Prologue

“Why are you doing this, Oniak?” the humanoid-looking alien asked in a desperate tone.

“Because if I didn’t, there would be no plot to continue! Then our ratings will fall!” Oniak replied, “Think about our future for a moment would you, Sorton.”

The humanoid-looking alien known as Sorton hesitated and contemplated what Oniak said.

“Very well,” Sorton replied, “I shall not stop you from going to Earth to destroy it at the moment, even though I am fully capable of doing so. Instead, I shall give you some leeway so you can establish a small force on Earth. Then, I’ll desperately try to fix the situation.”

“Shuddap and open the hatch.” Oniak said.

—

QuiteLowLand, Taxes. A smallish town with approximately over 9000 people, and a mild climate, suitable for most ecology to flourish naturally. Most people in that town took their environment for granted, playing around in the parks, throwing frisbees at small animals, kicking balls at small animals, and the such.

A burning object from space is headed that way. Nobody notices.

The burning object crashed into a small woodlands. Nobody notices.

A blurdy huge forest fire started. Nobody notices.

From the blazing fire, a dark alien emerges.

“This is good,” Oniak said to himself, “those idiotic Earthlings are oblivious to almost everything; they don’t care about anything except themselves.”

“Destroying the Earth starting from this place would be easy.”

—

Unfortunately, Sorton has also made his move. Using the same transport mechanism as Oniak, Sorton chased after the clearly antagonistic character.

Sorton crashlanded at HighLand, Taxes. The police arrived and apprehended him.

“Great.” Sorton mumbled to himself.