Synopsis
One thing could be said about humanity. We are resilient little fuckers.
Too resilient.
We have diverted 4 different world-ending apocalypse and came out stronger. We have discovered magic and new formula after each. We thrive under pressure.
Though, too much and we might perish all the same.
The asshole's who sent us the apocalypses thought so too it seems. as they suddenly declared war of extinction on us. That means the war aren't going to stop until one side completely folded and perished completely.
after decades of war. it's finally over.
we lost.
Though, extinct? that's a different matter. Like I said before we're resilient little fuckers who loves to play with technicality.
though I've gotta ask... what the hell happened?