#39th post

Final close ups of every drawing!

Kunikida Doppo (Pov: Reading your own book because you are bored.)

2. Yumeno Kyuusaku and Edogawa Ranpo (Pov: Getting drunk with the homies.)

3. Nakahara Chuuya (Pov: You are a taint and you just hurt his idols. @poems-and-wine How does it feel to be the only person who has a blog and is in this art poll?)

4. Dan Kazou (Pov: Look at my bestie! He is cute as a plushie!)

5. Arthur Rimbaud (Pov: He is forming his first thought.)

         There was no system of castes so even when we were able to kill one of their leaders another simply took its place. Reproducing did not kill them, in fact a single native could mate hundreds of times in there life, again often as recreation and could produce anywhere form 1 to 8 offspring in a single year. They created special weapons when their own natural defensives were not enough for long or short distances. When we were driven underground we attempted to fill the tunnels with toxic gas, only to find that they use it to breath.

         We could not out think them. We could not out fight them. We could not even outlast them. The Natives had developed such long lifespans that there greatest weakness were there own bodies deteriorating on them. But even that took years upon years to achieve.

         I am certain that I am the last one of my kind alive on the planet. I can hear them now, those savages. And so I write this final entry as a warning to any and all that may come to this planet.

         Do Not Come To Earth.