The vanguard of an infinitely evil race, the only known galactic harbinger of doom in this humble sector of 10 million square parsecs of space, the Galacium armada is a force to be dreadfully reckoned with.  Wherever the Galacium armada blesses its inauspicious arrival, indigenous gods and creatures will cry, will wail begging for mercy, yet the ground will still shatter and disintegrate under their feet by the devastating power of the armada's inexhaustible orbital bombardment cannons.  As we speak, the armada is rallying in earth's low orbit, some bleak souls speculate that earth is just a passing point serving as a gravitational slingshot to the next target, because they wouldn't be needing that much galactic firepower to grace upon earth its utter destruction; others say that the gigantic impetus that is gradually building up now in earth's orbit can only mean one thing: they are here to stay—who the heck knows!