[ RF ] The Australian Emu War

After the Allies ’ victory in WWI, the world finally settled down. Gone was the frenzy of building weapons for war. Gone was the starvation, the perpetual fear of attack, the apprehension for the safety of loved ones. 
 
 Or so we thought. 
 
 While the whole world gave a brief exhale of relief and started to pick up their countries from the wreckage of war, they attacked. 
 
 No one knows why, but one thing is clear -- they could not have chosen a better time. 
 
 Soon their forces spread like a virus into surrounding countries, relentlessly slaughtering everything in their path. 
 
 To survive, much less to win, we put in every fiber of our beings. Children and the elderly starved themselves to the brink of death to feed the military. Men, and for the first time, women, fought brave and unceasingly, sacrificing their life towards a seemingly futile end -- to fend off those monsters, those hellborn emu. Due to our desperation, groups, some previously enemies, put aside their animosity and worked as kin towards a common goal. 
 
 We improved upon the newly developed technologies from WWI, like machine guns, grenades, ships, and mustard gas to fight against the emu. However, as humanity advanced in our technology, the emu also evolved. Their fluffy feathers became thick and impenetrable to explosions. They utilized their erratic, haphazard movements to dodge rounds of bullets. Their beaks were so sharp and powerful as to be able to pierce skulls and rip apart bodies. Their squawks became loud enough to burst eardrums and disorient bands of soldiers. The various kinds of chemical warfare we rained upon them only seemed to hasten and aid them towards more freakish mutations. 
 
 No one was safe. Their dark beady eyes were all knowing, reading our every move. Infants were plucked from their cribs at night and swallowed whole. Elders who stayed behind to man the cities, had their bones crushed to powder between atrocious claws. These beasts knew nothing of honor. Every night we slept, we slept with the uncertainty of seeing another day, another day of this purgatory. Clinging at the precipice of extinction, we lived in constant terror. 
 
 But this will all change. We will turn the tides. Land may be the emu ’ s dominion. But in the sky, humanity holds reign. The emu may go through various atrocious transformations to aid them in battle, but their shrunken wings will never allow them the privilege of flight. They are but wretched creatures. They can never aspire to reach the level of aerial birds, of angels. That is the place of humanity, in our ingenuity and tenacity. As I write our heroic and enduring battle against the emu on this plane, this plane that holds humanity ’ s ultimate weapons, I hold secure trust that we will win to tell this tale to future generations. 
 
 We will be victori -- -
