text: You and Moreau have never had any dealings with each other before, so you're kind of curious to as why he wanted to see you. You approach Moreau and he's tripping over himself to thank you for seeing him. You're a little suspicious of this treatment, especially since you've never been welcomed by anyone before.
  
  "Wolf, its Wolf right? Or do you prefer Mr. Wolf?"
  "Wolf is fine... will you tell me why the hell you want to see me so badly for? We've never had anything to do with each other before."
  "Yes. Quite correct. My Vision didn't lead me to interact socially that much. Maybe I shouldn't have concentrated so much on my Vision though. Maybe I should've been more flexible. If I had, I might not have the problems I have now."
  "Okay, so will you quit with the fucking mystery already and tell me what's going on?"
  "As you know I transformed my island into a utopia where no being harms another."
  "Pfft, some Utopia. I call it fucking with nature."
  "And you know what? I agree with you. At one time, I would've dismissed you as a vicious animal that only pleased his primal instincts."
  "You say it as if it's a bad thing." You utter.
  "I once thought so... but now I'm starting to see reality for the first time. My Utopia wasn't followed by the world... it was hated. It was despised. Most are jealous of what I've done and want to destroy it."
  "Duh, that's humanity for you. So are you getting to the point anytime soon?"
  "My Utopia is about to be destroyed, but NOT directly. No human nation wants to look like the bad guys so you know what they've done instead? They're letting Martians do it for them!"
  "What? Martians aren't even allowed on this planet after all the unsuccessful attacks they've attempted on it." You exclaim.
  "See that's just it. In exchange of a new Martian-Earthling Peace accord they're letting the Martians put a colony here provided they don't kill any humans. The Martians agreed and MY Island was scheduled for designation for the colony! If we stay they'll be allowed to kill everyone since nobody on there is human except me."
  "Well that certainly does suck, but why not just move?"
  "WHAT!? That's our home! Would YOU move from your own home?"
  "Eh... I suppose I can see your point. So what am I supposed to do though?"
  
  Moreau takes another drink and looks at you with dead seriousness.
  
  "I need you to get them all to FIGHT! I need you to get them all in touch with their animal instincts again! I know you're more than just a werewolf. You're the self-proclaimed Alpha. I need that viciousness, I need that aggressiveness, I need it ingrained into my people. I can't do it. I'm not qualified, and I'd only make things worse. I can pay you all the money you want; our economy has always been good. If you like you could even live on the island and spend your remaining years there with nothing to worry about. You could mate with whoever you wanted, we could import whatever meat you wanted, or if you preferred... we could even make special arrangements just for you, to hunt living creatures. Anything... just please help us."
  
  This is pretty heavy shit. Moreau must be very desperate to come begging to a practical stranger. There's no way he's lying about this, you have heard some stuff lately about Martian-Human relations, though you don't really pay attention to the news a lot. You can't say Moreau's offer isn't appealing on some level, but as much of a badass you are, you're not in your prime anymore. Taking on a shit load of Martians and training a bunch of genetic freaks of nature could be just a little out of your scope.
  > memories (Martians)
  The Invaders: Martians
  
  Martians much like Human comes in many shapes, sizes and colors. They are a technologically advanced race which is amazing considering how stupid they actually are. It makes you wonder if natural selection even occurred on the dismal red planet.
  
  The first Martian invasion was impressive since humans weren't prepared for it. Unfortunately for all their advanced weaponry their medical science was probably in the fucking toilet... literally. They have to be the only galactic race of "conquerors" that lost a war because of dysentery. All the "War Machines" in the world couldn't protect them from all the air born germs that infest humanity (They really are filthy when you think about it). You'd think that they'd take this information and try to combat it with... uh you know inventing fucking vaccinations and penicillin. But did they do that? Nope. They tried to invade again this time they figured if they never got out of their machines at all they'd be safe. Unfortunately in order to invade a planet you HAVE to have ground troops to do it. So while they blasted the shit out of the Earth again they couldn't properly conquer it. So these geniuses spent the rest of the time arguing about what they should do until all their flying saucers ran out of fucking fuel and started falling out of the sky, crashing into shit.
  
  At this point you'd think they'd just give up, but they didn't. The next failed mission involved them stealing human women to breed with them. They figured two things:
  
  One was that they could replenish all their soldiers again that they'd lost in the last two invasions. The second idea was they figured they could create a hybrid that was more resilient to human germs.
  
  The plan was doomed to failure in its typical Martian idiocy and this was a particularly spectacular one that nearly wiped them out permanently as well as effectively destroying them as a potential threat.
  
  First of all the Martians had to get OUT of their machines in order to kidnap these women. Sure they finally developed protective suits at this point, but they were made of a thin and easily ripped material. Many Martians died attempting to steal away feisty housewives. Second of all they would've had to steal a lot more housewives than they did in order to replenish their severely depleted military (And male population in general) to say nothing of the fact they had to put up with the human women for at least 9 LONG months before they got a return on their "investment". The third problem was for some reason it didn't occur to them that the germs would still be ON these human women! Many Martians died after mating with these kidnapped housewives, not to mention an "Earth" plague hit the entire planet now. More dead Martians and lots of them. The kicker of all this, was most of the "hybrid" Martians that grew up tended to be very interested in their human heritage and would go back to Earth. (With their moms of course)
  
  The only good thing that occurred was the survivors were now finally resistant to human germs. Little good it did now since half the planet died, and was in no position to invade anyone. (Luckily for them, humans were too busy fighting each other, or they would've surely been defeated had humans invaded Mars).
  
  The Martians tried a few more stupid invasions later, but they never were really serious and by that time humanity had caught up to them technologically. (Thanks to salvaging the technology from all those immobilized war machines and flying saucers that fell out of the sky) Nowadays Martians are considered the intergalactic equivalent of rude hillbilly neighbors with lots of guns.
  
  They bring a whole new meaning to term "REDneck".