"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to me, happy birthday dear Chris, happy birthday to you" Chris sang into the camera, accompanied with a half-hearted self-clap. "You've turned old, you old fart." he smiled into the camera. "I, on the other hand, look dashing though." he said, appreciating his twenty-eight-year-old reflection in the camera lens.

"Sixty years old. Who would've thought that day would come?" He shook his head. "What a journey it has been..." A familiar silence fell in the room. Chris just looked at the camera, his eyes watering. "Over thirty years in solitude. You never really know how much you're going to miss human contact until you no longer have it." He wipes the fluid out of his eyes.

"Yeah... .well, to get on topic, the six missiles have been completed. I now have to finish my own rocket to accompany them into space. I can remotely control them, but for the last part of my plan I have to be up there myself. I'm not exactly sure how that's going to work, but I'll have the time to prepare myself for it... after that... uhh.."

He rubbed his hands together as he tried to regain his train of thought. "Anyway, the missiles have been completed. The explosives are roughly half way there. At the current rate that will be roughly two more years of crafting and traveling to bring over supplies. Driving a truck is pretty easy with mostly empty roads and no other traffic to deal with, so the shipments have become bigger over the last couple of years. Then I need to do some tests, some finishing touches. It's the moment after the explosives activate where I'm lost. I need to do something with the rubble. No matter how tiny the pieces would get, no matter if I nuked them to grains of sand, they'd still fall down towards the earth and cause massive havoc. And I've not yet figured out how to deal with that. That's the problem I've haven't come a step closer to yet in terms of finding a solution. But as I've said so many times now, yeah, ignore that" he chuckled quickly, "I'll figure something out. I don't think I have another choice. I mean, I could craft like an entire spaceship and somehow transport the rubble and dump it somewhere else in space, but it's always going to have consequences. I need to find a proper solution. First things first though. The upcoming months aren't going to be exciting, so you won't see me for a while. Signing out, peace" he said, as he pressed the button. He sighed, as he did after every recording, and stood up. There was a long day ahead.