Phryxia: Last Stand ep 11The creature using the name of General Petrone was a Houndmaster. It had snuck into the Imperium with its brother over one hundred years earlier. While its brother had chosen the daring path of assimilating and spreading, it had satisfied itself with a single body and carefully distanced itself. Two years later the wisdom of its choice was apparent. It still lived, while its brother had been completely eradicated, along with forty worlds that could have been brought into the Mothermind. Petrone had endured an entire century away from the Mothermind, an astonishing feat for a Houndmaster.Phryxia: Last Stand ep 11
Phryxia: Last Stand ep10More equations were transmitted to the projector. This time graphs and video presentations were included. Eventually one of the shocked generals opened his mouth. “For the sake of argument, assume I trust these programs. What am I seeing?” “You are seeing a representation of the event described by my final modified Blue Man Equations. This rippling spherical shell is expanding from the event at the speed of light. The shell denotes the boundary where the new physical laws supersede the old ones. Among other changes, the gravitational constaPhryxia: Last Stand ep10
Phryxia: Last Stand ep9Marcus was so busy marveling that Artorius hadn’t called her by her full name that he almost missed her immediate response. He was sure the humans, even with their augmentation systems, had missed it. She had smiled for the briefest instant. Her mouth hadn’t moved, but muscles around the eyes had relaxed for a matter of milliseconds. And there was the slightest change in respiratory patterns. Marcus guessed if could touch her skin his sensors would read a change in conductance. Of course the councilman had been an old man even during the time of the original Vetch.&nbPhryxia: Last Stand ep9
Oh Phryxia the TerribleOur doom has come. No place to run. We'll feebly try to hide. From Phryxia, The Dreaded One. No chance to stem it's tide. Oh Phryxia Oh Phryxia The godhead of despair You'll eat our souls, assume our roles,Oh Phryxia the Terrible
And free us from all care.
You're horrifying tentacles That waver in the breeze And gas exuding biomass Will bring us to our knees. Oh Phryxia Oh Phryxia We wish we could just die, But necromancers in your ranks Won't let our bodies lie.
Our planets will be turned to dust With poison atmo
| I'm a libertarian aspiring dictator if such can be imagined. You will strike away those stupid laws and reduce the scope of the government if my secret police have to imprison and torture your family to make you! I'm also one of those rare individuals who is so inconceivably awesome that he is misdiagnosed as having delusions of grandeur. You've heard the "most interesting man in the world" commercials for XX beer? Those are just pale copies of the original commercial featuring me, and the beer I prefer (my own homebrew of course). Unfortunately the test subjects were reduced to such a state of rapture that they were effectively comatose. So my commercial never aired widely. Anything else, just ask. Maybe I'll answer. And maybe my secret police will decide you know too much and must be eliminated. |
rumors of my demise are greatly exaggerated
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Mwhahahahahahahahahaha..ha..ha.. wait... what was I laughing at?
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"One more body amongst foundations makes little difference. Well? What are you waiting for? Do it. DO IT! " - Rorschach - WATCHMEN
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