Change comes in many forms.

Change comes with every new day, change comes with night.

Change comes with light, change in darkness.

Old life and new death.

Another village, another world.

In each city and on each field.

Fifty men stood on the edge of the abyss and debated for hours. As days passed and seasons came and went they fell into the chasm one by one until only two remained.

Silhouetted against the morning sky they laid into combat. To the void fell an earlobe. A toe quickly followed. Then a forearm and an eye. A string of intestine dangled and writhed as the two rolled on the hard rock.