On the first night the Stars fall crashing into the sea, in the early light of morning crushing waves flatten the coast.
A black inky bubbling spews from the depths of earths wound its gaping maw an invitation to horrors yet unseen.
On the Second day, the North Atlantic bleeds a black texture gripping onto whatever it can. Obscured by storms it drifts towards lands on either side. On the fourth day beached sharks lay dead on the News as if escaping the sea some missing flesh, others dragging their organs into the shore. The Atlantic is quiet today not a fish is seen for hundreds of miles a third of earths ocean is gone.
On the Seventh day The Black spot is found through Satellite some speculate a massive oil vein was ruptured deep in the oceans crust, a low hum pings sonar hidden in the black, deep and haunting within its depths. Ships go missing, oil tankers that where used to help siphon the ocean are half submerged into the Black. Crawling up its deck its pulsating flesh is sickening to smell, its existence causing some to puke on sight.
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On the Nineth day, past sunset I step out on the beach... Overlooking the Empty Ocean, the waves quietly crash on the shore and then I see it.
I see a shooting star fall into the Dark Horizon then a blinding light lights up the world, One pure and hateful rendering the ocean and sky to split, Soon a wave of Raw unrelenting Might will sweep over the earth sending violent shockwaves into the crust but that was my decision I chose this path.
Between me and the blinging light lingers tall shadows, from under the water flails appendages, massive Tendrils inkling to horror not of this earth, But I fear not this foreign invader from beyond.
I decided our survival on this First and Final shot..
Nothing will survive..
It was my choice to commit the Ultimate Sin.
Nothing in the Universe can Withstand The Awe and sheer Power of an Atomic Detonation.
