We don’t know where it came from, or how it got here.
One minute it wasn’t there, and the next it was. A shadow fell over our village, blocking te sun entirely. We looked up, and froze in awe.There it stood, completely motionless. A low grinding could be heard, the giveaway of its mechanical nature. We sent out teams to perform reconnaissance on the structure. No signs of life were found in, on, or around it, safe for the massive boiler which burned day and night without cease.So we moved in.Huts were built on its back and between its toes, even in its unimaginably large maw. We grew used to the grinding, it become a harsh melody that sung us to sleep each night and brought about a beautiful dawn.Soon, we began to hear stories, of monsters attacking major settlements the world over. We merely laughed, safe in our fortress of metal and fire.Then it roared, a horrible screech of steel and eldritch terror.And then it moved.Thousands were lost that day, thousands more wounded and maimed. The Machine took its first tentative steps, crushing our former village, and those unfortunate enough to live around its clawed feet. Those in its mouth were swallowed, alive and screaming, fed into the unstoppable boiler. The ones who escaped into its body attempted to douse the flames, but found themselves burnt by the steam that was the product of their feeble attempts.The Machine had turned against us, and joined the legion of beasts that threaten our species and our home.We don’t know where it came from, or how it got here.But I know bloody well where it’s going.