Author comments:
Whee! I really liked this. I've seen plenty of fic's from Dib's point of
view, but what does Zim think? Maybe he's not as dimwitted as everyone
assumes.. just because he acts like it and is overly eccentric -- oh, just
read this! Invader Zim belongs to the almighty Jhonen Vasquez, fear his
mighty wardrobe!
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So close and so far away. A prize that was just out of my reach. I can't begin to tell you just how many time's I have almost succeeded in my mission of taking over this spinning overpopulated mass of filth, but then, that's not in the story, is it? I often sit, musing and wondering.. what would happen if the hero was the one to fall and the villain won the day, rather than vice versa? Heh.. is that at all possible? This pitiful human that is fighting for something he believes in, who is mocked and ridiculed, does he understand that I am also fighting in the name of what I have known all my life, the beliefs that are mine and always will be. He will perish, as they all will.. and tell me, who will remember the hero then? No one..
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The kiwi hued extraterrestrial narrowed those rounded prisms of magenta lacing, supple leather clad digits meeting under a rather pointed chin in a most thoughtful of manners. Quirked receivers twitched upon hearing the faint buzzing that the lab so often gave off, accompanied by metallic footfalls above. GiR must be playing with that toy pig. Or something. Zim scoffed, zipper-like teeth bared slightly at the mere thought of his so called 'advanced SIR unit'. Walking piece of junk.. rarely proved to be useful.. ah, but why was he sitting here with such idle thoughts? There was work to be done! Can't destroy the Earth without a plan y'know. Prepare yourself for DOOM -- *crash* ... this could take a while.
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So close and so far away. A prize that was just out of my reach. I can't begin to tell you just how many time's I have almost succeeded in my mission of taking over this spinning overpopulated mass of filth, but then, that's not in the story, is it? I often sit, musing and wondering.. what would happen if the hero was the one to fall and the villain won the day, rather than vice versa? Heh.. is that at all possible? This pitiful human that is fighting for something he believes in, who is mocked and ridiculed, does he understand that I am also fighting in the name of what I have known all my life, the beliefs that are mine and always will be. He will perish, as they all will.. and tell me, who will remember the hero then? No one..
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The kiwi hued extraterrestrial narrowed those rounded prisms of magenta lacing, supple leather clad digits meeting under a rather pointed chin in a most thoughtful of manners. Quirked receivers twitched upon hearing the faint buzzing that the lab so often gave off, accompanied by metallic footfalls above. GiR must be playing with that toy pig. Or something. Zim scoffed, zipper-like teeth bared slightly at the mere thought of his so called 'advanced SIR unit'. Walking piece of junk.. rarely proved to be useful.. ah, but why was he sitting here with such idle thoughts? There was work to be done! Can't destroy the Earth without a plan y'know. Prepare yourself for DOOM -- *crash* ... this could take a while.
