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Authors note:

This is my first creepypasta so please be fair when Critisizing it. My english isn't too good so there may be numerous spelling error.

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June First, 2 Hours After First Contact
Things have gone to hell, I don't know what we are fighting let-alone why the fuck they came here. Thery aren't human, atleast they mayby aren't. Nobody knows what they are. Deep synthetic voices and dark masks cover ther faces.

The weapons they have are Incredible! Just as fasanating as they are deadly. Automatic streams of energy like rounds spray from the muzzle of the rifles, but the secondary fire is the most deadly! Hashing out luminescant orbs of energy that annihilate all living things they touch.

The war machines they serve up are also very deadly. 'Striders' as we call them, are the most common, Tripod like creatures that have bladed feet and devostating weapons, they can wipe out squads in seconds.

One hour, Twenty four minutes after First Contacet
The parasites, they sent out parasotic creatures! The small ass-maggots latch on the heads of the victems! My brother, I have to keep reminding myself that, he wasn't...human! The bony, flesh-lacking hands, the crys for help, the gaping maw opened in the stomach! They weren't, human, or anything I have seen! They took out 4 soldiers, I watched, MP7 aimed at the parasites as they let out muffled cries with the thing on their faces. bending their necks back, taking conrtol of their arms, forceing them to tear open their stomachs and taking command of the movements.

I don't fear manythings, but that experience was a horrid trauma

Three Hours, Fifty Five Minutes After First Contact
Ten minutes ago we were pinned to the weastern ridge by some snipers. I went out with a few scouts to clear them out, after blowing the fuckers to kingdome come I set out with the few squad-mates I had left, see if we can find stray bands. We might live longer with more units in the squad.

God save us all...

Five Hours, Sixty Seven Minutes After First Contact
I lost all my men. The were lucky to die though, I'am Hauled up in a ventallation tunnle at a hell-hole of a tower. The ones that survied, They aren't...I don't know what they are!

Their speech is redused to Ear-shattering Screams and low gurgled groaned. Physically un-recadnisable, facial features are scrapped, hands and feet are amputated and repaced with small metal stilts, stripped of clothing and genitals removed, eyes are gone, a metal plate is set where the eyes were, two holes where eye-sockets should be. You can only imagine the pain that these soldiers go through, I hope they can be put out of their misary soon.

I need to focause and press on, just a few clicks away is the core. If I can disrupt it, maybe a singularity could save us all.

I still hope I'm dreaming...this...can't be happening...no...it's not some bullshit nightmare...fuck. Fuck! FUCK!

Seven Hours After First Contact
Goddammit Wallace! If only He didn't do it! That pussy just cost us the whole goddamn planet! I was so close! I really was! I was about to hash a grenade into that fucking core when two soldiers showed up! They knocked me out or something and I'm only lef with my journal and pencil! Stuck in this cel, a supresstionn feild. They'll execute me with a fireing squad in a few minutes. It's hard to think after just seven hours we have been taken over! If only Wallace haden't organised a surrender! One thing is for sure, Wallace has full control over these things, and the power has gone to his mother fucking head!

Wallace is walking to a screen now, thers a P.A. system, He says: "Welcome, welcome to city Seventeen..."