"25 October 2012: Last night was possibly the worst sleep I have had in years. After escaping the destruction of the motorway by that giant worm thing, I was forced to find shelter. With most of the surrounding neighbourhoods evacuated this was not a difficult task, though I was forced to break in to the little cottage I discovered on the edge of the woods.
I don't know whether it was fear of discovery, or the possibility the aliens might track me down and destroy me, but I couldn't sleep. What few moments of oblivion I caught, were fever dreams of red lightning and blood red spikes growing from smooth alabaster skin.
At dawn I made an entry in my diary, I wanted to keep the night before's recollections fresh. The fridge was well stocked, the family must have taken only the canned and boxed items from the larder when they fled. I ate a simple meal of cheese and ham while I listened to the radio.
The news was mostly of the attack on the Leith water treatment works. Thankfully victory had gone to the CyberAgents. The white monster and its destroyers had vanished shortly after the battle. The clean-up left to the military, who were quickly moving in to secure the area before looters ransacked the debris.
Feeling guilty for breaking in and stealing some random family's food, I left a large wad of notes from my wallet and a note in the fridge, tried to secure the windows and front door as best I could and made my way home.
It was early afternoon by the time I made it back to my car. The little blue mini had survived the battle, but was blockaded by parked vehicles all around it. The army redirected me back along the hard shoulder, so I decided to walk home and retrieve it later.
Once home I was relieved to find everything locked up and secure. Another pang of guilt gripped me as I locked the front door.
The TV was still on, which seemed strange, and for one horrible moment I thought someone else was in the house.
The news was showing a second battle between the CyberAgents, and another alien creation. This one was more like a huge spider, and was facing 4 CyberAgents. I noted a blue, white, red and yellow clad figure, now clashing swords with the spider-thing's blade like limbs.
The ticker beneath the images claimed the events were live at the Stokebridge nuclear power facility. I began to offer silent entities to the saints for the combatants not to destroy the plant and doom the local community there."
Extract from the diary of Niles Morris.
The more observant out there will have noticed that I'm also including some prose with these creations. A short story written as diary entries. The "Parts" need to be read in order to make sense. Here is what I've written so far...
Quoting David Roberts
A very evil looking insectoid creature and you've achieved this without the stereotypical black and grey colours. It reminds me of a mantis or a stick insect.
Yeah, the colour palette for (these) aliens is going to be mostly white and red. I've a few more ideas, but I may give it a break for a week or two, I tend to get bored quickly when it comes to this kind of stuff.