My people, they are beautiful in the ways their minds work. Yet my people are evil in the ways we act. We have built settlements to weather the storms, gather our people to build strength and bring about more of ourselves. We have befriended creatures who used to threaten us. We have advanced our ability to fight back against what the world throws at us. Even still the world still can strike us down easily. Maybe we will never become emperor of the world. Maybe we shouldn't, our conquest has born flowers and death as consequence to our dreams. The ambition my people have is a great one, yet I often ask myself if it is worth it. Others have similar thoughts and they are silenced. There can be no discord.
Our goals have much in the way of continuing to guarantee our survival and promoting expansion. Multiple tribes have come to power over the cycles and many have fallen. What my people have come to know as wars are fought over resources. Manpower being the most sought after. My people might be forgetting the goal our ancestors set so long ago. These wars are pointless, one tribe wants what another has hoarded, jealousy, envy, lust. Too many wars fought, so many lives lost, and still more to fight. Maybe we are a sickness to our world.