The old wound keeps me
from sleeping. It brings back bad memories. Memories of when the aliens came.
Where they came from no one knew. Attempts to reason with them were fruitless,
as they preferred to attack without provocation. They were so vicious and
irrational and soon there were but few of us left alive. Only those that chose
to hide survived.
I swallowed my pride and hid like the rest. I
said back then I did it for my family, my children. Our leaders said, “There is
room for all of us to live on this world, even the aliens. Let us live together
in peace.”
But they were wrong. I
remember returning from the hunt. It had been a good one even though the aliens
had killed most of the animals that we lived on. I remember returning to my
home and seeing it destroyed. My children slaughtered and none about except
Death. I wailed my grief for what felt like forever, wondering why fate had
kept me alive while taking the others.
Then I realized it. I
was to be the vengeance of my people. So I hunt the aliens in memory of my
children, in memory of my people. I am the last of my kind. I come in the night
bringing death. The aliens know me as…
Sounds like a great story. Are we talking new aliens?
ReplyDeleteThree "new" Aliens in the Cool Coolie, one in the Night Terror.
DeleteYep, new alien. Are there more of them out there? We'll see.
ReplyDeleteJust so everyone is clear on the book, you play as the alien, but can play as the Basics.
ReplyDeletePlay as the alien? Didn't expect that. New nice guys then? It's all good.
ReplyDeleteNice guys. Depends on which side you're on. :)
DeleteWell, looks like I'll be getting both new books. That was easy!
ReplyDeleteThey do sound good Jarrod. We will remain the happy poor! :-)
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