A man stands in the darkness recalling all his knowledge. He tells it as if he were telling someone else this information, and he is. A young man hides in the shadows. He doesn't realise the man knows he is there...

In the year 5000, there was prosparity. The land was at peace. There was no war, no murder, no crimes commited. The countries were now one. This land was called Shiccal. There was no discrimination over race, religion, or life style. There was no rich, no poor. Everyone loved their neighbor. There was no such thing as a divource. Life was good, people had it all.

As the years advanced to the year 5672 things hit a downslide. violence came back and guns came to the streets once more. People hated people, things fell apart. Before long everything had collapsed.

By the year 5900 the buildings had become nothing more that rubble. People fought for food and the little money that still exsisted. The land of Shiccal had collapsed completely.

The world got worse and worse, and now there is nothing. It is a world of lose, hate, love, crime, hope, faith, death, murder, and loss. The few families that still exsist are in deep depression, not able to feed themselves or their children. Many children have no parents. Some young teens are gtting pregnet due to rape or underaged sex. Its like before the world peace, only alot worse.

Now it is the year 6000, and people are starting to beg God for mercy.. asking for a way...

A way to live right again, to get onto their feet. They ask for a leader. But so far all they have gottan is..

...nothing...