OOC
The years following the Third Great War were unprecedented in our planet's history. A conflict that was theorized to last a few years through ingenuity and cruelty of its participants had managed to last entire decades. Boys and girls who were fortunate enough to have survived being born into that hell would've barely been adults by its end, and yet they would've carried a great many lifetimes on their shoulders. Tools of grey matter, moving statues encased in steel, and even being who through the usage of black sciences were able to harness the very force of light and turn seas of men into spasing piles of pink flesh. The light they possessed captured the attention of men and fiend like moths and than burned them and sent them fleeing like naked little moles.
From this terror man was forced to adapt and in a Great Lifting the shackles the zeitgeist lessened and we were able to lift ourselves from the hate we had bred between each other, to escape from the senseless tribalism, and to see that the light we so heavily fought for, DIED for was always in us all. Freed from our prison like birds the sky became our ground and together we found oneness in our suffering content in our experience and determined to better it.
The war that was waged had brought much strife and suffering but in it like all conflicts was the opportunity to grow anew, to innovate and make better. The tools that were once used for terror became repurposed and made for the betterment of peoples. Slowly at first we were a collection of sanctuaries but we grew to towns, cities, and much more. Our small sanctuary had grown into a federation, each passing decade bringing upon a new challenge but also strengthening our character and our resolve.
We utilized technology in ways never envisioned both military and civilian: from reclaiming all surface levels of land, integrated education chips, and even cloning and even slight.DNA.modification.procedures. We were able to emulate and assimilate the knowledge of a hundred generations in fewer. Our growth was unparalleled, like the Mediterranean to Rome each part and spec of our Solar System became apart of the Federation, as though ordained by God the only overreaching barrier that stopped us from attaining total supremacy? The numbers...
At least at first, at my time of drafting this down our Federation is in crisis. I can't convey the horrors that are spreading across Terra or how these demons spread their claws onto our planet. I wrote this only to write down the information I knew at least while I could, I type this just having recently left...I cannot stress this enough. There is no free movement on Terra anymore, those men have been reverted to their most basic instincts and vy for whatever rock they can grasp. They have lost their fraternity like many others within the Federation, so I ask please to any Terran who comes across this tape that if you can help please do, if you cannot then don't please, but above all else please do not forget the memory of Terra and please pray she remembers her way...