Resistance is futile; all of your pathetic armies have fallen before me. You've gathered together the last remnants of your military at a local farmstead. Humanities last stand. Do you really think that you have a chance? That you can possibly stand against me? I am all consuming. I will destroy or devour everything in my path. Look at the wake of destruction left behind me. There is no hope. You will succumb to my infinite size and power.