[ IP ] A new kind of enemy .

Excerpt from a combat journal recovered after the initial combat action against The Destroyer: 
 
 *We do n't know what the fucking ugly-ass thing is, or where the fuck it came from. When the news dropped, the religious, * truly *religious guys in our unit promptly lost their collective shits, dropping their kits and praying just like the hajis were. * 
 
 *Bitches. The rest of us got locked and cocked. We're fucking Marines. First in, last out. * 
 
 *Samarra bound, an iron column, armor and hummers and a metric fuckton of ordnance. Intel reports a gun run from a pair of Hogs only made it stumble. We all know we're about to get our shit pushed in, but we got a job to do, no matter what the fuck it is we're fighting. * 
 
 *Intel's saying two Lancers are prepping a JDAM run before we're estimated to arrive. Hopefully it'll do more than make it take an extra step. * 
 
 There are a few pages missing in between entries; it's been months since the fighting against The Destroyer levelled Samarra, we're considering ourselves lucky we've recovered this much. 
 
 * -- n two days. Intel's calling it The Destroyer. * 
 
 *Name fits, that's for fucking sure. * 
 
 *We were n't five miles outside of Samarra when we first saw it. At least half a mile high, six glowing eyes, wings, of all fucking things. Spewing black streams of what we learned real fucking quick was like acid, eating everything it contacted in fucking milliseconds. * 
 
 *And the fucking thing can fly. Actually managed to bring down one of the Lancers. The JDAM run? Apparently it just pissed it off. * 
 
 *We'd gotten all the way into Samarras'city limits' and were halfway into our deployments when it noticed us. Weird, though, it did n't attack us right away. Sure, it kinda flicked at an M1, sending the fucking thing flying, but the actual attack did n't come until some fucking haji prick from the Iraqi army popped off an RPG at it. * 
 
 *Then it fucking attacked. * 
 
 More pages missing, we're afraid. 
 
 * -- know I wo n't make it home. The fucking thing is actively hunting us, now, but I think our last push managed to take out one of it's eyes, God knows how. * 
 
 *Christine, baby, I'm sorry. You make sure Dylan and Keegan do n't turn out like their daddy. Raise'em right, raise'em proud. * 
 
 *This journal belongs to Marcus James O'Reilly, Second Lieutenant, United States Marine Corps. We fought this fucking Destroyer as best we could, and we failed. God help the rest of the world. * 
 
 The journal ends here. After the Destroyer devastated Baghdad and then moved into Iran, we managed to recover it during a reconnaissance sweep. No remains of Second Lieutenant O'Reilly have been recovered, along with 98 % of the men that were part of the original ground assault. Officially we're listing them as MIA, presumed KIA. 
 
 At the time of this report, the President of the United States of America has, in accordance with the United Nations, authorized a full-scale nuclear strike against the nation of Iran, in hopes of finally stopping The Destroyer. It does n't really need to be said, but, this is the last, and best, hope for our civilization. 
 
 May God help us all.
