When the call went out for anyone who could fight, I knew it was going to be the dregs. We'd been fighting a losing battle against the encroaching darkness for a full rotation of the globe, anyone who could actually fight had already been drafted, deployed, and lost.
So as the darkness approached the last city, I looked at the old, the young, the weak, and the pathetic. They looked to me for inspiration. All I had was truth.
"We're going to die, but we're taking them with us!"
Of course, now that we're won, I need to rewrite that.
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