[center][h2][b]At the Time it Begins – Though the End is Nigh – and the Middle man has Weed[/b][/h2][hr] [img]http://orig11.deviantart.net/f469/f/2013/065/7/1/71bfff79444cbb200d03b46fd814225f-d5x4vhr.jpg[/img][/center][hr] The sky was purple as the sun began to set, the clouds lit as fuck because of the process. It was an open field in the center of a city, which was half way in ruins and halfway functioning. The city was surrounded by a wall and the wall had a wall and that wall had an etc, just like this sentence: ETC ETC. It was Princess Trump's city after all and let me tell you, xey had definitely made walls great again, if not cities or countries. In the sky a ship descended, one seen above in this post. Yeah, that's right, your characters can hear me narrating and see the visual aid. It's meta, deal with it. Anyways, from the sky a ship descended and from the ship the sky ascended. It's relative really—but who cares about that right? ME, I FUCKING CARE, WHOSE ASKIN'..... [color=#2E2C2C]…. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. …. ….[/color] Sorry, the matrix glitched. Anyways, the ship landed and the beams of light began flashing, the music began playing, and all the onlookers couldn't help but begin to dance. [center][youtube]https://youtu.be/GJCjmg_2Lh4?t=1653[/youtube] Seriously, that shit was lit af yo.[/center] With people recording and rocking out to the musico, the aliens made their arrival, stepping out of the ship in all of their glory...bearing plasma rifles. It was...less lit. [center][img]http://img01.deviantart.net/13c4/i/2014/336/e/d/spore___xenomorph_queen_by_rebecca1208-d88gyk8.png[/img][/center] Fortunately, due to their anatomy, they would have a lot of trouble aiming. Maybe. [i][u]“We are the Sporeumnia Forgoians and we forgo your right to peace, and lack of dancing. Surrendur your city or be laid at peace. Do not force us to reckon the furthendur.”[/u][/i] What will you do. Hell, what will I do. I'm just some guy who lost his body and gut stuck in the Intraternetextual matrixgrid. Seriously...please help. It's dark here.