Funny, isn't it?
Or rather ironic.
The word mankind, when broken up, is two words combine into one.
Man. Kind.
Man, the most dangerous, evil and nasty creature in the world.
How can people expect to be kind to one another when all they ever do is just take and take without actually wanting to give?
No wonder the world is coming to an end.
Clueless human beings, wasting their lives away, rotting in this once beautiful nature.
How sad.
Oh,
pardon me, I have yet to introduce myself.
My name is-
Whatever, doesn't matter.
The point is, I am brought to this made-filthy world by my master to protect my own kind.
Unlike men, we are rather intelligent.
We handle things efficiently, effectively and with a snap of a finger, the deal's done.
Merciless, tameless, and best of all, fearless.
That's what we are.
Whatever that stands in our way, we destroy it with our bare hands, and it will disappear into thin air, like how people always do when their own kind asks them for help.
You might want to call us your life saviour, because we are here to ensure our survival, and indirectly yours.
But of course, your survival is not of our concern.
We, are the Maskret.
and you, mean nothing to us.
