(I want to preface this first entry with a cautionary statement: this is the very first draft. I haven't even read it. Also, I do plan on re-writing it as a narrative instead of whatever it is now. It's more of a report, I guess. I don't know, I don't have to analyze it, I wrote it.)







Visitor (temporary title)
Few humans witnessed the amber streak that graced the sky on the night of July 28th, 2016. It raced across the nightscape in a wide arc that culminated in a large crater on the Sudanese countryside at first light. The animals, being the only rational creatures left on the soon-to-be devastated planet, were stricken with sudden bouts of distress and savage hopelessness. The lions stopped hunting, the gazelle ceased their grazing, the birds refused themselves the joys of aviation. The surrounding human inhabitants began noticing the “strange” behavior over the next few sun cycles, and they reacted the way any other human being would: with uncanny stupidity and egocentricity. They called upon their various shamans and witch doctors and the priests supplied to them to ease the minds of the wildlife, upon which they depended for sustenance. They had forgotten how to continue their own lives without ending others’. They tried to eat off of the land, but they had subjected their constitutions to a steady diet of flesh, so that their body and minds craved it, and they became weak and sick. Entire villages were dead within months, victims of starvation and suicide. This was only the commencement of what would become the end of all life on the planet earth.
The aforementioned amber streak was the result of the atmospheric trail of a pod from a planet orbiting the star Alpha Centauri (as named by the humans, it does not actually have a name, since it’s a star, not a sentient being. This was a disturbing trend adopted by the human race during its infancy). The beings that reside upon that large chunk of orbital rock did not have a name, and had evolved to live for millions of years, as their bodies produced all the energy it needed and did not produce waste. They were near perfect beings, only crippled by their own curiosity. They grew tired of their home planet and decided to travel to other worlds in search of other “intelligent” beings. The being borne within the pod that landed on the earth came to be called “God” by half of the planet, and “Satan” by the other, as the humans could not grasp the fact that this being that had mastered speech was not only nameless, but had a name that was fabricated a long time before (relative to the lifespan of the humans). For the sake of simplicity, as it will be humans themselves who will be reading this chronicle, the being will be recognized as “God,” as that moniker had a much more polite connotation. All God wanted to gain from his trip was all the knowledge of the dominant being on the planet. Due to his body’s efficiency, he could travel by foot at incredible speeds and had no need to rest, eat, sleep, or defecate. God was neither good nor evil, just curious. It was in God’s nature to accrue as much information as he could in his nearly inexhaustible life, purely for the sake of knowing.
There were those who did not take part in the factional warfare, most of whom did so willingly and not as a result of incapability. Those humans wondered what God did to start all of the vicious nonsense of the following three years, and the answer to all their ponderings is simple: he existed, and he was different. God traveled from human to human until he came face-to-face with every single one that inhabited the planet, a process that lasted 16 days as recognized by the humans. Each human instantaneously labeled God as either “good” or “evil” upon what they called their “gut feeling,” even though the human guts consists of the majority of the digestive system and provides no insight or opinion whatsoever to the being within which it is housed. Once reports of God’s travels reached every “corner” of the utterly cornerless spheroid, and the people of the planet realized that it was not an outright invasion by extraterrestrials and was the work of one being, the human race began splitting into the two distinct factions that would consume the planet in blood and fire over the subsequent years. Those that called the being “God” named themselves “The Explicit Followers of the Savior God,” and those that called the being “Satan” named themselves “The Saviors of the Earth From the Bastard Satan.” The two factions believed their ludicrous delusions so ardently that each henceforth action taken by the individual humans was for their concurrent faction. The dispute became violent within one year, and as the two factions had possession of a large quantity of the deadliest weapons the planet had ever seen, the contest did not last long. As for God (or Satan, depending on which farce you subscribe to), he wandered helplessly throughout the conflict, pleading each human to end the silliness and explaining his reasons for visiting their planet. His attempts were pointless, however, as the human race as a whole has always had a deep-seeded self-hatred, and merely needed an excuse to exterminate itself in order to justify its actions and appease the collective pride of the species























THE END












































OR IS IT?!?!?













































YES, IT IS. EVERYTHING IS DEAD.













































IDIOT.