Introduction
War is a common thing. From the beginning it was always inevitable, due in no miniscule part to the volatile nature of all lifekinds. As the natural molecules of the world combine to form chaotic circumstances when forced to interact in unfamiliar ways, the animals find themselves in situations driven almost purely by their own instinctual necessities and wishes to sustain their livelihoods where it benefits them to attack one another. From those animals, of course, came the subsequent objectkind, who at first only sought to act in much the same animalistic manner. But, as all intelligent beings eventually do, they developed those intense grudges which became into formal declarations and attempts to end lives; and curiously, though many a historian have tried and failed spectacularly, there is no one who knows of the fabled conflict responsible for permanently fucking over the future history of the world. The turning point. It is known only that there were plenty of conflicts prior, and this turning point for objectkind would have only been so prominent had those preliminary battles paved the way for sufficient advancements.
And they most surely did- considering the world as it is today has, as far as anyone is aware, experienced absolutely nothing but the sounds of battle and the perpetual destruction of everything and anything otherwise expected to retain functionality long-term. All that is long-term is the conflict, its addictive nature followed blindly by the masses. Millions upon millions of tortured generations have experienced the never-ending Three Billion Years' War- though the title may be a misnomer, there is no concievable way to tell, and for all intents and purposes all will treat it as such. Gratuitous assumptions and convienent myth is all there is to tell the story of the past. And as common myth tells, at least when inconsiderate of its variations across continents, the conflict had all started at some grand supper all those years ago at which an insult was exchanged between families. And those families, acting as objects often do, declared an indefinite period of battle in which all present were to participate in; or they would come to suffer complete extinction at the hands of wartime rage. Eventually those families turned into factions, and so then those factions turned into political parties, and soon from those political parties were extrapolated incomprehensible concepts of groupings that exist simply as a fierce distortion of what once was.
Only those who fail to fight, anyways despised and sought after for their blood, are oblivious; and there is no necessity to wonder, now, what has come upon the world, for the rest know it well.