Stop writing me these letters. I don’t care about your fucking asthma and I don’t want to remember anything about you or know anything more about what you did. 135 more words
The human race is dead. Long live the human race.
All that remains of that destroyed world, is an average-looking homo sapien kept in captivity on a spaceship governed by a race of six-limbed aliens that closely resemble giant praying mantises, known as the Opillians. 1,335 more words