Our reign on this planet will come to an end, eventually and hopefully, but after that, the sun will still pass overhead, the continents will crawl their way across the globe, and something will remain. Maybe us, maybe not.

This week you're writing about what comes after our grip slips. We might've gone quietly into the night, or ripped the planet to shreds, nail and tooth. Civilization might be dead and gone, or reborn and resplendent. We killed us, or something else did, and so on and so forth.

I'm absolutely certain this isn't the first post-apocalyptic prompt in TD history, so to mix it up, I will assign you a random number when you sign up. This number corresponds to a period of time after the end, but I will leave it up to you to decide which unit of time we're dealing with. Is it seconds? Weeks? Millennia? Whatever it is, use it somehow.

:toxx: for a hellrule.