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In the BeginningEdit

The world ended a long time ago. A war that no one remembers raged for years that no one can count. Whiteness enveloped the world, a cold, snowy slate that was devoid of the future and the past. When nothing is remembered then no future is possible. In the center of this blank canvas a painting of blood blossomed. It burbled out and stained the whiteness. For good or bad, memories spread and become the blotted the canvas of reality. What happens next is all up to the dance between Order and Chance.

Last Arrival 06:11, December 25, 2011 (UTC)