Welcome To Terminus
This is an Apocalyptic Novel.
[Cough cough. Hello, can everybody hear me? I think everyone can. Man, I-I-I-I-I am so nervous. It’s only MY 57th time doing this. Have a mercy on a kid, please god. Anyway, let’s get straight to the point.]
[GOOD MORNING ARORAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! I am X. Your friend, your enemy, and your beloved instructor.]
[So, please call me only by this name. I won’t be accepting kiddo, brat, moron, son of a bitch, etc as my names, please keep it in mind.]
[God gave you a life to live. Air to breathe. Food to eat. Land to walk. But what the hell did you do with it???
[DESTROY IT! POLLUTE IT!! RUIN IT!!! IT’S TIME YOU PESTS PAY FOR THIS, DON’T YOU THINK???!!!]
[SO, IT’S A PAAAAAAAAAAAAAY TIME!!! But worry not, you are not the only one who is going to die and get destroyed. There are other races with you.]
[This is an elimination of the races of the universe. This is a battle royal. And out of 100 races only 1 will survive.]
[Others will die, perish, and face extinction.]
[This is a beginning of the end.]
[But there is a twist and surprise in between. Destroyer itself has also descended like always in the race of Terminus.]
[Destroyer only knows destroying. It only destroys. It does not know discrimination. So, be wary. Meet him, and you will only get destroyed.]
SO, LET THE BATTLE BEGINNNNNNNNNNNN…………
[WELCOME TO TERMINUS]
There is only one rule in Terminus.
i.e. THERE IS NO RULE IN TERMINUS, lol hahahahahahahaha.
So, enjoy. GET DESTROYED! KILL!! RAPE!!! EAT!!!! AND EXTERMINATE!!!!!
SHOW ME THE ULTIMATE DESTRUCTION!
RUIN THIS WORLD ITSELF!
FILL THE WORLD WITH YOUR FILTH!
Let’s not waste any more time and start our little game.
And with a Boom, THE GAME NAMED TERMINUS WILL STAAAAAAAAAAAAART!!!
Go on Journey with Ashton and Matt. Meet their new friends. Read an endless vicious side of humanity. But also, humanities faith, beliefs, and will.
This Apocalyptic novel is a work of a fiction. All the characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locals, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.