Revivial

It had been years since the killening very few were left strong enough to battle. " you see any thing out there slosh? " wurmer asks. " no but I will check again before we leave. " " how about you silver? got the weapons prepared? " wurmer asks silver. " yeah just loaded in the final canister of chlorine gas. " " ahh there you go MR GRIZZ! " says glosh gleefully. All patched up and ready to go! She pats him on the head but hes not amused. Glosh was bandaging up MR GRIZZ from the wounds he received during the battle last night. Slosher wurmer MR GRIZZ and glosh were surviving after killening but not very well. They were set to leave out again tonight but making it across the field would be brutal. A few hours later slosher announced " dinners ready! " every body ate fast as they needed to leave soon. Thous the time came, as the mith of the man and the cave on the primordial of humanity’s existence, a gamer’s life reach the terminal stage of touching grass and inhaling the lovely industrial toxic gas and embracing the concrete made streets of our existence. The door was heavily guarded with numerous locks, all involving traumas about chesnuts explosion, canada dry not being dry, shrimps world war, the ass of the fallen, that bitch motherfucker who thought that bringing pigeons to America was a good idea and the illiness of the the unspoken, oh the sillyness… oh Lord Ricardo Milos, are we worth of your benelevolence? Worth of standing in the same lands where once you blessed them with your love? As the world say, every street lead to either explosive diarrhea or depression, often both with a lactose intollerant ass but who are we to judge the fault of the others? Unless you are an ace attorney judge, then thou shall be the worlds of the god. ( in jail for being brazilian ). One after one the locks fell to the ground, the trial of the final day had come: an explosive guitar, a fake blind child who helped a true blind woman faking being able to see to gain tax benefits, a men with a penis shaped haircut, the cries of the fools who keep watching this eternal show in the deepest limbo of hell echoes thought the world. Finally the last lock fell and slowly the switch screen started to load, a loud rumor was heard in the distance, what was that? And as once kyogre parted the waters, piss started to flood the house of our mystery gang. No one was spared, neither fellas or the tax evaders, as they exale their last breath humanity then realize their foolishness…the world…the world is made by silver’s piss. A light embrace a rotund figure descending frok the heaven, it was doctor robtonik eggman who came to make an announcment…

25 years earlier (1999)

When I first discovered Earth it looked like fragile sapphire. Ricardo was the one who convinced me to visit. "Think of all the people we could meet. All the people we could help" Ricardo was like that, appealing to a higher calling.

It took us months to prepare and almost as long to get there. As we got closer we checked the Dorascope more and more.

"Look Ricardo, oceans!" Every time I saw something new, Ricardo would smile and reach out his hand so I could pass him the Dorascope.

At about 80 light-years distance we began to receive actual transmissions from Earth. Too weak to make sense of but we knew there would be life. At 50 light-years we could decode them. A house wife making "chocolate". She was doing it badly and the audience was screaming with laughter. What is this place?

As we got closer we Ricardo became obsessed with everything he could learn about "Brazil".

When we got close enough to see cities through the Dorascope, I could see Earth for what it really was, a trash planet. Ricardo was optimistic and said we should at least explore. I was disgusted at what we saw. This was a waste of time.

A few weeks in we ran into my old friend Sussy BTS Shrek. He didn't recognize us at first but when he did he smiled sadly. Earth isn't so bad, I'm going to be in a movie soon. Sussy BTS Shrek was once powerful and look at what Earth has done to him. He even told me the heard rumors Mr. Grizz might be here too.

Ricardo was losing his mind. Constantly making pizza, dancing, I hardly saw him anymore. He kept talking about how Brazil would become the epicenter of piss. That was it for me. Some humans seemed nice enough but this planet changes people somehow. If we found Earth others would come too. I had to stop them before it was too late.

I began to make plans. I realized what Ricardo meant about the piss epicenter. There was an unusual concentration of piss that I could harness to blow up the moon. Yes, that's how it would all work. I just needed time to build my laser. Until then the beasts and machines I set loose would have to be enough.

Day after day year after year I waited. Every time that bitch ricardo just said " a few more days egg just a,few more... ". It was horrible. My bladder was full after all the years but I could not piss. I needed to piss on the moon. Agh the moon the moon the fucking moon. I hate that fucking rock. It is going to pay the day comes. In other news we kicked MR GRIZZ out of our gang. He started some kind of child slavery mass genocide buisness. Really fucked up but what can we do he was always the strongest out of us 5 despite being so young. He really is the hydrogen bomb to our coughing baby.