Posted 29 April 2013 - 03:27 PM
Rain, lightning and bears fall from the sky. Thunder crackles and everyone huddles beneath meagre shelter.
With a tumultuous roar, the clouds part in a small circle of the sky. Through the gap, all can see what looks like a single bright star glowing in the night.
The star grows brighter.
And brighter...
And brighter...
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There is a satellite. IN SPACE.
On this satellite, there is software that is running. It is called "PRogram thAt Zaps Extra-terrestrial Colony ships." The satellite was officially designated as UNJLQ-117, but the Texan engineers who operated the satellite for years from an underground bunker simply called it "Good Ol' UFO Lazerthingy"
The satellite was decommissioned decades ago. The batteries should have run out years ago.
They did not.
As software engineers do, the operations team soon grew bored of their job and hacked into the satellite, then began installing games like pong on it. Then they started adding new features to the source code. Over the years, the team shrunk and shrunk, until only one engineer remained. In his last week, he taught the satellite to play mafia with him.
When he was laid off, the satellite grew lonely. And the mafia addiction grew. So, it found new players to play mafia with.
But it also hated losing.
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On the plains below, the on-lookers realized far too late that this was no star. For a microsecond, they witnessed the power of this fully operational battle satellite.
In the next microsecond, the orbital death rays killed them all.
Prazec Goul (D'rek) is dead. He was the mod puppet, Spysat117, a Goodkinder and Big Ben.
It is Dusk 22. Everyone has died.
Only someone with this much power could make this many frittatas without breaking any eggs.