the exterminator

He sweeps his hand across the sky and buildings fall, crashing down into rising clouds, flecked with fire illuming bits of chairs and walls and people...

He wishes there had been some way to save all the innocent pets, but clearing the way for a forest required eradicating the humans, and those were his orders. They could have learned a lot from their tree living bretherens land usage, but no... they got their head all filled with big words that made lying seem like the truth to all involved.

They revolted him no less than the other infestations on his route. On the next planet, it might be a form of bumble bee? There would be plenty left in the intergalactic zoos, where they could evolve a bit more and maybe one day be safe enough to re-enter a planetary wide society. He doubted it, but what the fuck did he know?? He was just a goddamned exterminater.



Steal from me and you will be cursed in such a way that your hands turn into worthless, jelly fish like appendages that sting your intimates.