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This game is an absolute masterpiece.
Allow me to tell you a story.
I, being a hopeful god, decided I wanted to create a world with Humans, Dwarves, and Orcs. Now, we know that Orcs pretty much hate everybody so I'm sure they'll be the first to cause any sort of trouble so I'll go ahead and buff up the Dwarves and Humans with some resources.
Fast forward a few years all the civilizations are thriving, I have been equally caring for all of them to ensure they all live happily and healthily. Then, the Humans and Dwarves form an alliance. Awesome, they're preparing for the Orcish raids just like I'd planned. Now a few years pass... no Orcs... the Humans have grown into a massive population, completely overshadowing the others. They break the alliance.
They do the unthinkable.
They go to war, not with the Orcs, but against the Dwarves. I spectate, witnessing the complete annihilation of another species. Sure, I could end the world right then and there, but no, I let the world live on. I didn't want to destroy the beutiful thing I had nurtured for so many years. The war rages for decades. Of course, the Orcs are involved, but not in the way you'd think. Whilst hanging on for dear life being completely annihilated by the Humans, the Dwarves declare war on the Orcs. They'd rather try and destroy another species in their final moments than repel the attack against their own...
So years pass the great wars are over. The Dwarves are extinct .
The Humans, passing a population of 900 now decide the best move would be to finish what the Dwarves started, and erase the Orcs.
I am not an absent god, I can not let this stand. I move to the Orcs' aid, those who I, their god, had the least faith in. I give them my blessing, I give them aid from above.
Bombs, earthquakes, tornadoes, meteors. I rain every form of destruction I have upon the Humans,
But the war persists.
I curse a plague upon the Humans,
But the war persists.
I send agents of chaos, Demons, Dragons, I turn the ground beneath the Humans' feet to Hell,
But the war persists.
I bring upon the end to the world I created.
Volcanoes, ash clouds, lava rain.
Rays of heat from the heavens, atomic explosions.
I cleanse the world in fire and destruction. If all they want is war, I'll give them war.
I destroyed it all.
I reduced the world to lava and flaming rock.
It would appear that no life whatsoever was left..
Then, I see two new civilizations appear. About 3 or 4 Humans and about the same number of Orcs, completely on opposite sides of the planet.
I think to myself: "They have atoned for their endless sin, I can give them peace now, I can help them rebuild the world from the ashes."
Even in their darkest time, having brought about the end of the world...
The war persists.