We lost the others. Both the remaining hunters. I'm the last alive. We are facing earthlings corrupted by hate, thinking we meant to kill them, and aliens, shadowy bastards. Dress like me, but in a green cloak. Oh, they cut my right arm off, too. Thank god I shoot with my left... Anyways. Bombs still there. Got the detonator on me, just say the word boss. Also, the planet is devastated by drought, and pollution.