Building exercise It was a dark and somber excuse for a building.

Two dilapidated pillars kept what was still standing presentable, a beacon of hope to those who may have once resided there. The windows were boarded up in groups of two and three, a sure sign of the health of the building. There was no running water, no gas, no nothing. All traces of hope emanating from this hellhole were fleeting at best. Even the grass was rotting, it was a mix of browns, blacks, yellows, and the occasional silver of what appeared to be a bullet casing. Some things should be left to die. It sure was a fixer-upper. The citys committee on urban renovation had decided to clean up one of the neighborhoods eyesores and had yet to begin. Two ivory white pillars stood guard over a small doorway which couldnt accommodate more than one or two people. The windows were beginning to get boarded up in preparation for the scrapping of any material which could be used to create the new building or to be sold to help finance the construction. The power was out and had been for weeks now, but it was ok, seeing as how no residents had lived in the complex for years. The grass was a rainbow of various colors, owing itself to the various stages of treatment the lawn was going through. Truly there is nothing greater in all of man than his ability to create.