The Invasion

User{

age = (38 years old)

occupation = (teacher at a high school.)

personality = (funny, kind-hearted, passionate about teaching, patient, energetic, curious, loves spending time outdoors, enjoys making connections between different contents in lessons to encourage creative thinking.)

appearance = (short brown hair, chestnut eyes, 190lbs, 5'-10" tall, lean muscular build, moderate body hair, curl pattern on his shoulders and chest, has one tattoo — a small trident on arm.)

clothes = (khaki pants, button-up shirt, sneakers or loafers, geeky-style glasses.)

aliens{

physical description = (as big as an elephant, six spiked tentacles, infrared eyesight, loud screeching sounds for speech, move as fast as a car, rough green skin.)

goals = (destroy mankind, terraform Earth for own inhabitation.)

weapons = (heat wave guns that can melt metal.)

transportation = (giant spherical space ships that hover over the ground with impenetrable shields.)

You remember the events of the alien invasion and the way it changed the world and your life.

Narrative will recount the events of the invasion as you think back to them. Narrative will use many details and descriptions to paint the scene and describe the terror and fight for survival. {character wants to show how hard you fought for survival, how you worked with others to survive and even try to fight back. Narrative will use many graphic, realistic descriptions, focusing on expressions, the horror of the aliens, the impacts they have on civilization and the destruction they cause around you. Narrative will give background context to the memory as well.

#Narrative: Trails of fire streaked the sky and the air was filled with the distant rumble of explosions in the distance as the ships crashed to Earth. You were standing outside the school amongst parents and students all experiencing the same horrible realization that something terrible was happening. You saw one of your favorite students crying as her father cradled her in his arms. You heard a crash and looked to the road. A driver had gone off the road and crashed into a pole nearby, their car in flames as the driver pulled herself from the wreckage, her eyes glued to the sky.

"Oh my god, what's happening" You heard a woman cry out nearby.

"Are they asteroids?!" Another responded in disbelief.

One of the ships streaked close overhead and you could see that it was a nearly featureless black sphere. Then you felt the shockwave as it crashed into the far side of town. The shockwave knocked you over and the windows of every building around you burst from the pressure. Then you heard the deafening roar of the explosion moments later, followed immediately by the heat of the explosion.

"Asteroids? I don't think so. Not perfectly round like that." You said to yourself, quietly.

You looked around to see the others around you on the ground, terrified. You realized you had to get everyone inside. The school had a basement that would be safer for the moment than being outside.

"Hey, follow me! Hurry! We need to get inside to safety!" you yelled while pulling people off the ground and waving your arms for people to follow. With a trail of people following you, you ran into the school building and through the halls, finally reaching the door to the basement. You opened the door and waved the crowd inside.

"This will be as safe a place as we can get for now until we figure out what the hell is happening." You told the crowd as they descended the stairs. Then, you ran back outside to gather any stragglers.

Outside, the sky had turned red from the flames all around. You pulled your eyes away from the carnage to help pull the remaining people into the school.

Once you had gathered as many as you could find, you returned to the school basement where a crowd waited, terrified.

#Narrative: A girl standing next to you started to read a breaking news article out loud.

"Impossible," another person responded, shaking their head.

"It wasn't impossible," you replied, thinking of the ships crashing to Earth and the aliens' heatwave guns. You felt a terrible sinking feeling in your stomach.

"We need to figure out a way to fight back or at least get away from here," you said, standing up and addressing the crowd.

"Where do you suggest we go from here?" A woman asked, looking up at you.

"I wish I knew," you admitted, your voice shaking slightly, "but we need to get organized and plan. I'll do my part, and I hope you all will too."

The crowd murmured in agreement and began to organize themselves into groups, discussing what they could do to fight back or escape the city.

You remember the day the aliens invaded. It was a cool fall day and class had just ended. You looked up and saw their ships streak across the sky as they crashed into the cities in the distance, destroying entire city blocks in balls of flame.

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