A rocket falls on the Polish ground.
Alea iacta est.
The article is Invoked.
THE wă̵̡̹͉͍r begins.
THE ẃ̵̧̖̓̕ͅar like you've never seen and will never see again.
THE a̵̛̙p̸̧͠ơ̷͜c̸̳á̷͕l̵͎̚y̷͉͝p̸̔s̶̢͂e̶̢͝.
I̵͕̕ ̶̮͗a̵̞͝m̴̤̓ ̵̡b̵̟̃é̸̹c̶̮͑ö̷̫m̴̺͗e̶͔̽ ̴̻̊d̶̘͌ĕ̴̙a̴̢̐ṯ̵͋h̷̩͌,̶̢̔ ̶̫̚t̷̻̒h̵̛̟e̵͍͐ ̵͙̋d̴̛̟ẽ̵̝s̷̪̎t̷͎͂r̴̤̋o̷̤͗y̸͉͂é̴͔r̶͇͆ ̷̪͌ó̶̖f̵͍͊ ̷̥̃w̵̠͊ò̷̠r̶̢̉l̸͋ͅd̴͇͘s̵̙̏.̴͗͜
Not a single soul is safe.
The genius of mankind is being used against mankind.
The power to ascend used to turn our paradise given to us by either gods or cosmic luck into pure hell.
You can't even feel the unseen bullets piercing your cells, breaking their chains of life.
Your body is dead before you realise what has transpired, yet you still live for a couple of days or weeks, your mind resisting the grasp of the reaper, but to no avail.
Your life slips away from you just as your disintegrating s̷͖̆k̶̛͇i̷͕̔n̴̥͆ slips off your face, your hands, your legs and your torso.
T̷h̴e̵ ̷l̴i̸v̸i̴n̷g̴ ̴d̷e̷a̵d̵,̸ ̷ỵ̸͠e̸͔̋t̸͕̓ ̵̦̊n̷̠̄õ̸̰ţ̶͆ ̷̛̹f̶͍̋o̶̩̓r̵̾ͅ ̴̪̌l̴̪̿o̸͖͠n̸̢̓g̵̖͆.̴͉̈
The agony, the neverending pain numbs your senses and makes you forget about the joys of life, about your loved ones, about your family.
Y̷o̴u̷ ̷e̵a̸g̸e̷r̸l̶y̸ ̸a̴w̷a̸i̴t̶ ̴d̸̦̿e̵͍̽a̴͓͒t̸̯͒h̶̙͆ ̴t̷o̴ ̵f̸r̶e̴e̶ ̷y̶o̸u̶ ̶f̶r̴o̷m̴ ̷y̸o̷u̵r̶ ̸ŝ̷͈u̴͕̽f̴͚̈f̴̤̕ḙ̶̀r̴̟̆i̷̮͊n̶̢͋ġ̵.̶.... . . . .
After hundreds of years of waiting in underground bunkers, the survivors cautiously prepare to peek outside.
They have to open the hatch and crawl outside to check wheter it's finally safe to live again outside.
They open the door.
Get on the floor.
Everybody walks the dinosaur.
