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All dominant species in the galaxy has something that sets them apart. From healing broken bones and severed flesh, losing 2/8 of our blood, to being infected by literally billions of parasites, Humans have the gift of simply refusing to die. It freaks the heebie-jeebies out of everyone else.

Humans. Nobody could understand us. Nobody could bear the thought of waging war with us. Nothing in the universe wanted to touch us.

Whenever something did, we always fought back. We bled. We hurt. We were wounded. But we didn’t die. We’d stand our ground and hold the line and refuse to let anything push us from our home.

During one invasion of a species too dumb to understand we weren’t to be messed with, I was a simple soldier told to hold a city in England with a few other soldiers. “At any cost.” were our orders. Almost none of us had any real combat training-we only knew how to shoot a gun. We knew we’d have to kill, and the thought made us sick to our stomachs. We were also terrified out of our minds.

But none of us backed out. These aliens dared to come to *our* planet and kill *our* people? *Our* friends? We weren’t about to let that slide. When we saw the hovering transport ships on the horizon, we cocked our guns and took our positions.

I don’t remember much of the battle, being honest. We didn’t have advanced technology, we didn’t have lasers, we didn’t have anything the aliens had. But we did have our mission: Hold the fucking line. We dug into our holes and dared them to come and get us. They obliged. There was a lot of bullets and lasers and screaming.

I found myself in a hand to hand battle with one of the aliens at one point. As we locked hands and stared into each other’s faces, he (or she) growled at me: “Why won’t you die?!” and I just smirked and hissed back “Because we don’t want to.”

After holding back the tide for what felt like days, we began to slowly start pushing back. After one of our sharpshooters bullseyed one of their field commanders, the battle was pretty much over. The aliens ran away and we neglected to shoot them. They were defeated. They had us outnumbered and outgunned, and we’d won.

Humans don’t just refuse to die. If we get knocked down, we’ll get back up. If we take a hit, we’ll hit back. Even if we’re outmatched, we won’t lay down our guns and put our hands on our heads. We’re fighters by nature. When we haven’t got anyone else to fight, we’ll just fight each other. When we run out of bullets we’ll use our knives. When our knives turn blunt, we’ll use our hands. When our hands are bloody and broken, we’ll still use them.

The truth is that we are the most self destructive species in the universe, and that is why we can’t die.