You made it to sunrise. One night down, only the rest of forever to go.

Five nights survived. You're getting alarmingly good at this.

Ten nights. Sleep is for people who still have a species to protect them.

Fifty nights. What even was a full night's sleep?

One hundred nights. The aliens are starting to take this personally.

A thousand nights alone against the dark. Respect.

Ten thousand nights. At this point the apocalypse works around your schedule.

One alien down. Be honest, that felt good.

Ten aliens handled. Consider it spring cleaning.

Wow, you really killed a lot of aliens.

A thousand down. Who needs the rest of humanity?

Ten thousand aliens gone, and yet, the shadow they cast on the wall remained.

A hundred thousand kills. New top of the food chain: you.

One million aliens erased. They picked the wrong planet.

You shattered the Heart and freed humanity. First time's the charm.

Twice liberated. The aliens really don't take a hint.

Three fortresses down. This is basically a hobby now.

Five fortresses fallen. Freedom, on repeat.

Ten Hearts broken. The purple's looking a little pale.

Twenty-five fortresses. You're the aliens' bedtime story now.

Fifty fortresses undone. The megacity whispers your name.

Seventy-five fortresses. Immunity was only the beginning.

One hundred fortresses. Wow, you really like this game :D

You placed your first building. A base is born.

Workshop's up. Time to make things that make things.

A shelter stands. Even the last human needs a roof.

A defence tower rises. Let them come.

You built a house. Cozy, all things considered.

Research lab online. Knowledge is the sharpest weapon you've got.

The factory's foundation is set. Big plans, bigger machines.

The factory hits 100%. Mass production, engaged.

Your first breakthrough. The lightbulb still works!

You hitched a ride on a raven. Who needs a jetpack?