372,143 people died that Friday but history won't remember a single one.
Do you find me skeptical yet?
Dang it. Well, Talli Rappleye is going to disown me after reading this book.
Manchester had been without oxygen since Christmas.
Sacramento without people since New Year.
Portugal witho-
Oh...
I suppose you want to ask me what happened to my left eye.
Well...
I guess it wouldn't have happened if I had given him that sword.
He always begged me to let him fight.
But then again, if I had, this all would've been worse.
I mean, 448,468 people died in 2721 but only one deserved it.
Yeah... I guess things would have been different.
I wish I could tell you that it all ends well.
But if you are reading this.
I am buried.
6 feet under the ground.
No sun.
No stars.
Little to no air.
I have proclaimed this as my funeral.
Because Karodon is gone.
And no one will find this lost city again.
Goodbye, dear world.
820,611 have lost their lives.
I add myself to that list.
820,612.
And only one of them deserved it.
(In memory of the people who fought the aliens from taking over the world. The people who never ate cheese, cherry pie, and never even met their father. The people who have made mistakes, that made us who we are today. We thank you. May the 820,611-(2)- rest in peace. We will not forget their sacrifice for the people who never touched the ground, and the people who never have gotten a papercut. Goodbye, you brave 820611-(2)-. As the great Victoria said. "We will never tell!")