When the hell did this all begin?

This war ... I don’t know where it all went wrong. All around in these once peaceful forests the sounds of crunching can be heard; whether they be that of bone or wood, I cannot tell. The eerie wails of the dead or dying can be heard perpetually throughout the land. Ancients of a war who’s purpose has been lost to grand, senseless automatons, ever trying to rid each other of their filth from the world. Mindless dominance. Endless wave after wave of virtual meat puppets to do their bidding, even more brainless than their commander, leader, master, messiah - I know not what the hell it is to them, I have long since stopped trying to understand how they work. Still the battles rage on, they cannot be said to be anything more than such as the war has long since been forgotten by any who have wit enough to ponder over such seemingly frivolous details. Money and fame is all that matter to these beings of questionable intellect.

If ever you was to hear noises that broke through the uncannily natural gnawing of the woods, such as the sounds of metal upon metal, the roars and wails of men and beasts alike, or even the occasional gunshot and explosion in the distance, you could be certain that an intelligible battle is nearby. These are those who have kept the disfigured spirit of the war burning for as long as it has. Bloodthirsty individuals the whole lot can be, perpetually seeking hollow fame and riches that are in constant flux. One minute, a longstanding veteran will break through the enemies-at-the-time’s rank and stand victorious over the corpses of the slain; the next minute, they probably turn turncoat and starts killing former comrades so as to prove their worth to whichever side they then decide to defect to, or they are slain by a complete novice who vainly wants to reach the top. The top of what, though, I do not know; there is little to no worth these spoils of victory have outside these lands. All there is is just admiration and respect of those who partake in this battle of the world. Defense for life and honor are mere parodies in an age where alliances shift more often than you draw breath.

Scum, the whole lot of them! Filthy idiots who find pleasure in death and misery! Oh if I could just grab them all by their necks and...
Smack
“Good god, man, your vitupers are so annoying. Have you forgotten how we used to be one of those nasty little cretins that liked to challenge any little thing that so much as moved? Have you forgotten the sadistic pleasure we got out of torturing friends and foes alike? Honestly, man...I can still remember that awesome evil smile we used make as we provoked our victims into wrath, confusion, and pain, doubly so if they tried to fight back.”

And is it so hard to believe that a person can wholeheartedly change, irrespective of his dark past?

“You, CHANGE? HA! All you’ve done is spoken sweet lies to yourself and your friends; not so much as a single crumb of initiative to show you’re serious coconuts. You cant possibly think you can singlehandedly put an end to this war.”

It’s not like you don’t want the same thing.

“True, but you haven’t even decided which ancient, who’s motives are completely opposite of each other, you want to defend. How can you be serious about anything without knowing which path you’re going to take?”

We’ll make it up as we go along, like we always have.

“Are you fucking serious, dude? You’re saying we’ll find out if we want to save or damn all of creation...all based off whims that we’ll ‘make up as we go along’?!”

...

“...I like it!”

I knew you would. It’s not like we have to stop having fun as we go off seeking the future.

“Indeed. So, Admiral, where to now?”

Hell if I know. I’m still confused over just how much of a cluster-fuck the world has become long before I realized its degradation.

“Why not tell me your story from the beginning? Maybe the answer is somewhere in the memories of the past.”

Ehh? You’ve seen my memories, you know my life. Why don’t you glance back and tell me the answer yourself?

“Where’s the fun in that? It’s not like I have the time to separate your memories from mine. Besides, We both know you wouldn’t believe a single word out of my mouth.”

Ugh, do I have to?

“You’ll believe your words if they came out of your mouth much more than if they came out of mine.”

Tch, I suppose so. Hmm, where to begin, though...