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EDIT: Updated with better volume. I realized it sounded too quiet. Also, I'd appreciate it if you left a review. at least 68 people have listened to it, and not one of them had the common courtesy to tell me what they thought.
[Cinematic score of an important scene in my book. DEMO ONLY. There is more to the song, but I have truncated it to a length I'm comfortable releasing to the public right now. Lower quality due to filesize restraint (Also to prevent anyone from going off with it like it's their own)]
From Greatness to Dust. Three countries. Two at war, one neutral. Both armed to the teeth with an arsenal of nuclear warheads. Tonight they break the tension, not unlike the snapping of a rubber band, or perhaps the shattering of a glass bottle. Our protagonist, living in the comfort of the neutral nation, is relaxing at home. He turned to the news, to find the two countries have had enough with each other. Tonight is the night these two go from greatness to dust. The first flash of faint white light glares in through the window. The first rumbles of far off doom reverberate his living room. He pours himself a glass of wine, sitting lavishly in his recliner, watching the fireplace. The radio playing a soft version of his country's victory theme, barely masking the booming death beyond. Soon, they quiet, as the great beasts go through their final throes. The lights went out as the city's EMP device nulled any stray warheads inbound. A small smirk turned across his face. The war was over. The idiots are done and gone. Folded their cards and left the table. He finished the wine, got up, and looked out the window across his city with arms folded formally above his lower back. It was peaceful. It was quiet. It was dark, as if everyone had gone to watch the fireworks. The EMP knocked out the power all over town. The world had let out a sigh of relief. No more fear. No more hate. A rock of sorrow still sat in his throat, a tear formed at his eyelid. Such peace was brought on by such fear, such hate. The extermination of two peoples. It was over though, and his were still alive, to plant their flags on the glassed remains of the fallen.
"Long live the Lisovyek. Vechno Natsya Vul'pusa Svobodnya."
-The story continues on, but I'm going to cut it short here. I hope it paints such a dramatic spinetingling image in your heads as it did mine. Don't ask about the weird words at the end. Unless you understand russian, you wouln't get it. Wait for me to publish my story (if I ever do), and it'll make sense then.
Enjoy the song. Download it to listen again. Leave a review. It took a lot from me so I'd appreciate any sort of feedback. Constructive criticism welcome, I'm always up for improving my work. It was done with Edirol Orchestra in FLstudio 8.