For the majority of my 15 years on Earth I have seen battle after battle, war after war. The only hope I or anybody else who inhabited this scarred world was up within the heavens. August 1st 2050...the events that occurred on this day changed the course of the universe for all eternity.

My late father used to tell me stories of how he fought in these wars. He killed and watched his own be killed. He used to tell me "Hino, war is a terrible thing, promise me you won't fight in any of these pointless wars. You don't want to end up like me now do you?" I always hesitated when answering this question. I used to think fighting and wars were cool. Now I know I was gravely mistaken. I used to want to fight against the enemies of the earth and be known as a hero. Now I know I need to save the earth...I need to save the universe.

It is now August 26th. 25 whole days I've been surviving on my own. Just waiting eagerly for the next attack on Earth. I swore to my loved ones that I will carry out my revenge.

I will wage war against the heavens...