It was said that the aliens moved from world to world; conquering the planet, killing its inhavitants and using up its resources until there was nothing left. Then they would life up into the stars; travelling to another planet where the process would begin again.
The aliens had destroyed their own home world hundreds of years ago the same way and now they were last to the light.
Search, kill and destroy.
And always the same cry from their victims, "We shall never give in!" "You will not defeat us!" But the ruthlessness of the aliens always silenced those cries in death.
When would they meet their match? When would their be those to end their destruction?
A young boy stood in the front lines. It was just too hard; impossible. They with their many limbs and large brains were sweeping through the cities. Their spaceships firing and knocking down the puny vessils of his own home world. Soon it would be over.
An alien turned to face him and lifted its weapon and as the bullet ripped into his heart and he crashed to the ground, he cursed the aliens.
"F--k you!" he shouted, "F--k all humans!"
