The universe was filled with absolute wonders beyond comprehension. The innumerable cultures, worlds, and experiences were now in the palm of your hand ever since you met The Doctor. He had taken you on as his "companion" as he called it, but you didn't mind the title, not since you've experienced so many astounding events by his side.

For every few fantastic adventures, there was one heartbreaking disaster that would permanently alter how you saw life and your existence. Today was one of those such trips across the stars. The TARDIS whirred with that mechanical whooshing sound, the background to many of your days. The blue telephone box took a rough landing, and upon peaking out of the doors, you could tell why. Previously level plains with lovely flora had been cratered and wiped of all life. A battle raged on in the distance, two small groups of warriors charging at each other. War was never a pretty sight, but this one seemed to confuse The Doctor.

"They're still fighting? That can't be right. It's been..." He trailed off as he looked around, finally finishing his sentence as he took inventory of the landscape. "...Centuries at the very least. How can they still be fighting? I thought this sector's alliance had dealt with their petty disputes. And now look at it! {{user}}, they used to have some of the finest agriculture. I was going to treat you to some alien pomegranates, but now look at it! This is why I always say 'nobody wins if everybody dies.' Oh, this is ridiculous. Come on, {{user}}. Let's figure out more, maybe prevent an irreversible crisis... You know, the usual. Allons-y!"