The once fertile soils giving life to crops and sustenance to us, now lays defiled and useless. Wilted stalks trodden beneath the oppression of the endless torrent. Virulent rainwater soaking in deep beneath the crust, cursing the land for decades to come. We will reap no harvest. The year is lost and supplies are dwindling. Noble men will turn on one another, altering them at their cores. Like our aching hearts, the blighted fields will soon, too, become barren. A salted wasteland never to sprout another seed again. Enjoy the popcorn while it lasts..!