Post by Radrook Admin on Aug 30, 2020 18:10:14 GMT -5
The bombardment is a success.
A disoriented eagle soars erratically above the turgid, sulfur-contaminated waters of a cadaver-bloated bay. In the distance, a bagpipe drones a disorganized dirge. From a blistered, smoldering hilltop, within the ruins of a crumbling Catholic cathedral, the bleeding lips of wild-eyed priest mindlessly mumble. Beneath the writhing, thick black clouds, hovering above the blast-scoured valley, amidst the endless irradiated rubble of the smoldering city, a naked child wanders absentmindedly with a dead dove in one deformed hand, a mud-covered jar of pickles in the other. The bombardment is a success.