The Almighty??
Chapter One
The Almighty, born Phil 233 in the year of the Great Transistion, was angry.
In fact, this was quite odd for someone like him, as he normally was the embassador of peace to what ever
empire he came to. Today, though, he was in a bad mood. It was a week since he last actaully landed on a planet
without a T0 rating, and all that noxious gas was starting to seep into the spaceship, or so he though.
Maybe I'm just getting paranoid, he thought.
The Almighty had good reason to be angry, though. Yesterday, he had stumbled across the empire known as the
Grox. And the Grox, to be quite blunt, were royal crapholes.
So, on his way to the center of the galaxy, he had gotten a beep so loud on that radar thing (he had so many
radar things that he had no idea what the proper name for it was) that a Chikengoob, a rare creature in the cargo
hold exploded.
I'm going to have to bug Blippy to clean that up, he thought as he flew to the nearest planet that had the signal
coming from it. Before he even had a chance to fly into the star systems orbit he found himself forced into
looking at a ugly cyborg chipmunk thing on his navigation screen.
"What are you doing??" he asked, startled by the odd figure on the screen.
"STOP. WE WILL DESTROY."
"WHAT?! NO, WAIT I COME IN PEACE!!"
The chipmunk ugly thing pointed his finger at the Almighty.
"WHO DO YOU CALL YOURSELF?"
The Almighty opened his mouth to speak but was interupted.
"SILENCE!"
The Almighty was epicly confused now.
"...but you asked me-"
"UNLESS YOU DO STUFF FOR US, DUE TO YOUR DISRESPECT, WE ARE AT WAR. "
"...what do you want-"
"SILENCE! WE ARE NOW AT WAR FOR YOU ARE AN INFERIOR SPECIES."
The Almighty had time to say "WHAT?" before the transmission ended and he found himself surronded by enemy warships.
"What is wrong with the galaxy?" the Almighty asked as he dodged 24 Anti-proton missels aimed at him.
The universe was a cold mistress.