[ WP ] The last sentence in the history of humanity reads `` And it was all for nothing . ''

Several hundred-thousand years of the most simple, lowly amoeba, built up over a millennia, evolving from ocean to swamp to jungle to forest and plains, and for what? A race too self-involved to realise where we were heading. We tested and prodded and poked upon the other creatures of our world, and when that got boring we poked each other. When North Korea leaked the pathogen to those US tourists, it all went. Nukes rained down like a radioactive snow, covering the land in a green fog that wiped the land for years to come. We did n't realise the way Mother-Nature to react, and was she mad! First, the typhoons and storms of the Asian sea blew the radiation across the Continent, Wiping out Tokyo, Shanghai and a multitude of all the important eastern cities. The destruction whipped through the cities, destroying buildings and people alike, like a breath to a dandelion. The wind brewed up a tempest of human terror, and more people died as they fled the cities in droves, trying to drive across to India, Europe and the Middle east, and Aid was beginning to pour in when the Earth split. 
 
 A low groan, a rumble heard across the world, echoing round and round. it spawned in the pacific, and the sensors soon picked up why. Earthquakes and tsunami's were pouring forth, lava oozing out of cracks in the landscape that were miles wide. For all the science and developments of the world, you ca n't overtake nature. 
 
 It took 3 months for the cracks to appear in Europe. In that time, countries crumbled and decimated, empires and alliances formed and shattered. Missiles became a common sight, spinning through the air like a comet. Slowly but surely, the volcano's, laying dormant for years, began to wake with a power rivalling the sun. We heard and watched as we slowly lost contact with the other countries, and we watched as their might crumbled like a matchstick under a boulder. We heard London's final screams of terror as the Thames engulfed the city, and then we were alone in the world. Each previous blinking light a dull black, never to show its brief flare again. 
 
 It's been three weeks, and we have tried our best to fortify, but we all know what is coming. The rich have escaped to the hills, but they can not house everyone. Most of us have accepted fate, and tried to live as normally as possible until the end comes. In the corner of the world, down in little New Zealand, everything reaches us last, and for once, we can be grateful. Men went from hand to stick to crude axe, sword to bow to musket, rifle to cannon to weapons capable of flattening entire continents. And in the end, it was all for nothing.
