World Of Wars 8 |
Again I was on my way to London.
Through towns and villages
that where blackened ruins.
Totally silence, desolate, deserted…
Man's empire had passed away.
Taken swiftly and without error,
by these creatures who where composed entirely of brain.
Unhampered by the complex systems which make up man.
They made and used different bodies according to their needs.
They never got tired, they never slept and never suffered.
Having long since eliminated from their planet,
the bacteria which caused all fevers and other diseases….
Artilleryman:
Halt who goes there?
Journalist:
Er - A friend.
-Be on your way,
this is my territory!
-Your territory?
-What do you mean?
-Wait a minute, it's you, the man from Maybury Hill!
-Good heavens, the artilleryman!
-I thought you surely burned.
-And I thought you surely drowned.
-Have you seen any Martians ?
-Everywhere!
-We can't just give up!
Of course we can't!
It's now that we've got to start fighting.
But not against them, because we can't win.
Now we have got to fight for survival,
and I believe we can make it.
I've got a plan…
unhampered = fri från
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