This is it, I do believe I, James kalon, four hundred and fifty second emperor of the Sol empires am the last thing left alive. The great feats of every being that had every lived is buried in a pile of teeth and claws. They are at my door now, only a matter of time before they get in.
Who am I writing for anymore, no one will see this, no one will care. I won't let them get me, when I am done with this I'm putting a bullet through my head and ending everything.
Life has gone out not with a bang, but a silent scream in the vastness of infinity. Goodbye.
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omnicide
Ciencia Ficcióna race of beings from a another dimension wish to destroy all life in out universe
