ash, oceans turned to sand and life turned to death. The Earth crumbled amidst the destruction and every living thing perished with it.
From the dust and debris, arose a new monster. Something only heard of in fantasy. The stuff of nightmares. They rose as one, a horde of death. Gnawing and gnashing their teeth. Clawing and biting all they could reach. The Living Dead had risen, hungry for flesh.
Rain Of Fire • Opuss № I