...okay? ':>
(What did he mean by this…)
Are they gone...?
Oh... Good.
As much as Martian media and governance likes to portray Impuro's invasion as a grande attack we couldn't possibly overcome, it couldn't be further from the truth.
The second Impure seat touched down on Martian soul, we didn't greet them as compatriots but as rivals. We tracked down each landing craft and slaughtered each inhabitant, one by one.
The Impure tried fielding Creatures to defend themselves, but our tripods were already mobilized.
Woosh with our heat-rays.
Woosh, and them running and dying.
Martian high-command thought they were trying to beat us at our own game. So we showed them who's on top.
Oh! We showed them, alright!
But the best part... The BEST part was that we... The Great Martian Empire, could've taken the fight to Earth. We had the men. We had the numbers. We had the firepower. But the SNOWFLAKES in high-command cancelled it!
Could you imagine it, human, everyone bending to Martian will, gods, people, animals all under our domain?
CAN YOU IMAGINE SUCH A THING?!
WE COULD'VE BEEN GREAT!
WE COULD'VE BEEN NUMBER ONE!
But, NO, they just HAD to cancel it.