"The end is nigh. All humanity's hope is gone. Discarded by god. Plead of cries ignored. Shunned as we weep. Is this what humanity deserved? A meaningless existence like me, a lowly priest cannot do much. Five-thousand warriors. Led by powerful individuals. Brilliant minds alike, opposing minds alike, and yet, nothing came out of it. The brainstorm of how to survive still plagues the head. All hope is lost. That was the chant. IT WAS THE CHANT. Yet everyone still tried to... What a miserable way of living. I'm tired of it."

The slow talk of a dying man enveloped the entire battlefield. Human bodies scattered along the fallen debris of structures, an enormous cryptogenic beast with beneath it a sea of blood. Smokes of blackness rising up to the sky. Shrieks of the beasts that won this war were swallowing all sound. The gore continued a trail to the man in tattered clothing, a missing arm, and a despair look on his face as he spoke to himself. "Ahh... I got this far at least." There was a self-deprecating smile on the man's face as memories started to resurface.

It was a lifetime of 60-years.

He was born as an innocent child in a household of Catholics. However, he was someone who grew up not believing in gods because of it being a hip-thing to be in his school, and that was something he would say to a religious nutcase every time to make them in disbelief over his 'How I Became An Atheist'. Yet, he was forced to do something ridiculous as praying and reciting because of his parents' strictness. He had to obey or else a spanking was on his way. A mundane lifestyle soon followed with nothing to note much. He was just an average person in every way and he was fine with that. He had a job on the church that was very corrupt, it was not a job, but it was something that he was forced onto him by his family. As he was lazy, he mostly let others do things for him, and this landed him to countless troubles. Yet, he always managed to miraculously survive another day. Not like, he wanted to.

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Years passed by, the fat bastard has finally had enough his behavior, and was about to strip away his vocation. He was supposed to be happy that day, but it was the start of his nightmare.

Out of nowhere, monstrous creatures were spotted in the skies, these terrifying creatures started a massacre that still haunts him to this day. As chaos was spurred around him, he ran like a cat with his tail stepped on, and was chased by one of the flying cryptogenic beasts. He only managed to survive that day due to the buildings. Like a slippery roach, he slipped through buildings after buildings, and finally arrived at his home.

He barely managed to enter in before he collapsed to the door of the house exhausted. Relief was on his face when he was taken in by his older brother further inside the house. However, it would only last a short while when the next day. His family home was overrun by the cryptogenic beasts, he, the only survivor who escaped through the backdoor.

He gloom over that day every time and would tell his fellow survivors till they had enough of him. Brb