We are the Xxathaxians, a mighty race of beings who have conquered half of the Milky Way Galaxy. We lay waste to pathetic alien civilizations in a matter of hours with our superior military technology! We are advanced beyond any being, sentient or not, that we have ever encountered! We are power-hungry and relentlessly driven to acquire natural resources to fuel our conquest. Now we turn our sights on this pristine, water-filled planet known as "Earth". We send a scouting team on an reconaissance mission to the surface. However, we soon run into a problem.
These beings are massive! These pink, oily things known as "humans" are much, much larger than any life form that we have ever encountered! A full -scale invasion would be suicide, since it appears that these beings would have no trouble swatting us out of the sky with only their arms! So we retreat, and plan for several months. Until we come up with a plan...
We have discovered that the humans rely on this communication system known as the "Internet". It appears that if we were to destroy the "Internet", we would disrupt a major communication system that is vital to human military planning. We have found a human who is employed under the "Microsoft" corporation that has high-security access to the "Internet".
While this human is sleeping, we sent in a covert operations unit to implant the sentience of one of our own beings into the brain of the human. By doing this, we are able to control this human's bodily functions, from his motor skills to his ability to communicate. Hopefully, we can use him as a vessel into a high-security "Internet" terminal, where we can upload a deadly computer virus onto the "Internet". Once unleashed, this virus will destroy the "Internet", sending the human civilization into complete chaos! We can only hope that our transplanted alien sentience, that we have dubbed "Scout", is able to operate the human correctly. He may need some guidance.
Scout to base. I've established visual contact. I hear an obnoxious beeping noise. What do I do?
purity control posted:
Consume the offending object!
With a tasty condiment sauce and light seasoning.
Object consumed. Noise has ceased. Reporting tingling sensation inside oral cavity. Awaiting further orders.
We're not going to solve gun massacres with bad manners, people.
The guns are gone. Now what happens to all those paper targets? Don't tell me you forgot about the paper targets. The ones hanging from little clips on fancy clotheslines at shooting ranges. With no guns to destroy these legions of paper bastards, they go unchecked.
A sign proclaiming "BACTA: DA FUTURE" marks the town's medical clinic
1998: I upload dave.pcx, and change the course of history
Set goals for yourself, and fulfill them. Absurd! Only in video games!
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