December 26th 2002 Israel

"They're not letting us into Ramallah."

I paced back and forth, this was bad, really bad, really fucking bad.

"They're evacuating right, please tell me Hamas isn't so..."

Hero cringed.

"They're...they're getting everyone they can into Ramallah, the Israeli military has retreated behind the wall. We have Tinkers making it stronger... look I don't know what Hamas is planning, but they seem to be gathering people into Ramallah, if they want to fight her on their own that's kind of their right."

I looked around, With the announcment that Hamas wasn't going to let us into the West bank, I and many other people were in the process of improving the tinkertech wall between the West bank and Israel.

"We don't have a lot of time convince them to-"

"WE HAVE VISUAL!"

My stomach jumped as I stared at the winged woman, she looked like she was made out of white marble. One of the Hamas' leaders came out and then bowed before her, I turned my head as the others visibly cringed, some people especially the Israelis looked enraged.

"Fucking Hamas."

I turned to the armored man.

"I don't speak arabic."

"They're offering to join her, fight for her if she kills all the jews, men, women, children, all of the jews."

The singing started.

"We have to stop her now."

People were on the phones talking to the UN and...

"The arab league is blocking it, we can't go in."

"The Security council-"

"Isn't going to overule the effort, the chinese aren't saying they would veto it, but they need middle eastern oil so they will veto it, we're just going to have to wait here."

December 27th

Hamas is gathering as many people into Ramallah as possible, all of their capes, all of their fighters, civilians and others, we watch as tinkertech guns are created and float to the ever growing army.

"Whats the damage?"

"They're conscripting everyone, the Israeli army retreated from the Jordanian border and there's an open call for refugees to come back, and jihadists. As you can see here, the number of people in Ramallah is swelling, Israeli Arabs have been jumping the fence here, here and here."

"How bad is it, Hero?"

"Gaza's emptying out, and... well you know her, what do you think is going to happen."

I pointed at the singing angel.

"Of all of my siblings she is by far the cruelest, the most deprave, the most evil. This maddness must be ended."

December 30th

The singing stops the Simurgh smiles at her huge cheering army, all of them clamoring for the blood of the jews. They hold their tinkertech rifles high, ready to charge us, ready to go to war with us... and then they turn their weapons on themselves on each other. We watch the bloodshed on TV.

"IT'S ON ALL THE STATIONS, IT'S ON ALL THE STATIONS, FUCK IT'S ON ALL THE..."

The world watches the slaughter, as millions of people brutally murder each other on television. The singing has stopped and the now silent angel smiles and then she starts laughing, the laughter gets more crazed more manical, the screen goes blank.

"SATELLITES ARE DOWN!"

"What do you mean, Hero?"

"I MEAN ALL THE FUCKING SATELLITES ARE GONE! EVERY SINGLE ONE..."

His eyes open in horror.

"The moonbase... thank god we evacuated that..."

He stared at his computer clicking on it.

"They're landing, smashing into oil rigs, we have reports all over the middle east, she's, she's going after the oil."

He stared at me.

"Fuck..."

Feburary 1st

The streets of Ramallah are full of dead bodies, some of them gruesomely displayed in an effort to shock and horrify. Reporters were around, staring at the carnage.

"No survivors in the West bank."

We tried to ignore the carnage.

"Thinkers found what looks to be some kind of portal device."

I felt numb to the world.

"It...Thinkers put the death toll over 5 million, maybe five, Israeli arabs...the community has been cut in half at the very least. Apparently Hamas offered mercy to anyone who joined them, and a lot of people either believed them or wanted them to win in the first place. There were holes in the wall here, here and here and they just flooded in."

"Why was no one there?"

"The camera feed said it was fine."

"IT CLEARLY WASN'T FUCKING FINE!"

I just kind of stumbled around.

"Going over the numbers combined with refugee population, 5.1 million people dead."

I felt to my knees my mind shut off as the words just became mere noise.