[ WP ] A alien invasion somehow managed to cripple the younger generations preventing them from fighting back . Now it is up to the forgotten , old and infirm to fight back .

`` Take that you sons of bitches!'' Screamed old man Benson as he swung his cane into the Garlins right jaw. `` This is for Price is Right, this is for Interrupting bingo, and this is for President Kennedy!'' He continued to scream as the once towing mass of muscle and scales turned into a bloody pulp of cartalidge and guts. Benson wiped his cane off and slowly returned to his porch. There his wife Martha sat, working on a cross stitch and loading an M-4 Carbine full of armor piercing rounds. 
 
 `` Do you have to be so loud?'' She asked starring at him with a look only 53 years of marriage could produce. `` What!?'' Benson asked annoyed that no matter how much windex he sprayed on his glasses the Garlin blood just would n't wipe off. `` Do you have to be so loud!?!'' Martha yelled again. She was now polishing the SAM launcher. `` Damnit women I'm right here no need to yell.'' Benson replied. 
 
 It was now ten years after the initial invasion. At first the plague came. It was meant not to wipe humans out, but to destroy their spirits. With their youth to weak to fight victory would be assured and a new breed of slaves would be added to the mighty Garlin Empire. That would be if they had bothered to do their research on Earth before they decided to invade the class A death world. 
 
 First a brief look at the Garlins. Garlins, for as big as they are, are mostly water, 90 % to be exact. Seeing as they come from a dessert planet where the only food is Makuali beetles and their main activities include sitting in holes and waiting for the rain, one would be surprised they even managed to get as far as they did in the universe. This was because of two things. One, their planet is home to the only minerals that could make FTL travel possible, and two, instead of war they spent most of their time developing science for space travel. They had no gunpowder, no body armor, no uranium. They had no natural enemies and their only concept of borders was all rock belongs to the Garlins. 
 
 When they first landed on Earth half their fleet drowned. The only ocean on their planet was 5 inches deep. The other half was killed by diseases and fauna. It felt good for animals to be in top of a food chain. The few that survived were hunted like dogs by the worlds militaries. Garlin Ion spears were no match for battle tanks. When the plague hit the Garlins got cocky. No humans were left able to drive the `` Malachtite Beetles'' or fly the `` Stinging Clouds''. When the second wave landed they expected to see a crippled society. Technically they were correct. Only these cripples were armed and pissed off that somethings had put their grandkids in wheelchairs. Now they are stuck here. Their ships shot down by automated systems. The survivors hiding. The humans ca n't hunt them. Their too old. But they can wait. Wait by their houses. Wait by the stockpiles of guns and explosives. Wait by the fallen comrades screaming for help. Even wait by their fallen ships. Slowly starving them out until they come out, skinny and pale. They will wait.
