The War of Self Righteousness Prologue

The war. It started in 2112. One hundred and five years after they came. They said they won, but they didn't. The destruction of the cube didn't mark any closure, but only prolonged an even greater threat.

“Our insignificance is often the cause of our safety.”

-Aesop

With the arrival of a technologically advanced race marked the arrival of more races. Races far beyond our comprehension. Like a star's core collapsing on itself, as if everything inside it were attracted to another until they crumbled up into the tiniest space remaining, the result is a supernova. In this case the result is a war of power. A war where the last man standing is the victor. A war in which the most bloodiest race lacking any morals or sense of self righteousness claims the now important space for his own. How would we stop such a race without becoming a carbon copy?


Tell me what you think, and if the majority of replies are good I can gladly continue the story.

Sounds interesting.

Hurry plz, this looks promising^^

I've been waiting when you'd write a series like last time. You raise the bar in storytelling.

I can't wait to see what happens here.