Over the years we have seen these tiny robots that have been strolling along our streets. There were little flags on the machine that were covered in red and white stripes and stars. We didn't know what they were, but they kept coming back everytime we destoyed them. One day we noticed the machine floating down from the sky. There was a camera attatched to the top and some moving contraption that helped the machine move around. It was almost as if the thing was alive.
We knew there were humans on another land because we sent different people down onto Earth. They were minorities on our planet because instead of having the pale, grey color skin we martians have they had a tannish looking color and hair everywhere. The martians have hair only on our heads. We send the minorities into space to see what's out there. They reported back to us a couple days later that they landed on a strange planet that was filled with minorities.
The minorities named, Michael Jackson and Amy Winehouse, both died a couple years later. We thought it was from the humans. We never dared to venture over to Earth. We then kept sending over people like Lance Armstrong and Victor Cruz. They lived and reported to us that the machines were called Mars Rovers. They were trying to see if Mars was a planet they could possibly live on. We were destorying a valuable machine for the safety of our planet. Turns out the humans used the machine against us.
That's how we were attacked about a year ago. Our whole planet was destroyed. It was left with gigantic craters in the ground. And all our houses were abandoned and most of the population was killed off. The ones that survived scurried into the Hexagon, a six sided building that held our whole population. We were held there until the humans left our planet. They took what they wanted including, material samples, rocks, and water. They left within ours. We are all happy, now. Nothing is the same anymore.
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Thanx to Readwritlife bc he.... or she made me confident enough to continue on. This was more of a backround story, so i'll make an epilouge maybe soo thanx
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When They Came
Cerita PendekWhen they came, nobody knew what to do. Their bodies and muscles were no match for our slim bodies and weak muscles. When they came, they destroyed us... they destroyed me.
