Imagine yourself standing in the ruins of Earth, thousands of year from now.

Nearly all of the natural resources have been sucked out and all the soil has turned to dust or sand. Sandstorms blow hourly, the only way to protect yourself is to take refuge under the dilapidated buildings, but even then, you hear the creeking of the nearly-crumbling.

This is your daily routine. Your will is the only thing keeping you from giving up hope that you may one day find civilization, or at least a group to call yourself safe with. Until then, you remain emotionless...

The next sandstorm is comming... Take cover...