<p>The writings of one man Oliver chronicling the adventures of eight in a world bereft of all that once was. </p><p>Many days of darkness in the respect of light and mood have cloaked our hearts. And yet there is a hope wholly set apart above and outside which beckons us onward each new morn.</p><p>It is for you Futurians that I write. It is after all your present time which is molded or deformed by the actions we now take. And what pray will guide such actions? Will it be chaos or truth? Can we boldly move?</p><p>Press on oh future until such time as an end comes.</p>