Re: Challenge Match
"Here is your new Rubic's Cube, your Worthiness." Morsel, the timid Imperial Shopper bowed extra low. Word had pierced the empire that the Black Hole Alliance had been suffering setbacks in its war against the Olden Ones. He proffered the cube gingerly.
Ithis whirled around at the intrusion.
"Drop it where you stand!" He commanded.
Morsel did so and slynked out of the room.
Lord Ithis allowed his attention to be diverted from the grav-mon with the latest expansion reports. Calmly, he strode toward the venomous cube and stared at it. Then, overcome with a nanosecond of anger, stomped the square into little bits.
Ithis paused for a moment to try and gather his wits. To control his anger. Reached down with his hand and scratched his deleted. For some strange reason, scratching always seemed to help.
It was then, immediately following the Imperial Scratching that he saw. He dropped to his knees before the scattered bits of the Rubic's cube and saw the galaxy. Different colors. Distances. He had an epiphony!
Springing to his feet, Lord Ithis screamed to Ithion, the war 'puter, "Get me my commanders onlne! I now know what must be done!"
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ALLIANCE, n. In international politics, the union of two thieves who have their hands so deeply inserted in each other's pocket that they cannot separately plunder a third. (Ambrose Bierce)
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