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ooc: future-tech

ooc: brief history of the race of oxi-psych: spacefaring after destroying theyre own planet in a world war, this brutal race has a history of moving into a solar system and quickly causing hell for every sentient race in the area.

Physical apearance: Tall, humanoid, Dark skin, varying from light-grey to a blue-black, about 5 feet tall average, has the same features as humans, but does not use voice to express anything, it is punishable by death or exile to utter spoken language. They do not eat, their energy is derived from Solar-waves that hit the planet, major weakness: entire moon goes into instant hibernation whenever it is behind saturn, otherwise they do not tire.

Adressing all countrysof planet earth, and surrounding planets,



Communicating from the saturn-moon, Domixia , of the confederacy of Omega-Psych; Our machine-constructed moon orbiting saturn is now completed, and are making our first transmission:



General Scilik Bloodpact, head of war and inter-planetary communications:
Addressing any planets with sentient life, we are a peaceful nation, who live under making our people happy and comfortable, please encourage your people to move to our new moon, and they will be gifted a job and a home, and a stock of "food" depending on race. please consider this invitation and send your peoples here to help colinate.

Regards,
~General Scilik Blooapct

PS- VERY SORRY FOR ALL DELETED MESSAGES! THEY ARE THIS MESSAGE
ANYONE WHO KNOWS ME KNOWS I DIDNT DO THIS ON PURPOSE!


Mr. Wiggles II Hears Of Mr. No Talkerz


Jiggling with sadness for the poor aliens that cant speak or else they die, he sent a message to the nice alien faces of omega-psych.

speaking very slowly so that the nice aliens would understand he sent them a nice friendly message:

Heellloooo Allliieeennnsss,

i hope you understand me, i dont wanna talk slow, so im sorry if you cant understand. i would glady send 50,000 of my funny people to your place. 'i dont like them anyways, they arent fat enough for me'.

i only have 5 makeshift rockets each holds 10,000 people.

Martigras- 10,000 women
Obesity- 10,000 men
big face smelly pants- 10,000 boy kids
one eye- 10,000 girl kids
Wigglesmo- 10,000 kids (mr. wiggles II is not sure if they are boy or girl)

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i hope my people are nice to you, hopefully they do not stink to much

along with the spaceship obesity i am mailing you some frozen walrus testicles. i dont know if youeat them, but you may want to keep them. they are very- very tasty.

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and i will send you some toe jam and belly button goo too, itll be funny :)

thank you for your time,
(ps, i dont know how many mr. wiggles II clones are alive right now)
Mr. Wiggles II

Omega-Psych thanks you for your shipment of lab rats, and urges you to consistently send us sentient organisms, requirements: they must feel and express pain, be consious, and mostly disease-free.

if you agree to sign this trade agreement, i will personally be sending you copys and examples of all new technology/weaponry we develop using your weak race as guinea pigs.

Thanking you deeply,
General Scilik Bloodpact

Vessels land on omega-Psych, and a welcoming party aproaches them.

Head of research, darg grimtounge: welcome ex-citizens, to Omega-Psych.

3 gaurds quickly make their way towards the open ships, intending to sap them and carry them to the labs.

somone besides Mr. Wiggles II talk on one of my posts WTF!?

After a quik sap to the head Jeremy Fisher fell to the ground but didnt quite get knocked out. He looked up at the creepy aliens who just hit him on the head. he did the vulcan hand thing \\//

Across the ladning area one of the women named Tinstel Toes gasped for breath on the strange planet, fell over and died.. oooh


But her sister, jenny bell looked down and her, and laughed, "dude! it oxugen!"

Then she saw the nice aliens waaaaay far away and said, "oooooooh"

Jeremy fisher, then noticed some thick object coming towards his head again..

Mr. Wiggles II replies with jiggling goodness

hearing the noise coming from the radio ( or whatever he heard the aliens talk from) he smiled

"i will sned more people to your nice planet, but for now i am low, so i will sendd walrus'"

on the spaceship Loonbug there sat 5000 fat walrus' smileing they ate there lobster and tiger meat.

then one began to talk

"uuurrrmm, Guuurrk"

then his buddy replied

"Uuuragh! Meow..."

Scilik replies with stern intentions

it is not "radio" my under-schooled friend, and what you "heard" was not spoken word, it has been simulated to voice to fit your.... Needs.. we do not speak with our mouths, we speak with our minds. something you could not understand, but we deeply thank you for the humans. and what is this walrus your sending us? are they sentient? they do not seem to be the intelligent type at all, but then, neither are you humans.

Regards,
General Scilik Bloodpact

--TAG-- for FT ViZion to eye your planet with greed sometime this weekend...

Scilik replys with stern intent

are you planning to start trade? or is this what should be considered a threat? be warned, an Oxi-Psych does not back down from war. if you agree to a trade contract, you will recieve a prototype of the new weapon, once finished.

On the new weapon, currently under research:
The Massive Atom Dematerialization missile is a pod fired from a space station, or planet as a defense. as such a powerful weapon, it takes much power to use, and therefore cannot be used on a ship, or in infantry. when fired at attacking ships, it will quickly dematerialize the ship, and the people inside will be left to suffer the seven winds.

if you are interested in this, send slaves and test organisms and you will be included int he project.

OOC: I'll probably post tomorrow, and Doug's gonna be around hangin out w/ me tomorrow I believe at a family thing, but it wont be at my house...

Also, you might get to meet a few of ViZions FT allies... :) or in your case, since they tend to be greedy, you'd probably look like this: :(

-Tag as per Vi's request, gotta flex them mighty muscles eventualy.