Pained shrieks of millions had echoed to the heavens on that day. The day where the alien race, the Formics, had brutally slaughtered mankind, Murdering my family. Millions of innocent, tortured souls were purged along with them. Indeed, it was a dark day where no salvation was given for the most of us. As years passed, the bitter resentment of mankind grew. Desperate the protect ourselves, the International Fleet was made. There, our only hope was the intelligence of the next generation. Failure was no option. Or death will come for us all. - E N D E R ' S G A M E - Inspired by novel artworks 'Bloody Hands Don't Mean A Bloody Heart,' and 'The Hidden End.' Both of which are Ender fanfictions, fantastically made, and are what I consider 'brilliant narratives.'
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