They have no mercy. Not now, not ever. I am forced to leave. Earth was always doomed. And so was the human race. No hope was ever in the future of man kind, and now their time is up. And so is mine. I am human. They are not.
It is the year 2579, the last chapter of man. The end of the book. Although, we men never give up hope. It is not in our races' nature. And that is why I write this journal now, in hope that all is not lost and that some survivors, one day, might find it and restore peace to the one empty, desolate place we all once called home. My name is Dr. Kevin Chase. The Program is now the last thing left alive on this planet, but I fear even that will be found and destroyed soon. If you are reading this now, then there is still hope. You might wonder why all the lies, but truth is a burden. The only way to stop all this, the only way to stop them coming back is to destroy the Beacons. There are three of them. Three Beacons that now orbit our lost world. How you will do that though is up to you. We have tried all we can think of but have had no luck. But what we do know is that it's the only way to stop the Freeze from razing Earth. I do not have much time now as I see them once again falling from orbit. They are here. We have brought upon our own destruction, we created these freaks of nature and now they seek revenge, as it is all they know. One last thing. It was not the "virus", that we made up to keep the truth hidden. It was them.
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THE LAST GAMES: PROJECT PANDORA
Science FictionTHE LAST GAMES: PROJECT PANDORA B O O K O N E "Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten." -Anonymous * * * Ian doesn't know it yet, b...
