[Growltigga]

2400.2

Growltigga the Great yawned and carefully put down the monthly reports he was reading. Growltigga longed for the days of when he was simply a humble commander of an assault battalion in the Unification Wars that led to the formation of the Growltigga Alliance. At least then his options were simple - advance toward the enemy, give them hell and rip them limb from limb - Growltigga missed the warm heat of an enemy's blood squirting across his muzzle after biting its throat out - he also missed the expressions in prisioner's faces when they saw their comrades being decapitated and the heads being stuffed up their rectums

"Still" Growltigga thought "being il duce and lord of the universe is pretty good". The new warship designs were rolling off the yards. The research faculy were coming up with some spiffing stuff. A Kentucky Fried Gryphin was opening up nearby and Growltigga had a hot date with a JLo lookalike. '"Actually' thought Growltigga, "Life is pretty good"