The village is littered with carnage, suits and destruction. Red, gray and pink are the new colors of what was once a reserved, small village, which has now become the stage of a cruel war.
The air which would normally carry the sound of working people and large tools is now a barrage of sounds of explosions, war cries and the screams of the wounded, a sight of pure nightmares.
Two barely trained groups fight each other for independance, but it's starting to become clear which side will win. The dead and wounded of the losing side are abundant and lay in heaps around the village and the faces of the fighters are grim with anguish and sorrow, fighting is useless, but they will fight to the death.
With the rush of victory coursing through their bodies the winning side pushes harder and harder on their enemies. Some have succumbed to a frenzy and are killing any enemy they see in a fury of blood and gore, while others can only think of home and what they left behind.
The toll on both nature and humanity is tragic. It'll likely take decades before this village will have recovered. It's clear broken siege engines, blood and lost bombs have taken the place of businesses, buildings and roads.