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Prompt: Generate a dark short story describing the completion of the game Factorio from the native creatures perspective
In the vast, untouched wilderness of a distant planet, the native creatures lived in harmony with nature. They thrived within the intricate balance of their ecosystem, their lives woven into the fabric of their world. They communicated through a language of scents, vibrations, and bioluminescent flashes, forming an interconnected web of life.
One fateful day, a ship crashed into the planet's surface, shattering the once-peaceful landscape. From the wreckage emerged an alien being, whose sole purpose was to consume resources and reshape the planet according to its own design. The native creatures watched with trepidation as the alien began to build complex machines that tore into the earth, poisoning the air and water with their insatiable hunger.
The alien's progress was relentless, its constructions expanding outwards like a malignant growth, consuming everything in their path. The native creatures soon found their homes and habitats razed, replaced by a sprawling network of factories and conveyor belts that bore no resemblance to the world they once knew. The alien's creations emitted noxious fumes and deafening noise, disrupting the delicate balance of the creatures' lives.
As the alien's factories multiplied, the creatures banded together, forming a united front against this new, terrifying threat. They launched desperate assaults on the alien's fortifications, their instincts driving them to protect their world at all costs. But the alien's defenses were formidable, and the creatures' attacks were met with devastating consequences.
Despite the odds, the native creatures persevered, driven by a primal urge to reclaim their home. They watched in horror as the alien's ultimate creation took shape: a gargantuan rocket, designed to pierce the heavens and lay waste to their planet. In their hearts, the creatures knew that the completion of this monstrous project would signal the end of their world.
In a final, desperate attempt to halt the alien's progress, the creatures marshaled their remaining forces for one last assault on the heart of the alien's operation. They charged forth with a fury unmatched, but the alien's defenses were too strong. One by one, the creatures fell, their bioluminescent lights snuffed out like dying stars.
As the alien completed its dark task and the rocket ascended into the sky, the planet trembled beneath the weight of its destruction. The creatures that remained stood in the shadows of the alien's creations, gazing up at the sky with a sense of foreboding. The once-lush world had been transformed into a barren wasteland, an industrial hellscape devoid of life and hope.
