Our Galaxy is approximately one-hundred thousand light years wide, and one thousnd light years thick. It would take a jet zero-point fourteen trillion years to go from one end to the next. Yet this...creature skims through solar systems and weaves through stars within mere seconds. No, I am mistaken, no living being could defy such logic, only that of a god, or in this beings case, demon. Within its wake, thousands of civilizations are brought to an end as their suns are hastily aged towards death, and in the stars final gasp of breath, take their worlds with it. It flies in such a pattern, so intricately and deviously constructed, that the sonic booms that reach each planet's surface before their doom consists of one word repeated over, and over, and over. "Nyan". In rapid succession, this word follows the demon wherever it ventures, and brings nothing but death within its sweet, misleading melody.But the worst of all, the thing that irritates me more than anything else; is that the demon smiles. Constantly, the devilspawn stretches a wide grin across its feline-like face, as worlds fall before its rainbow river of styx. It takes pleasure within its galactic genocide.It is heading for Earth, and expected to arrive within a month, the bloody good that does us. We have worked day in and out as to find some means against this abomination, but we all know it is for naught, for we have witnessed the debut, defense, and destruction of alien worlds all within a day, worlds much stronger, much farther than we had ever been. Ragnarok is soon to be upon us.I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That's my dream. It's my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight razor … and surviving.The horror … the horror …