Chapter 0: Prologue
LOG REPORT 1532015
99 YEARS POST - GTW
Octarian Domes have now begun to collapse. Our technological advancements have led to our own demise, as energy is required to operate all of them. Families everywhere have been required to send young Octolings to Octavio for several years now.
As a century passed, our source of energy dwindled, but our hatred only grew. Our leader seeks vengeance, and so do we. He's been plotting some sort of plan, something the Inklings would never expect.
Phase 1 is underway. Squads are being sent all over the surface, getting into position. 1-7 have confirmed locations, pending Squad 8. If all goes well, then this could very well incite another Great Turf War.
But it doesn't matter.
We've been slaving away just because of their selfish actions, and no more will we hide for it. Too much has been lost to just stay idle, too much has been sacrificed because they couldn't do anything correctly. Their vain lifestyles only show the ignorance they hold, not even batting an eye to our pain.
It's their turn to suffer.
AN (A rather long one, at that):
After more than a year, I've returned.
I've been contemplating about this story for a while, and I thought it'd be fitting to do it. When I reread what I had written 12 months ago, I felt that there was a lot left to be desired, so I made a decision: I will be rewriting the story.
Majority of the plot will be the same, some major plot tweaks here and there though, and of course artistic license to let it flow smoother. As much as I'd like to suggest that you read the original story, I wouldn't recommend it. Think of it like a light novel VS the web novel version of it, in regards to the disparity of quality. And with that, see you soon, I hope.