the extra terrestrial |
my cute island |
the new northwest river |
insurance policy |
the bathing interloper |
trusting settlers |
juicy human puppet meat |
late mindworm |
such a trader |
keeping people in line |
you can be happy by being cheap |
kill the bureaucrats |
some whiner |
tasty twisted metal |
you and what army of nutcrackers |
cute defenders |
howdy neighbor |
pretty sneaky sis |
a nosy neighbor |
my missionary work |
the pusilanimous wimp of this world |
earn this |
not in Kansas anymore |
is it like never |
I am a goody two shoes |
call pest control |
have Isle will travel |
gobbling Artifacts |
lets make a deal |
gimmie |
whatever dont care |
hello my brother |
oh so thank you |
so eco daft |
let go of artifice |
where is pest control |
decisions decisions |
hi Morgan |
freeeeeeiiiind |
wonderful projects |
they are so violent |
everybody must get tech |
pesky alien scientists |
learn to relax |
go rent yourself |
rich man poor man beggarman thief |
go climb a tree Morgan |
ha ha feel my armor |
competition |
stuffed like a jive turkey |
studious ocean ripples |
covert Pirates |
crawling to victory |
to serve Man |
another wimp |
yeah Roze you sink |
thought you would see it my way |
I don wanna get nuked |
all my secrets |
such a smart Christian |
roses are red roses are blue |
The problem with the joke about "succulent minions", is it's not true compared to the rest of the lore of the game. If it were, then when taking over a human base, its population wouldn't drop to 1. All us Aliens would grow fat on human flesh! Should be at least size 2 or 3, or something proportionate to the number of humans available to eat.
I reckon the Progenitors simply harvest the part of a human base's population that doesn't manage to flee, not turn it into a farm facility.
#INTERLUDE5
#xs 500
#caption Interlude: Flight of the Razorwings
^ It gives you no particular pleasure to kill. You almost wish you could
communicate directly with the humans, explain to them the necessity of the forced
relocation--explain to them the necessity of their deaths.
^ "Reporting, $TITLE0 $NAME1," resonates the Force Commander of the occupation
army. "Human colonists are fleeing now from the base they call '$BASENAME5.'
Those that chose to remain behind
have been assimilated and reconstituted."
^ It gives you no particular pleasure to kill. But it is the way of
the Human and Progenitor mind. They cannot coexist under one government;
they cannot eat each other's food, nor use each other's facilities.
^ It gives you no particular pleasure to kill. But they are the enemy,
and it is the only way.
insatiable desire to clean oceans |
Aliens are magnanimous to the poor |
just a better person than Roze |
Mutual Assured Destruction |
tweaking Svensgaard |
befriending Miriam |
tweaking Morgan |
prepare to blitzkrieg |
fanatic expenditure |
sea pest |
two front war |
Im a high flyin fool |
bigger better guns |
what is a warmonger to do |
decisions decisions |
persuasion by fungal tendril |
rend thee low in the gabberwarts |
eat your heart out Morgan |
sneaky Morgan |
mutating Morgans brain |
send in the clones |
geek squad |
space food tastes like nothing |
workers unite to make money |
heeere Morgan Morgan Morgan |
weenie Morgan feeblenuke |
securing the east |
doubtful |
getting a backbone |
reinforcements appreciated any day now |
better deal with this |
shall we play a game |
you lose |
you loser |
you creep |
you sea slug you |
you hacker |
like I care |
subverting the feeble |
6 ; Number of subspace generators needed
so you could crank this up to as large a number as you like, to have them be "nonfunctional".