Provider, Tamer, Destroyer - Part III. The Armada

The third, final, and most depressing category of the nature-culture binary: destruction.

Just a fair warning about the timpani: I've gotten different results on different forms of output. On my top-notch headphones (the ones that I finalize and get the best results with), it sounded perfect. On my traveling headphones, it still sounded good. On my desktop with a CreAtive sound card and subwoofer, it sounded like garbage. I don't know how it'll sound on your end.

Otherwise, I'm really proud of this track, and the symphony in general. It really showed me what happens when I let my heart make the music as opposed to the rational mind. Whether the general public hates it or not, I'm satisfied with what I got done on such a strict schedule.

As with the other tracks in the symphony, feel free to use it for your artistic works (with my permission), there is a mix with sound effects on djntd.bandcamp.com, and I could certainly do without the zero-bombers. If this track DOES deserve a zero, please justify it. It's better than simply listening to the track for 30 seconds, giving it a low score, and then leaving. Just...don't.

Highlights from the essay:

"But our thoughts soon shift elsewhere, across the Atlantic....A member of the Austro-Hungarian royal family was assassinated in 1914, throwing the entirety of Europe into war. There was a brief break in the bloodbath. In fact, newspapers dubbed that particular conflict 'The War to End All Wars.'...The conflict picked up again in 1939....The fury of a thousand nations morphed into a rage that overtook the land, sea, air, and half of the world's resources.

For homo sapien, 31 years is a long time. However, for history, it is just a few pages in a textbook, an hour-long documentary, a blink of an eye. The Eurasian land is left in ruin. 6 million political prisoners and POW's are slaughtered, suffocated, starved. Our sense of trust across the entire planet is shattered. And just when one thinks that they've reached the breaking point, a God-like, almost blinding column of destruction appears over the horizon. Julius Robert Oppenheimer is on TV, calling himself "Death, the destroyer of worlds." The mighty island nation of Japan is all but obliterated. Our state of harmony as a species...this is all but obliterated as well."