Board Thread:Art, Stories and Songs/@comment-26062370-20160802005951

Several thousand years after all these events came to pass, the earth had recovered.

The remaining humans (about 500, where we last left off) had created over these millenea a sizeable society, despite all odds.

Europe, Asia, and Africa flourished - the arts and religion in Europe, technology and the "teen culture" in Asia, and civil rights in Africa. It was all very good - certainly, a far better world than the one we left behind.

The Americas, however, had remained untouched. Stories had been passed down over the years of war, metal men, and evil institutions that had threatened to take over the world. Not wanting to provoke them and start another 'almost-armaggedon', they left the great mass of land alone.

There, the Animatronic Factory (or whatever remained of it) was covered up by mudslides, winter torrents, and soils from the hills. Had anyone bothered to go there, nobody would've known it had stood there, let alone that it had been the causer of all the tragedies that led to the downfall of the first great society.

The institutions of Arachna, the Headmaster, and the rest had long been destroyed and forgotten, now considered to be little more than myths. The towering fortresses they occupied had crumbled away - whichever ones remained were tucked deep away in rocky crags and dense forests, long abandoned and untouched.

The reputations of the heroes were varied in this new civilization - their scholars now believed that Janette was merely a soldier in one of the armies of those long-forgotten nations; that Krazy was some sort of messianic-figure; that Tess, Zack and Mephi were impossible, due to the notion that 'animatronics' couldn't exist back then; that Mark Twain was merely an addition by some crazed lunatic who had gained posession of these manuscripts; that Dan was a stand-in for Satan himself. The great scholars of this new civilization believed them to be little more than extremely exaggerated accounts of wars and skirmishes, or mere fairy tales.

Of course, we know better.

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On a great mountain in that mass of land, if you were to go up there, you'd find several things - a torn piece belonging to a sweater dangling by some briars over a deep pit; rusted rails and rotted cross-ties; a flash drive, battered and dirtied. But on that mountain, under a pine tree, sits a cherry box. In that box, lying on plush lining, is a thick, sturdy book. Inside that book are several things - the founding documents of America, the Bible, Koran, and Torah, some maps of the countries that once dominatied North and South America...

...and these stories.

These stories, preserved, had long stood the test of time, and will continue to do so, whether forgotten or rediscovered.

That book would always last, regardless of who handled it or who read it.

The stories would be rediscovered, like any good story that has been lost, and they were passed down through the generations.

They influenced the culture of these people.

And millions of eons later, whether they realized it or not...

A group of teenagers logged onto Wikia, to reenact these stories.

The End. 