ADK Mars
17-02-2004, 03:39
'What Can Wash Away My Sin?'
A foul stench covered the Martian Confederacy. This stench, smelled only by those who abhorred the needless slaughter of sentient beings, was repugnant and strong. This smell was the smell of Death, and Death ruled the Multi-verse.
The veil of Innocence, which so many people in the Confederacy believed in, was falling off. To place on this veil one must rebuke power, but now the Martians had rediscovered it and they welcomed it. They were becoming those whom they most hated.
Death was exacting its long overdue quota for the Confederacy. Murder rates had quadrupled, gun sales and weapon related accidents also increased. Hundreds died each day, where only a few years ago, less than a dozen died a day. To the peoples of the Martian Confederacy, this could not be tolerated.
Blame fell to the involvement in the latest war on Mars (this planet was finally being put to full use by the god of War.) Confederate forces had killed thousands, and the madness continued. Death reigned. Death eventually came to all, but Death awaited Death….
To the Confederacy there had to be a way of redemption. They had learned that sometimes war and killing needlessly was inevitable, but they could cleanse themselves…
The most obvious option seemed to be: Search and neutralize the remaining Khristian forces scattered throughout the multi-verse. They knew where they were, all they had to do was act….
Violence demands violence to repay itself.
A foul stench covered the Martian Confederacy. This stench, smelled only by those who abhorred the needless slaughter of sentient beings, was repugnant and strong. This smell was the smell of Death, and Death ruled the Multi-verse.
The veil of Innocence, which so many people in the Confederacy believed in, was falling off. To place on this veil one must rebuke power, but now the Martians had rediscovered it and they welcomed it. They were becoming those whom they most hated.
Death was exacting its long overdue quota for the Confederacy. Murder rates had quadrupled, gun sales and weapon related accidents also increased. Hundreds died each day, where only a few years ago, less than a dozen died a day. To the peoples of the Martian Confederacy, this could not be tolerated.
Blame fell to the involvement in the latest war on Mars (this planet was finally being put to full use by the god of War.) Confederate forces had killed thousands, and the madness continued. Death reigned. Death eventually came to all, but Death awaited Death….
To the Confederacy there had to be a way of redemption. They had learned that sometimes war and killing needlessly was inevitable, but they could cleanse themselves…
The most obvious option seemed to be: Search and neutralize the remaining Khristian forces scattered throughout the multi-verse. They knew where they were, all they had to do was act….
Violence demands violence to repay itself.