Our eyes were opened when the aliens came. Their first strikes took out half of Asia, most of Europe, and the East coast. Maybe it was racial memory that triggered the ancient weapon someone had planted in our genes. Our latent abilitys surfaced, and we surprised the invaders, driving them offworld.

But they're still up there, dropping rocks that shatter continents. There are more awakenings each day, and soon we will rise, and face them in the sky, and on their home planet.

At the End of the World, everybody is a hero.


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