Some instances time seems to play no part, instances like war, plague, or famine. They just seem to erupt, with no rhyme or reason. Time is more sinister than that, it plans and plots. It scours for victims. This is the same force that has brought down civilizations, it kills our young, vibrant bodies.
Time is capable of such dealings.
In a single moment time grew tired of our civilization. It had been pondering over this moment for many eons. In the year of our lord, circa 2077 a new holocaust would breach the bosom of our planet, an event no being could have ever fathomed or comprehended. It would decimate the planet, the same planet capable of such great beauty, and such unimaginable terror. Men, women, children, sick, healthy, old, powerful and meek.