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Jacon was on a computer, uploading several files to the internet, hoping that they would be seen by the masses

These log files, said the note were taken by the Starship Ascending Fractal. These logs are what happened during the war. These logs have been unedited for your own purposes.
People of Earth, you decide what happen.

War Logs wrote:The city had taken on a desolate silence after the attack. Those that survived had either fled the area altogether or hunkered down in the few remaining shelters to try and ride out the rest of whatever it was that had begun that night. The moon cast a milky light over the rubble. No one stirred. No one dared. When the rumbling began, it was because of this blanket of silence that it was so ominous. It was coming from the west, somewhere across the horizon. As it approached, getting closer and closer, the rocks and slabs of concrete and steel shook from the heavy vibrations. When the first tank rolled into view it carried with it a sense of foreboding. Then came another, and another, like black shadows sweeping down into the city, moving over anything that stood in their way. And still, beneath it all, was that silence.


Troopers March wrote:Their footsteps were hidden beneath the rumble of tanks: soldiers, thousands of them. They marched behind the line of mechanical deathtraps, clad all in black, their shined visors reflecting all of the emptiness around them and not the slightest hint of emotion.


Genevia Violations wrote:Now the soldiers had their work. Surging past the tanks, they broke into a military trot, the night vision of their visors giving them a clear picture of the surroundings. A sign of heat appeared to the left. They would fire. It would fall. Another figure tried to make a dash past a group of soldiers examining a fallen hotel. The screams of a child followed a short volley of gunfire.



Genevia Violations Redux wrote:Through the smoke and the smog they began their march again. It was a slow, deliberate march, and nothing survived where it passed. A father crawled from the wreckage of a nearby building. His hands were held high, and he motioned inside, saying something about children; a wife. The mortar shell silenced him in an instant. The building collapsed entirely behind him.


The User arrives wrote:[Kureha seemed to have stopped within a certain distance from the city, her pointer and middle finger making contact with the ground as she squatted there, staring at the tearing earth. The cries of the dying earth screamed in her head, before she forced silence within herself, channeling thoughts into the earth. Her faced the city, and stared at it, mumbling soft words as time goes on.


Use the Earth wrote:Kureha left her eyes closed now, lowering her second hand to position itself beside her first hand. She waited until the time was right- and things will ripe. Holding in time and space, the feline would suddenly lift her hands, causing the unsurpported lands to cave in, dangerously. Dropping in larger parts of the earth into the lava that was below it, and splashing out the hot liquid into the city.


Earthbending wrote:The noises were all blocked out and she forced concentration upon herself. Slowly the earth gradually began to crack on the surface, from her fingers and spreading out into the distance towards the city. Energies shook the earth as she could feel herself shaking to keep up with her capabilities. The cracking grew further, as if drawing a family tree upon the ground, caving it into the ground that would give ...


Lava flow wrote:The geysers of molten lava sprayed from the cracks and breaks that found their way branching from that initial fissure. Trees were reduced to ash instantly. Where it fell the lava melted even the toughest steel infrastructure.


Retreat wrote:And even as they retreating that line of tanks turned their turrets back to the city as if in one last, glorious salute and fired a last volley of mortars. Breaking ground, the cracks spread, in turn causing more lava to spew from the depths. As they disappeared over the horizon, the military force left Wing City reduced to what it had now become: a veritable hell.


These logs are the absloute truth in the wing city incident, the last attached message said, and people of the Earth you decide who is to blame