I know a thing or two about war. My great-great uncle fought in the Parker Rebellion. My grandfather, Alec--they practically named a war after him. And my Red Faction regiment was there when the Terraformer blew, and drove all of Mars underground. But this isn't a war. This is Armageddon.
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We don't know where these things came from. We don't know what they want. We don't even know what the hell they are. They swarm out of the depths like a living plague, slaughtering anything they can get their claws on. They overran Bastion in a matter of hours. None of the other settlements lasted much longer. We've killed thousands of the damned things, but they keep coming up from their tunnels. Some say it's my fault - and maybe they're right. But dwelling on the past won't help us survive. I have tools that can turn this crumbling world into a weapon, something to use against the alien horde. That's my plan, anyway. Whether I'll live through it - well, that'll be the luck of the draw, I guess. I hope this message reaches humanity - if anyone is left to receive it.
- Darius Mason
November 1, 2174