[ WP ] Just when Earth is about to be destroyed by a huge catastrophe , a fleet of `` benevolent '' aliens show up . They give every human two choices ; either serve them as soldiers and slaves or stay on Earth and perish .

Most people, fearing death, went with the Gonathians, becoming soldiers and slaves for them. Others held on to their dignity, dying with the Earth. God, I wish I was as brave as them. 
 
 I wanted me and my family to survive, even if they had to live under a race of fishmen. Probably why we packed our possessions and went on the massive starship, leaving the rest of humanity to be incinerated. I thought we were going to be okay. We were. At least to some extant. 
 
 We were one of the luckier ones. While most other slaves had to work in the mines or clean toilets on Jupiter Base 19, we were assigned to serve Frezz Zynginia, a wealthy business man who lived in a massive mansion on the rainforest planet of Jetaa. We were given food, a place to slee, and protection from the deadly wildlife. Plus, my kids did n't have to do work do to intergalactic slavery laws, so at least I knew they were safe. Or at least I thought. 
 
 One day, when I was cooking for Frezz, I was interrupted by my wife running into the kitchen. She asked me if I knew where Dominic and Sarah were. I told her I did n't know. She told me she searched everywhere. I immediately stopped cooking, despite the fact that I'd probably get smacked by a plasma whip for it. We searched every inch of the house for the kids, hoping that they were just hiding. They were n't. We found them in a secret room, split completely in half. To make matters worse, we found the bodies of dozens of different species, probably his earlier slaves. I noticed that all of them looked like they were either children, elderl, or disabled. Frezz did this. If I knew he was some sick fuck who butchered the slaves he could n't get to work, I would have ran away with my family as fast as I could. But I did n't know. I could n't save them, so I had to avenge them. 
 
 I heard Frezz shouting from down the stairs, asking me why I have n't finished making his Grengi yet. I ran down the stairs and into the kitchen before grabbing the plasma knife I was using to cook. I plunged the knife into Frezz's skinny neck, spilling yellow blood everywhere. I screamed with rage before pulling the knife out of his throat and stabbing him five times in the chest. 
 
 The Intergalactic Police arrived only a couple minutes. Word spread throughout the galaxy about a human slave who went insane and brutally murdered his wealthy master. My wife is being moved to a military ship to serve as a janitor. I'm being sent to a prison planet called Dengalia, where they will force me and the other prisoners on the ship with me to try and survive in a harsh desert climate. We'll probably die within the first couple weeks. I wish I'd stayed on Earth.
