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It has been three centuries since the last human had set foot on this forsaken planet. An organization known as F.O.S.S.I.L, dedicates itself to eradicating the malevolent creatures that now call Earth home. These shadowy beings, with their piercing red eyes, had taken over the planet, spreading darkness and despair wherever they roam. The once vibrant earth now lay barren, its seas transformed into deserts, and its cities reduced to crumbling ruins. (Please comment or share this story so it can get more traction)


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Chapter One: Descent

The sun's feeble rays pierced through the dusty windows of the barracks, casting a dim light on the young man named Matt as he slowly opened his eyes. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, he sat up on the creaky bed, his mind still foggy from the remnants of dreams. As he swung his legs over the side, he noticed the faded emblem on the wall, indicating his desination type: M, or Machinist.

With a groan, Matt rose to his feet and shuffled towards the door. The worn-out wooden planks beneath his feet creaked in protest, echoing through the empty hallway. As he stepped outside, a gust of wind greeted him, carrying with it the scent of desolation. The once vibrant earth now lay barren, its seas transformed into deserts, and its cities reduced to crumbling ruins.

It had been three centuries since the last human had set foot on this forsaken planet. Matt was part of an organization known as F.O.S.S.I.L, dedicated to eradicating the malevolent creatures that now called Earth home. These shadowy beings, with their piercing red eyes, had taken over the planet, spreading darkness and despair wherever they roamed.

Matt went to the armory and put on his red bandana, he changed out of his jumpsuit and put on a set of pants and a shirt. He put armor pads on his shoulders, pads on his knees. He put his headphones on his neck and he put his yellow sunglasses over his eyes. He grabbed his small hacking keyboard off his bed and connected it to a mobile charger on one of his kneepads. When he was done, he silently krept out of the Barracks and grabbed a banana from the cafeteria.

Matt hurriedly ate it and made his way towards the command room, his footsteps echoing in the empty corridors. As he pushed open the heavy metal door, he was greeted by the sight of the commander, a woman in her forties, her face concealed by a gray helmet. Her presence commanded respect, and her voice carried a tone like sandpaper.

"Matt," she began, her voice gruff yet authoritative. "The world as we knew it is gone. These creatures, born from the remnants of our own societies, have taken over. They feed on the fear and despair of humanity, growing stronger with each passing day."

Matt listened intently, his eyes fixed on the holographic map projected before him. It displayed the locations where these creatures were most active, their red blips pulsating ominously. The commander continued, her words painting a vivid picture of the world's current state.

"Our mission is to purge these abominations from our planet, to reclaim what is rightfully ours. As a Machinist, you possess the ability to hack into the remaining machines, turning them against our enemies. Your skills will be crucial in this fight."

Matt nodded, his determination shining through his eyes. He had trained for years, honing his skills as a Machinist, preparing for this very moment. The time had come to step out of the shadows and confront the darkness that had consumed the world.

With a newfound resolve, Matt set out on his first mission, armed with his hacking tools and a heart filled with courage. The desolate landscape stretched out before him, a haunting reminder of what had been lost. But he refused to let despair consume him. He would fight, not just for himself, but for the remnants of humanity that still clung to hope, but the war against darkness would continue. And he, along with F.O.S.S.I.L, would be there, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

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