The town is littered with blood, suits and weapons. Red, gray and black are the new colors of what was once a quiet, growing town, which has now become the stage of a long, destructive battle. The air which would normally be vibrant with the sound of work, trade and craftsmanship is now merely a canvas for the stench of death and the cries of the dying, the mere sense of it will make you want to run. Two trained armies fight each other for supremacy, but it's yet to be determined which side's on the winning hand. The wounded of one side are abundant and lay in heaps around the town and the faces of the fighters are hopeful with weapons clenched in their hands and their muscles tense and anxious, they carry out their orders in a tough fight. With a lack of confidence in a postive outcome the other side fights like their lives depend on it, which they do. Some have succumbed to a frenzy and are recklessly charging towards the enemy with only the aim to kill all, while others just wish all this was over. The toll on both nature and humanity is unimaginable. It'll likely take years before this town will have recovered. It's clear metal, weaponry and lost bombs have taken the place of market stalls, businesses and homes.