Entry 1: The Sky Fell
The sky… it’s no longer ours. Blue, yes, but with streaks of pulsating orange – their ships. It happened so fast. One moment we were arguing over the weekend’s sports scores, the next we were staring up at behemoths blotting out the sun. This… this isn’t a movie. They came down like locusts, not with guns blazing at first, just… landing. Then the cleaning started. The first few days were chaos, of course. We fought with everything we had – rifles, tanks, even our fists. We thought we could win. We were wrong. So wrong.
Insight: Fighting with old ways is suicide, and we started by making too much noise.
Entry 2: The United Front (and its Brutal End)
The last two years are a blur of violence. But I have to say this: humanity… we united. Every nation, every creed, all of us were just… Earthlings. We fought together, died together. But their tech… it was like something out of a nightmare. It wasn’t even the firepower so much; it was the precision, the speed. We could barely touch them. Their soldiers, when they landed, they were… calculating, efficient. Not the hordes we expected. They never really bothered with massive armies at first, just a few here and there. Then they took all our logistics. Power, food, resources that we fought over for so long. It was a trap. They let us come to them. We were a bunch of screaming monkeys with sticks attacking tanks.
Insight: Unity is just a word when facing a superior foe. We were out of our depth from the very start. Their real strength wasn't in numbers they sent, but in their logic.
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Entry 3: The Long Shadow
It’s been… eight years since the fall? Time is a blur now. No sun, no moon, or stars. It's always a strange, sickly light through the haze in the atmosphere. Most of us couldn’t stomach watching everything be hauled away. I've spent it in the shadows, a ghost in the ruins. We started like a guerrilla group, small teams hitting their supply lines, ambushing patrols. We never win, but we slow them down. The world… it’s being stripped bare. The forests are gone, the rivers are dry. I saw a field they turned into one giant hole today. It's madness. My old friend… he died on a raid, but he smiled at the end. Said that at least they’d have to spend more time and material just to cover up the hole we made.
Insight: Every little thing I do matters, even if that just means leaving a scar.
Entry 4: The Echoes
My companions… they’re all gone now. It’s been two years since the last one. I saw him fall. It was like the enemy’s gun was some strange machine that tore him apart. I buried him beneath a mountain of cement. The quiet is deafening. The air is empty except for the drone of their machines. I’m just a whisper in this world, a persistent glitch they can’t quite erase. I hit a mining base yesterday. Blew it sky high. It should’ve killed me too. But it didn't. They sent drones, as always, but they don't even look for me anymore. I was under a thick layer of mud. I have no tech. I have no weapons, everything I do is with things I steal or scavenge. I can't understand why it still works.
Insight: They’ve grown complacent. Or perhaps… I’m not.
Entry 5: The Spark
I can feel it now. This… energy. Like a low hum beneath my skin. When I move, it flows with me. Is this… qi? The old stories talk about it. The power within. It’s not the tech, it’s something… deeper. Something that doesn’t depend on metal and wires, but… on me. Maybe… maybe this isn’t the end after all. Maybe this is a new beginning. I feel strong. The strongest I ever felt. I'm like a ghost that has awoken. I do not fear the drones and their lazy patrols. I feel like I can finally become more than just a shadow.