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Region: Confederacy of Layem
And you are clouded by arrogance and foolish enough to believe that it is yours.
This is not 1942 nor are we the German army and you certainly are not the USSR.
There will be no invasion, only the systematic extermination of every single insignificant being on this planet which I will personally oversee. Your cold will not harm me, your weapons will not damage me, your words will not cause any deterrence.
We have been fighting for eons across each universe, leaving streaks of bloodshed, war, and death. Civilizations much greater then yours have stood against us, and like the rest, have fallen and crushed underfoot. You are but a mear stepping stone, and one I would not waste my time with. Keep this firmly planted in your mind, I don't even need to send troops to your system to completely destroy you and your entire Civilization.
So come, bring your cold and frost, your snowflakes and winter slush. It would be no concern. All you'd be is the bug on the windshield of something much greater. And we both know what happens when a bug hits the windshield of a moving car.
