Stale Bravery and the Unforgettable Paranoia
Prologue: The Seven Hour War
It took less than seven hours to completely claim the entirety of planet Earth; nine tenths of the world’s population taken by a species that had no way of being prosecuted. A race of bizarre that took the human beings by their throats and tossed them overboard, merely left for dead. A species, where, hidden being the comfort of a mask, showed no mercy to wrongfully take which wasn't theirs and overthrow any person who came into their way. A population that, even when surrendered too, continued to push boundaries and create a living hell for those who had no contribution to the surrender to begin with. They showed no mercy—and they continue, to not show any light evidence of lightening up; putting forth the agony of living on a planet ruled by a species that knows nothing more than destruction. One man cannot fathom the force required to end their reign. A community is needed to resist their tyrant rule in the dystopian society, to further push them back into the realm of existence that shows them that they stole from the wrong people. We do not need someone who cowards his people, and takes from them that is rightfully their’s, to show his power. He has fooled will be fooled again, this time by the people he thought would worship him.
It took seven hours, nearly a shift in the work force to wipe the slate clean for the population of Earth. It took nearly five billion years to create the planet that was forever doomed, regardless of how much thinking, time, and calculation went into preforming this task of creation; only to be destroyed by a measly amount of time in comparison. They saw what wasn't their’s coveted it, and were merciless when they took it. Thousands of years to create a population that would be removed, nearly forever, only in the span of seven hours.
