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(This is all written to be set in the modern day; i.e. it's 2011 in all these stories in our time)
It is inane for the human race to believe that they are the only living beings in the universe.
Through some strange machinations of mass-god, luck or just sheer biological benevolence, what would be known as 'unthinkable' by the lesser Sapiens did occur.
The Earth is not the only place in the universe that can support humanoid life.
Far beyond the reaches of the human sphere of technological observation, there lies a system of seven planets revolving around a black sun. This system is known by its inhabitants as the Fashnia system.
The epicentre of the planets is known as Fashnia Prime, a gargantuan forest world that dwarfs even Jupiter of the Solar System. Here lies a large portion of the Fashnian population, residing in an epic metropolis that dwarfs absolutely anything that humanity can dream of.
The Fashnians have mastered the art of extraterrestrial technology, putting them light years ahead of the Lesser in terms of war capacity and life expectancy.
Basic small arms that fire explosive microparticles, shadow absorption technology, super light speed, all of which dreamed by mortal men yet achieved by none, not at least by a Lesser Sapien.
The Fashnian Empire spans an entire solar system, their economy supports billions comfortably and in luxury, and they can smash aside any resistance that stands in their way without so much as any effort.
And yet they are constantly beset by enemies, supernatural terrors and masses upon masses of fascist enemies, each of which are hell bent upon destruction of not just Fashnia, but the entire universe.
The many metropolises and cities under Fashnia's control could never stave off the inevitable bloodshed that will occur, billions and billions throwing themselves down in arms while the lesser Sapiens sit idly by and pretend they are alone.
They are wrong. Once the Fashnians break free of their chains of strife, war and oppression, they will continue their march to control and guide the galaxy. No lowly mortal weakling is fit to control the galaxy.
Humanity's shadow is born, and only through their actions could they transcend darkness and become the light to guide them all home
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