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Explanations

It started with a nosebleed. Yes, I'm serious, the end of the world started with a nosebleed. Who knew something so ordinary, so simple, could have started a chain of events that led up to the end. But first, like any good story starts, you'll need a little bit of background information.

Before civilization started, before caveman discovered fire, and before dinosaurs roamed the Earth, there was nothing. And then, in a split second, there was a flash, and suddenly there was something. Planets formed, as did stars and galaxies. Living things started appearing on some planet, but those planets were never to close together. But one day, one ambitious planet wanted to rule the rest. They were the Galactians, huge beings that had extraordinary powers. These Galactians would be like gods, if they existed in our day, but they considered their abilities meager. To them it was just a adaptation that helped them hunt. 

That was part of their downfall. They always thought that everything was beneath them and never appreciated their amazing skills. Another big weakness was their need to rule.

Everything.

The Galactians set out to find every single planet and put it under their rule. Despite all that's been said about the Galactians, they were still brilliant in every way.

They built huge reactors that powered even bigger propulsion engines that moved their enormous planet. When they found a planet, they waged war if it was inhabited, or took it over if it wasn't. Soon, after a few gazillion years, they only had two more inhabited planets to conquer.

Now, you know those people on the sidewalks? The people who hold up signs that say, "The end is near!" No offense to the sane ones, but most of them are just crazy old guys who want to scare children. They weren't far from the truth, though. On 12/21/12 the world was supposed to end. But fate ran a different course.

The Galactians were overeager and decided to try to wipe out both planets at the same time. The planet that was destroyed was Nibiru, but they weren't going to die peacefully without resistance. They fought. A war raged for several centuries before the Nibirans finally pushed the Galactians out of their planet. There was a celebration, but due to a single undercover spy of the Galactians, their planet was dying. Then the Nibirans realized they were in a crash course with Earth. They only had a decade to move their enormous planet, even bigger than Galactic. They tried for five years, but they only managed to move Nibiru a couple yards. Their only choice was to blow up Nibiru with every person in it. They had lived their time, it seemed to them, and they were willing to die to see that Earth would live.

And that was the end of Nibiru. It makes me sad to see that the Nibirans may have died in vain. Earth has been fighting with itself for way too long, and we're killing our planet on purpose.

I mean, what the hell?

But this story isn't about me trying to help save the ecosystems of the world or "saving the endangered species of jackrabbits". Not that I don't care about the endangered species of jackrabbits, but this is much bigger. What I'm about to tell can and probably will shatter the boundary of what's fiction and what's not. 

Look, I don't have much time. Things are getting out of hand too quick and I'm not sure I can stop this. I'll fight though. I'll fight until the last breath leaves my body.

Why is this story so serious so fast?

This isn't just some story. It's my, Peter Cotton's story. And it's about to begin.

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