Friends are Electric

The whole of the sky lit up with that abhorrent electric glow.  In that instance I saw all.  To the north, looming oppressively, was that infernal sheet of ice.  Far off in the east was the sea.  To the west and to the south was my doom.

As the light faded, I tried to count their numbers,  It was a purposeless task, for just a few could end anything.  There were at least two dozen, probably many more.

These mighty warriors had all but eradicated my people, their relentless tools cutting our hardened flesh.  No defense seemed to affect them.  They always kept coming, kept moving, kept killing.

A lucky few survived. They did not hide, could not hide. They were sometimes old, sometimes weak.  Children were rarely spared, but never were they cut down where they stood.  They were more often trampled underfoot by the advancing forces.  Pointless deaths.

They always took our dead with them.  We have stories about their fate.  Cut to pieces, chopped into chips, burned.  Pure desecration of the dead.

The humans raised their axes. They had reached my side. It was over. I was over.  I did nothing as the blades slashed deep into my bark. Again and again they struck. I felt my trunk breaking under my own weight.

I fell.

I read this article a while ago, but forgot about it until only recently.  It was a good, albeit long, read.

Everyone should play this game.  Everyone.  OpenTTD is an amazing game and a great way to waste a weekend, especially in multiplayer mode.

So I’ve been customising things, editing other things, and over all just trying to figure out how to use this software efficiently.  Of course, since I am an avid procrastinator, I’ve been reading the news as well.  I found this story to be interesting.  Take that Holocaust deniers.