The future: a dark, desolate world. A world of war, suffering, loss on both sides. Mutants, and the humans who dared to help them, fighting an enemy we cannot defeat. Are we destined down this path, destined to destroy ourselves like so many species before us? Or can we evolve fast enough to change ourselves… change our fate? Is the future truly set?
five days after black and red collide the motion sickness past, i’ll be the first to stand behind that weathered door, i though it would be safest my head is dizzy now, i thought we’d overcome we might not make it home tonight