"Alright, I have to get back to class..."
[Johnny: Ah damn, this stupid kid, the world outside is in chaos, and he's still thinking about school?]
The war drums echoed mightily as Lille sat in the command center overseeing the global offensive.
The aliens descended from the sky like demonic overlords, piercing through the atmosphere to engage humans, with flesh and steel flying as the air conveyed the explosions from the battlefield.
Yet some were only thinking about getting back to their studies.
Sam watched the war unfold on the screen, suddenly feeling a bit lost:
Fate had once placed him in a beautiful Chevy during his youth, turning a life that should have been mundane into one full of dramatic ups and downs, and possibly soon, into something magnificent...
How many people, when facing roaring waves and thunderous clouds, would immediately think of grabbing a surfboard to conquer nature?
