The knife of civilization rest on every neck. Held by the hands of coward brethren, who threaten the vast majority of their own breed. Faces covered by cloak displaying cowardice they move from place to place unleashing their shame. Equiped with instruments of civilization, swiftly they cause death where they visit give. Madened by their god of frustration and unachieved aspirations in envy they metamorphosised into packs of dynamites killing and maiming their own breed. These are the aliens in our world whom we shall overcome with the tears of vengeance seeking ghosts and the strenght of our collective wills.