[b][i]Seven of us gazed upon the timeworn metropolis that lay on our horizon. Some of us sobbed at the sight of our home devolved and decimated into a smoldering pile of charred tears and dreams, and some of us stood valiantly on the edge of all the destruction. The city was first buried in the ashes of the fallen, but whatever clawed out of all of the pestilence surrounding them found nothing more than the desert, which swallowed up whatever dead memories called these ruins "home". Whole buildings had been reduced to shards that pierced the heavens, whole blocks had been ripped apart and cast about the town, whole families had been torn apart in the midst of chaos unfolding. The sea of dust that had encroached upon this land had eroded the faces and legacy of countless sculptures of the citizens of this burg, and blistering desert winds had shattered the remains. My comrades and I picked up our rifles, our supplies, and our spirits, as we all entered the Buried Hamlet of Madrigal, the shelter of the sands. The road was glittering with the ever-burning embers cast off from the smoldering balconies of flaming penthouses. Fallen towers litter the desert, along with the deteriorated remains of every man who had ever lived in this place. An amber hue reflected off the the slivers of glassed high-rises, as we traversed through molten highways and decrepit boons. We finally reached our vantage point right in the center of the city, and laid out our supplies, then my partner set up the explosive charges. We all stood there, staring back at where we were hours before, and felt a sense of euphoria as the blackened masses of steel and sweat vaporized around us, and as we burst into flames with it.[/i][/b] My entry. If you like it, or think it's horrid, let me know. Also, thank you for this opportunity, and challenge of artistic skill.