Ghargonia
01-04-2005, 11:00
A huge, reptilian alien stepped up to a podium, overlooking a tiny fraction of the vast, planet-wide city of Ghargonia Prime. Traditionally, Ghargonians wore little other than something around the waist, with most of their scaly green skin exposed. This Ghargonian, though, wore a simple white wrap-around robe, with 'Peace is teh r0x0rs!' written on the back in pink.
"Brothers and sisters," the Ghargonian spoke, revealing his deadly sharp teeth. "I am, like, your Ghargon, Gorbgan IV. Today, I am totally pleased to usher in, like, this whole new era in Ghargonian history. No more will we compete to see who is strongest! No more will we destroy the weak! No more will we promote violence! I now realise, as should most of you, that every living being is, like, a precious entity that should be protected at all costs. Now, turn and hug your neighbour; share the love that is within your hearts, dudes!"
The crowd of Ghargonians looked around, and then at each other, confused.
"I SAID HUG YOUR NEIGHBOUR!!!" Gorbgan snapped. Several armour-clad troops stepped into view, aiming their large plasma rifles into the crowd menacingly. "Pretty please?"
They all shrugged. One by one, they hesitatingly turned and hugged their neighbour, patting each other on the back.
"Now, I have discovered something totally ace, dudes," the Ghargon said, bending down behind the podium. He came back up with something which appeared to be a cigarette. "It's made from ground-up jentoka roots, and it gives you, like, this high. It's totally cool, so I've asked the Gerash to pass some around for you."
One side door opened, and some even larger reptiles came out. Gerash were violent, stupid creatures, usually used as soldiers. Now, they wore pink dresses with flowers glued to their heads. They looked unbelievably miserable.
They proceeded to hand out joints to everyone in the crowd.
Once everyone had a joint, one Gerash grabbed a flamethrower and fired it down each line of the crowd, lighting them up all at once.
Most Ghargonians bit the end off their joint by accident, while the rest kept taking drags off the peculiar objects then eyeing them. Five minutes later, they were all lounging around on the metal floor, hugging each other and talking about various concepts from 'free love' to 'intergalactic peace'.
"I told you they were cool," Gorbgan said, nodding uncontrollably. "I've got flowers to arrange now, dudes. Peace out!" The large reptile waved merrily and walked off. Some of the armed guards toppled over backwards, smoke coming from inside their armoured helmets.
"Brothers and sisters," the Ghargonian spoke, revealing his deadly sharp teeth. "I am, like, your Ghargon, Gorbgan IV. Today, I am totally pleased to usher in, like, this whole new era in Ghargonian history. No more will we compete to see who is strongest! No more will we destroy the weak! No more will we promote violence! I now realise, as should most of you, that every living being is, like, a precious entity that should be protected at all costs. Now, turn and hug your neighbour; share the love that is within your hearts, dudes!"
The crowd of Ghargonians looked around, and then at each other, confused.
"I SAID HUG YOUR NEIGHBOUR!!!" Gorbgan snapped. Several armour-clad troops stepped into view, aiming their large plasma rifles into the crowd menacingly. "Pretty please?"
They all shrugged. One by one, they hesitatingly turned and hugged their neighbour, patting each other on the back.
"Now, I have discovered something totally ace, dudes," the Ghargon said, bending down behind the podium. He came back up with something which appeared to be a cigarette. "It's made from ground-up jentoka roots, and it gives you, like, this high. It's totally cool, so I've asked the Gerash to pass some around for you."
One side door opened, and some even larger reptiles came out. Gerash were violent, stupid creatures, usually used as soldiers. Now, they wore pink dresses with flowers glued to their heads. They looked unbelievably miserable.
They proceeded to hand out joints to everyone in the crowd.
Once everyone had a joint, one Gerash grabbed a flamethrower and fired it down each line of the crowd, lighting them up all at once.
Most Ghargonians bit the end off their joint by accident, while the rest kept taking drags off the peculiar objects then eyeing them. Five minutes later, they were all lounging around on the metal floor, hugging each other and talking about various concepts from 'free love' to 'intergalactic peace'.
"I told you they were cool," Gorbgan said, nodding uncontrollably. "I've got flowers to arrange now, dudes. Peace out!" The large reptile waved merrily and walked off. Some of the armed guards toppled over backwards, smoke coming from inside their armoured helmets.