my name is Josh and this is my story. a mortal machine, Born/created amongst man, in a futuristic dystopian past, Josh tries to build a home for all the lost souls and himself seeking salvation, who have been continuously lied to, used, and manipulated by false prophets and false Gods, a kingdom in the not so Distant Present. They Came from their holes to reclaim the throne. After all, they built from the ground up. If there is a God he should fear us. we bow to no Gods and no Kings. Are we victims, victors, or as we have been painted, the enemy?