The X files

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Entry #3: Early life - Disaster (Chapter 1)
Current Location: Planet Manhattan, New York system
Time: 6.48PM (GTM+1)
Date: 30th of May 818A.S.

*Daniel turns on data recorder*

"The town, which was known as Tria, was in flames. I could see the thick, black smoke rising into the sky from miles away, and by the time I had arrived my heart was racing. Not from the run, but from the fear. The first building I saw, when my head popped over the mountain ridge, was the City Hall. It's concave roof had collapsed after several holes had been blasted through. I could see the flames licking the stone sides of the building from the inside, desperately trying to escape the confines of the hall so it could find more fuel to continue its destructive path.

But it wasn't the only one. Thirty-nine of the buildings in the town were either burning, or had already burned. The roofs had collapsed into each, crushing the contents of each house or store like a flytrap swishing a fly on the wall. No hope for survival, unless the occupants had managed to escape. But as I entered the town square, I knew that there were no survivors.

I found shell cases on the ground, scattered everywhere. Our towns didn't own any lazers because we couldn't afford them, so if the occupants wanted a weapon they had to use balistic. And now those weapons had survived their purpose: Defending the owners. But the owners were no marksmen, only store-owners or family-men. Or women and children.

I found the bodies of those who had owned the weapons a few feet away from the shells. They had tried to retreat, most likely when they had run out of ammunition. I doubted they would have needed to buy much, considering the fact they didn't expect an attack. The corpses were charred, and the smell of burnt flesh filled my nostrils. I knew then that it was no ordinary attack, because few in the area could even afford lazer technology. So it was a planned strike against a peacefull village, just on the coast of Cambridge, the capital continent of Planet Cambridge."

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"I lifted my head and kept rotating as I scanned the area, making sure not to look down at the bodies of my friends. I immediately spotted a peculiar sight: A fully intact building, near the centre of the village. With some sort of graffiti painted on the side. I ran over as fast as my legs would carry me and examined the spray-painted artwork."


- "What the hell is this?" - "That was the question that immediately crossed my mind. And that was the question that never left."

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Daniel Windsor

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