As we danced above the fires and wounded earth, I flitted about lightly, clouding the skies and welcoming our new kinsmen, born from those powerful bombs and humans chipping and plowing away at Mother Earth. A yell sounded and we swarmed with delight. While watching those now little pawns charge across No-Man’s land, a round of bullets were fired, and yelling, metal clanking, screaming, and all forms of chaos rushed forth. Sprays of blood and heavy bodies fell to Mother and clouds of us flew upward. The humans hacked and stumbled with tearing eyes as we poked fun at them before large masses of us settled down. I flew higher up in the tainted air and could feel myself slipping away too, but all was well, because we as a whole would live on. I melted and before I knew it, a bullet cut through our thinning cloud and we bounced back and dissipated.

The winds are picking up!
There’s acid eating away at an ash cloud up north.
Ugh, that …show more content…
There’s a human coughing up red stuff!
His hands are turning purple.
This is just--ew.

Listen to me! When I was blown towards some trenches, I used to hear many opinions about this “Great War,” as the drab clothed humans with shallow helmets called the civil war among humans. I cannot understand why they would call this war “great” but many of my dustmates seem to think so, so perhaps the humans thought so too. But I have gathered evidence stating otherwise; many of the soldiers, not only the drab clothed ones, are not very enthusiastic about this war, as many of them sport wounds, seem to be moving slower, and some have died from those fiery explosions, machine guns, and starvation. Some have even voluntarily maimed themselves to get away from the battlefield. They are not enjoying this “Great War.”

Tch. That’s not possible. Why would they continue it if they disliked it?
OMIGAWD, lookie! That guy just thrust a bayonet through that other dude in red and blue!
Bayonets are like, so last century.
Shuddup, no one cares.
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