Mars is gone. We still don’t know what they did to it.

Mercury? We watched the aliens slap engines on it, and plow it straight into the Sun.

And last week, a chunk of organic matter the size of an asteroid disappeared below the clouds of Venus. At first, we thought it was an accident. Like when an airplane gets shot down over unfriendly airspace and crashlands into the nearest bit of land.

But then it started to grow.

Now, Venus is covered in a tumorous growth - towers of flesh reach up from the clouds and started to belch black fumes. And then, it spewed out these things.

Wet, flapping, screeching monstrosities, as large as houses. By the millions.

Oh yes. And there’s a ring of metal that wraps around the entire Sun. It’s spreading across the surface. Darkening the whole star.

The astronomers think we’re halfway between two warring factions.

One: an ultra-advanced race whose technology so far surpasses our own, they have long forgotten what it means to be made of matter. Humans are less than ants to them.

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And the others… They live only to consume. They plant their seeds on anything made of matter, and once a seed takes root, it transforms everything into a writhing mass of flesh and muscle. Even the frozen outer planets are starting to “come alive.”

Where does that leave us?

Well, if I’m being perfectly honest: all we could do was watch.

Impossible ships hung in impossible battalions, a glittering tapestry that overlaid our night skies. They stayed in formation as wave after wave of screeching, fleshy death collided with their weapons.

Humans across the globe did whatever you do when you know you’re about to die.

But our world leaders were still attempting to cobble together a plan. Anything. Anything we could do to live just a little longer...

The fleshy aliens gained a foothold on the Moon. Their corruption took root and began to carpet the craters and ridges, slowly wrapping over the whole satellite. With your naked eye, you could see the first of the flesh spires rising from the vast, organic seas.

...we knew then, that we were all well and truly fucked.

Until one of those impossible ships crashed.

On impact, it split the Earth's crust open. There was a wave of Magma so tall, it engulfed cities. Earthquakes shattered the other side of the world.

But when the dust settled... Lady Fortune smiled on us.

The ship was intact. It towered over the landscape - as if a new Olympus Mons had sprouted overnight. What's more, it was habitable.

It was time to leave Earth.

"Dying is easy, living is hard." Isn't that what they say?

But that's humanity for you: we do everything the hard way.