A Magical Polluted World

Once, there was a civilization, a vast world of technology and progression. Then, night fell. Zombies attacked in hordes, endermen screamed from the darkness, and the creepers sizzled in preparation. In the final battle, the humans lost and the mobs won, and they destroyed all civilization... But it seems they have missed someone. And this is their story.

Take back the world for which is yours, make technological advancement, but beware, you could be the real enemy. As your technology advances, you create machines that can mine the world's riches, but as the world cries in pain, you do too. The toxic fumes form your tomb, sealing you away until the end of days when the last star goes black, you will be dead. Be wary of this story, and forge your own.

Maybe you advance in technology or make life thrive through mean that humankind has never known, there will always be pollution.