The Galactic Bash Story Thread

[Growltigga]

Bloody bump to coin a damned colonial phrase

Come on guys,. the lack ofrole play and general silliness on this thread is appalling

Saxon? whee on earth are you? have you pulled or something?
Gryphin? your wretched thread so get cracking

Tesco and your chum, let be having more out of you you north mancunian reprobate you

Mephisto, surely germany's answer to Britney Spears has sometihing to say?

[Saxon]

Of course I have pulled, what do you think rabbits do with their spare time? Sigh, the truth is that best I have done so far is a blind date tonight and lunch tomorrow with the woman who took the elephant kissing photo.

Great One Buffy, ruler of all the Fluffy Bunnies, was contentedly chewing on a carrot. The carrot was developing a very sharp point and Buffy was developing a very evil grin. The map of the Empire was spread before Buffy and suddenly, the carrot was trust into a neighboring start system.

“There is were we shall prosper!” shouted Buffy. The servants jumped up and down clapping their tiny paws together; the Great One had spoken. The Species would be put on double shift, working 36 hours a day and the great migration would begin. Many would die gloriously in the factories, and even more from lack of sleep, but Buffy’s will would be followed.

Buffy picked up a sprig of parsley and began chewing on it. For days afterwards, the Great One could be heard muttering “I wonder what basil would taste like? I must find some. And perhaps some catnip.”

[Gryphin]

2380,
High Gryphin leaned back in his elevated perch. Made of Rock, carved to fit him perfectly. His eyes scanned the “Highs” seated before him. He read their poorly controlled body language. Something was about to fly.
The thought went through his conscious mine that, “It had better be good, or someone is going to be researching eye color of the blind aggit”
A light snap of his beak and the room went quite. Dispensing with ceremony he addressed the first High on the left.
“Hrrs, Report”
The High Researcher of the Solar System adjusted his feathers and responded in his best monotone voice. Despite his efforts, this body gave away the excitement. “High, We have confirmed there is life on the planet known as Gryphin II. We have reason to believe it is a highly advanced form though we have not confirmed this as of yet. Our ancient computers are now cross-indexing the Mythos of Our Origins, The Great Voyage, and the data from our scopes. It is possible that the Mythos was not a myth after all. We have initiated attempts to translate radio and optical data that is being transmitted directly at us from Gryphin II. We have also begun to transmit greeting from us using several mathematical variations. I believe the Chief of Quadrant Research as similar information on another star system…
“Hqr, Report”, cutting off Hrrs in mid click of a word
“High Gryphin, We have analyzed data coming from another planet n and other star system that is too close to the data from Gryphin II to be a coincidence. Working with Hrrs, we are comparing the data from each source and looking for patterns. We are not alone.” The body language of the Last statement sent shivers around the room.
To hide his own response, High Grphin clicked out, “Hrst Report”!
The High Researcher of Space Travel spoke less excitedly with a slight nervous edge. “The design of the colony ships is near complete. We are still having difficulty with the engines as we will have to be in space to test them. We have an exceptional Researcher working on a simulator but our computers are so out dated. Additional delays on the design of the ships are coming form the various Research Groups claiming we should mimize cost and risk by making the smallest ship possible. Others say, (in particular the Researcher of Population and Society say we must make them as big and fast as we can to relive the stress on our over populated world”.
“Rps, Report”
High Gryphin, Hrst is right, we are getting substantial resistance to building large fast colony ships from conservative parties”, There was no effort to conceal body language that exuded disdain for the Researcher of Safety. I firmly believe we must take our chances and move as many people off planet as possible. Sir the people are happy. They are reproducing like the proverbial Yiffiys from the “The Great Voyage”. We must do something.
High Gryphin’s body language, (bl), communicated, “Do not challenge this decision”! “Large cargo, slow ships”.

[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"

[mac5732]

His most Glorious, Magnificent, Highness, Twixle the 4th, stood on the research pad outside of the center looking at the new CTW-1 Crusier that was ready for testing.

What a magnificent site to behold, another organ to ply the ways of the Universe in the continuation of our Quest. His lead scientists had told him the new cruiser was outfitted with new revolutionary systems that far exceeded anything that had gone before.

The anticipation that Twixle the 4th had was so immense, a slight discolored liquid began oozzzing down his lower appendages, his body began to shiver, and as he watched the cruiser lift into the sky, Twixle started to think of his wives in a most appropoe manner, like usual when he saw one of his mighty ships of war rise up to fulfill the quest. He was already turning away, fantasizing of things that were non military in nature with a specific wife, the one with the very enlarged...Whaaaaammmmmm, a large explosion from above rippled downward, shaking the very ground upon which he stood, knocking everyone onto the ground, except Twixle the 4th, he was able to wrap his arms around a railing which was next to him. Everyone else was displaced in various poses along the reserch pad. His Highness, Twixle the 4th, looked up and saw that the mighty cruiser of which he was so proud, was apparently coming to ground in various and most numerous pieces.

Damn those lousy creatures in the labs. Another failed experiment. Now we will have to continue our expansion and quest with those small untidy outdated escorts. This is no way to begin our outward quest. Heads will roll, when I'm done with those ingrates they'll look like those small furry creatures that walk around the outback, the ones that look like they have whiskers and a orange pointed whatever protruding from their backsides. Still can't figure out how they hop around like that with those long whiskers and whatever that orange thing is. Its like a cross between two disgusting animals. All that research and resources wasted again, this can't continue, science must go foreward, he thought to himself as he walked slowly to his waiting grey long earred, 4 footed ride. There has to be a better way then this to get around he muttered to himself, as he picked up the long pole which had a string with a large orangish looking piece of food with green sprouts coming out the top. His Mightines Highness Twixle the 4th, straddled this grey colored creature, and while holding the pole and dangling the food in front of the creatures mouth rode off to his palace to begin another day of dreaming of what might be.

to be continued.

from the History of the Tka-Chik Empire

[Story Junkie]

Links!

Edit: spelling in sig.

[ 10 May 2002, 17:10: Message edited by: Story Junkie ]

[mac5732]

SJ, tks for including the thread into your links, that was very nice of you to do

just some ideas mac