Chicken Invaders 4 1.20

I vividly recall the day of the invasion, etched deeply in my memory. The recollections still evoke a burning sensation, akin to the fiery heat of mouth-watering spicy chicken wings.

Without warning, they descended upon us, emitting menacing squawks, casting their ruffled feathers like a foreboding shadow upon the sun. These extraterrestrial chickens had come, driven by a desire to exact retribution on humanity for our exploitation of their terrestrial brethren.

An unwavering resolve instantly coursed through me. I abandoned my half-consumed chicken burger and promptly catapulted myself into the cockpit of my craft. With a greasy finger, I set my lasers to an "extra crispy" setting and soared into the heavens, poised to intercept the avian intruders.

The battle was no simple feat. Discordant squawks filled the air, feathers were sent asunder, and the aroma of charred poultry engulfed the surroundings. They attempted to invade thrice, each time with increasingly cunning strategies. Yet, on each occasion, I managed to repel them, forcing them to retreat from whence they came. Our victory granted humanity a respite, solidifying our dominion as the planet's predominant species for a few more years.

Following their final retreat, I made my way to my local Space Burger, yearning to revel in the afterglow of my recent triumph. As I sat down and exhaled a sigh of relief, I relished in the indulgence of a double chicken burger accompanied by an indulgent side of crispy chicken wings.

Little did I know that an even grander adventure awaited me on the horizon...