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“One day your hated with the birth of a god of spite. Someone so furious at the world, that they’ll end it on their own volition. Women, children, it won’t matter. Their carnage will be unstoppable. This is my final message I leave to you, my child. Promise me, if the world truly reaches this point of no return… inform the masses of their own undoing.” That was what my grandfather told me lying on his deathbed. Of course at the time I had no idea what he meant but I still kept it in my heart. I had no Idea, that I’d be on the run, facing multiple government organizations, trying to keep me quiet, nor that one day I’d witness this God of Spite purge the world. For now I’m still here simply spreading my grandfather's final words, warning people of their own hubris, unknowing of my own. The fall of man started on November 15th 2030, and to anyone reading this, and you still have time to change your ways, let this be a sign to start. These journals are your final warning, and a record of the fall of man.