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Lost ContactPlanetary invasion turns the sky crimson red.All hope for humanity falls upon deaf ears. Outer colonies defaced from the surface. Where do we look to find solace? Perhaps this is the end of all of us. Leave the planet behind. Escape from the assured destruction. We cannot undo what cannot be undone. The damage has been sustained for no longer. We bathe in the blood of hypocrisy and suffer. A remedy to humanity's blatant disaster. Calamity of gluttony; a putrid bastard. Is there any way to end the destruction faster? Leave the planet behind. |