Prologue

A Chapter by John

Peace... We strive and war for an
insignificant lie. Murder millions for the
satisfaction of a power that can never exist. To bring
about peace is to destroy all we are. Greed...
Humanity's main purpose for the need of peace. To
bring about eternal peace, would only feed the greed
of mankind. One strives to bring peace, not for
others, but himself, so that his face can be
everywhere, thus, fulfilling his greed. The greed
grows and consumes, until war is brought upon the
weakened society of filth and lies. An endless cycle
that will indefinitely kill off this, our pathetic
race of ingrates. Centuries ago, humans destroyed and
condemned in the name of peace. Greed, fueled by
religions, sought to "convert" others to their gods.
Only a lie to get others to join their filth ranks so
they could control all. For the past century, we
humans have been, as some would say, at peace. Fake
stories can only last so long, and now the dawn of war
approaches. In this "peace", we have made many
technological and agricultural improvements. We have
saved the planet from destruction, by joining
together, and eliminating our adversaries. We
eliminated hunger and drastically reduced
overpopulation. Animals were no longer the main source
of food, but we made use of animals for some genetic
testing, so we still depended on them. Our planet, for
once, lived... But alas, it could never last. For a
century we lived in fear of being annihilated. The
threatening group not of this world, but from a place
called Edrlutn. The race is called the Zycors. Humans,
in part of their greed and ignorance, were abandoned
by other species. The Zycors on the other hand, forced
other species to fight with them, but some would
willingly join them in their galactic struggle for
dominance. One of the alien groups that helped the
Zycors were called the Onstrideous. A dangerous duo
indeed, until the Zycor's greed overwhelmed their
ability to judge. They wanted everything, and were not
willing to give. It was a complete massacre. The
Onstrideous never stood a chance. The only good thing
out of this was that the Zycor lived toward the center
of the Milky Way. The Zycor would send threats every
ten years, saying that the end of humanity was upon
them. During the last years, the Zycor sent images of
themselves, they were blood red, 16' tall, eyes as
big as baseballs, and chunky with bits of armor
plating. After 100 years of waiting, the Zycor are
ready to unleash hell amongst the human world....