My hair stood on end, a shiver raced down
- My hair stood on end, a shiver raced down my spine and a lump came to my throat. It was him. The mystery figure that haunted my inexplicable dreams every night. Why'd he choose me?
- His hood never lowered, but I knew he was looking at me. He raised his arm and pointed on long, pale finger in my direction. Another violent shudder coursed through my body.
- Then the mongol nation came down from the skies in a ball of fire and glory.
- Blinding, their prowess had finally bestowed itself unto the world. Begging for forgiveness the our newfound gods, Jonathan fell to his knees
- He cried unto them. "Mercy!!!" He wished only for them to leave him in peace. He knew, however, that this was impossible.
- "Mercy?" the creatures sneered, baring yellow-stained teeth, "After you called us foul, degenerate aliens? I think not!" The human cowered, his whimpers morphing into ugly sobs.
- "You just don't understand Earth colloquialisms," sniffed the human, "here, it is a great honor to be called foul, degenerate aliens." The aliens scratched their giznods and
- shook hands with the human w.o. washing them first. "& where we come from, it's a great honor to get someone else's BM all over your hand." The human tried to slap the aliens, but
- The martian patriarch said, "this is not allowed because you are our slave now. Use the holy water instead." There was a whole urn of it on the mantle and it was difficult to not
- associate holy water with my upbringing, so I sanctified the potatos. Soon they sprouted and the greening of Mars began anew and I led a slave uprising as the martian messias.
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- 2017-08-21 10:48:27
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- 2017-08-22 07:10:57
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