[WP] In the eyes of an alien, describe an invasion of its home planet by humans. Make the humans the scariest thing I have ever read about.

We never saw it coming. When a space ship landed we had no idea what it was. Everyone had thought that it was a gift from god. And then they emerged. They were beasts of colored variations, and there appendages all wrapped in foil. Some long some short and the most peculiar abnormalities. For God sakes, they had no amdigomand! I was one of the first to say that they should go. I had the feeling that they weren’t here to help us fight the tribe to the south. That they had no idea who we were. I saw in their eyes that they wanted nothing to do with us. That they were afraid. Their form of conversation was complex, and after a few days they ceased all conversation with us. That is when everything went uphill. The first ship was only a part of their force. Some sort of trial ship sent to see how strong we were. Well we weren’t strong. We hardly fought but once every 100 years. And that’s only because every 100 years the filisondors shift in current and new negotiations must be made in order to feed both tribes populations. We had but stones and sticks. They used the stars power. Some sort of beam that penetrated through all matter. When the next 100 ships came with ten humans each, it was only a matter of time before our race was wiped out. I and my family are the only ones I know of that have survived. We are scared and hungry. We have only days before we run out of ammonium. The humans are digging giant holes in our sacred land. Digging for what I guessed they wanted was for something they called, Water. “We haven’t got any ‘Water.”’ I said, attempting to persuade them from anything they may do to hurt my people. Because it was true, this chemical they seek is not prevalent here. “Our astronomers and scientists have indicated that your atmosphere hosts water here.” One said in a deep voice. I could hardly understand the translation. But I knew he was pressing the matter. “After all, life persists here and life can only persist with water.” Such feeble minds can’t comprehend anything outside there world’s spectrum. I attempted to persuade them on our Alordic ways, but they only spoke gibberish. It was impossible to press the matter. “One way or another we will have our Water. Our species must live on.” And so they dug and tested and for months they spend until some died and some went crazy. I awoke on our saviors day, to the sound I heard 2 months ago when the 100 ships came. The beams of stars rung out through the land. Explosions in the distance until there was silence. My babies were restless my partner frightened. I went out of our hiding to see what had happened. They were all dead. The psycho killers. Mad from exhaustion. One ship took off. Into the sky. I cursed its host. I fell on the ground were my friends were all stacked. Their bodies now heaps of trash and gore. To start over is scary, but at least the humans are no more.

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