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If you: ever wondered what or why, we all grow old, and then we die; The reason is, and you will see; We are all here, to simply be.

Counter Strike “Prepare to fight,” demanded a booming voice. The office building was a place well hidden from the world by tall brick walls, and thick steel gates; you couldn’t escape unless you were dead. I opened my eyes to a bright light shining through the garage door like I usually do. While nearly gagging on the stench of dampened concrete and rotting garbage, I checked all my weapons and then relaxed. “3, 2, 1…” I thought to myself quietly… After receiving the ‘go’ signal from command I stepped out into the freezing cold, and took a deep breath. I shivered. Looking around I noticed ther

A Day in cs_dust2 Shrouded in dank shades of brown, there is a place in the middle-east, a place known as cs_dust2. It is not a happy place, but more of a barren town. A deep booming voice in the sky screams out events, as if over a loudspeaker. However, no amplifiers are visible. What is visible are scars of combat; walls are riddled with bullet holes, the ground covered in explosive residue, and there are many seemingly random splatters of blood on the walls. Dead bodies lie scattered about, as if a toy a child was no longer interested in, and was simply tossed behind them. Few people remain in this damned place; most of the previous occ

The Soldier He slowly opened his eyes, and let his gaze drift from corpse to corpse; so many were dead. The movement of his bright blue eyes suddenly halted, and his vision rested on Corporal Randy, who lay dead; fallen over another dead gook. The Corporal's face bore an extremely horrific expression. His eyes where still open, and the sight of the dead Corporal reminded the soldier of something. It was something he had once thought of before, something that didn't make sense to him then. Something he had buried deep in his mind, simply because it was such a painful thought. "I’m nothing special. That could've been me. I'm just as dea

One Last Tree One last tree sits on top of a hill, where around lies a dead population of rotting logs and stumps. The once awe inspiring forest of life is now dead. But why did the seemingly great and wise forest suddenly die? The forest killed itself of course. The problem always was that the forest was too vast, too powerful, and maybe even too alive. The forest was a work of art, and it knew it.  Every tree was splendid and beautiful, but from these things came greed and pride, both major faults. Caring only for themselves, the trees in the forest were rapidly depleting the land’s resources, leaving little to rejuvenate the earth

Sometimes in my dreams, Everything is lost it seems. But I think for a minute, and doubt 'really is it?'

Can you hear the cries of night? Demon in nature, they fear the light. Swift on their feet, they stalk their pray. Their chance to feed, today is their day.

One chance to take the shot. One round to hit the spot. One moment to align the dot. One more kill to fill the Slot One last chance, a final thought. One loud bang. *Boom Head-shot*

I take my last breath, and I slowly close my eyes. Good bye fated world.

On top of a hill, there is a tree; standing tall, shimmering with glee. So very bright, and so very exited. Surrounded by forest. A forest is blighted. A poisoned land, sickly and dying. Where once was populated, no birds are flying. Tell me please, how a land so bold; could suffer a death and become so cold.