BLOOD ON MY HANDS

By SINCLAIR December 11th, 2137

Last will and testament of some fuck you don't give a shit about. We couldn't keep them out. My wife is dead. My children have been taken. I tried, but I couldn't stop them. They broke through our defences. There's... there's so much blood on my hands. This is for the rescue party, for Seegson or... I don't know... whoever has to clean up this mess. We held out in there as long as we could. You didn't come fast enough. You fucked it. Just send in the marines or blow this place up. Take these creatures back to Hell.