"My God of Science!"
Several reporters gasped, instinctively stepping back despite the chalky protective barrier.
It's true… it's true… it's all true…
Blugh~
The puke festival began, as several reporters puked and puked so much that they swore they puked blood too.
No! No! No!
How could they be sharing a planet with these monsters for so long without knowing it?
Can you feel it? Can you feel the oddly primitive warning now sounded at the back of their minds?
The ache at the bottom of their gut told them to get the fuck out of this sent and settle on another.
Their throats grew drier, their pupils moved unsteadily, and their bodies now felt a hundred pounds heavier.
Who can tell them why this was happening now?
Why… Why were they born in this generation?
Wasn't it better to be born in the past and just die without having to go through the whole Monster slavery thing?