This planet has been consumed. It's resources have bled dry. Once alive, now a decaying canvas of sand and dust. Dismembered bodies stretched for miles. The decaying sickness stains the air. Thick with toxicity, caustic rain. Melting the skin of the earth. Fauna non-existent. No longer spinning around the sun. Float dead in the silence. Underneath the blanket of black. We will reduce this universe to ashes. Growing in power, we are GOD (Legion). We will escape the clutches of time and space. The horror of your reality is simple: You exist to feed us.
