"I'm recording this, because this could be the last thing I'll ever say..."

A scared skeleton stared into the camera, fresh tear tracks staining his face with a light lilac. There were more tears building up in the corners of his sockets, but it was clear he was trying to hold them off while on camera. The skeleton himself bore heterochromatic eyes-the left was a bright scarlet, and the right was a pristine white. Under the red eye, a crimson jagged scar rested. The skeleton took a breath, and continued forcing his words out, trying to make them as stable as possible without breaking.

"The city I once knew as home is teetering on the edge of radioactive oblivion."

The camera panned over what looked like it was once a prosperous city. Flames danced hungrily throughout the the dusty rubble. The city was in ruins, and dead. The deafening roar of fighter jet engines could be heard. It was distorting the audio badly, but it was still understandable. You could still hear the skeleton's words.

"A three-hundred thousand degree baptism by nuclear fire."

The camera faced the skeleton once more, his expression calmer, but his eyelights still portrayed fear. He was looking around anxiously, as if expecting an attack at any given moment. He looked broken.

"I'm not sorry... We had it coming..."

The skeleton seemed to calm down a bit more, his voice showing a slightly more apathetic tone. He sounded as if he was giving up.

"A surge of white-hot atonement will be our wake-up call."

The camera is strapped to the skeleton. His face is no longer apparent, but you can see where he is going. A beaten-down garage comes into sight. It opens before you two, and a slightly dirty, but overall impressive motorcycle stood proudly within, it's red paint shining brightly in the new light. You don't have any time to react before the skeleton walks towards the bike, and starts it up, the deafening revving of the engine sounding incredibly distorted due to the poor recording quality of the camera.

"Hope for our future is now a stillborn dream."

The bike is turned so that you are now looking out of the garage, and before you know it you're moving. Down the pavement of the driveway, and through the cracked and grey streets. The surroundings quickly blurred into a flurry of colors and vague shapes. The wind picked up, and when added onto the engine and the poor recording quality, it was absolute discord. It was a wonder you could still hear the skeleton when he spoke.

"The bombs begin to fall and I'm rushing to meet my love..."

The motorcycle sped up, desperation clawing at the skeleton. He needed to see him. He promised that he would survive, and now was not the time to break that promise. The motorized vehicle sped up even more, the camera jostling about from the wind pressure.

"Please, remember me..."

Lilac tears flew into the lense, further blurring the already blurred surroundings. The skeleton was crying once more.

"There is... No more."

The camera was suddenly thrown off of the skeleton's waist, and flew into the dirt, landing with a horrible array of audio and video distortions. The lense cracked, and the video lasted just a few more seconds, then, a murmur of voices, and then the silence of the black, dead screen greeted you.

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563 words, yeah, really short-
If you know this song I'll love you--
That's all~

~•Bery•~