Zuki: YAY!!! I've finally updated!
Red: *Looks around* FINALLY!
Zuki: Exciting, yes?
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~*Entry Four*~
Computer...
Today I went through every invader's dream: having total control of the MASSIVE. I got up today at the standard time expected for an Invader, but my *Personal* advisor was waiting by the door and bade me sleep in. Hey, like I would complain!
The position of Tallest is truely the best status in Irken society. Anyway, I was woken up a while later by the Advisors, because they wanted us to give the MASSIVE a compleate observational checkup, considering it is now basically Purple and I's personal ship.
I got up and found that, although I had gotten used to the weight overnight, my internal back supporting muscles have weakened, and I am eternally crippled this way. No big loss, I guess.
The advisors led me to where Purple was waiting. It seems he is the same way. The advisors then continued to show us around. It is quite interesting to see all the Irkens who where once my betters, now stopping their buisiness and saluting. Purple and I were shown the many various rooms, including the Birthing Facility (Which, may I add, was put into a total system freeze because of that stupid Zim), The Data Research Facility, The Main Deck, The Data Recieval Room and the Fuel Tank report scale room. Considering these tanks are inactive now, Purple and I made the others fill them with snacks.
I like being Tallest. They respect you now. I'm sure it would be much better without Purple, but he is a friend, and I shouldn't be thinking like that. Anyway, All we had to do was send and receive messages from the remaining Invaders That's not hard actually. All we have to do is sit around and eat snacks while we wait for the Message channelers to transfer messages. A disgruntled Scortch sent in to say the his resumed Invasion was going well, and he probably wouldn't even need the Armarda to come and finish the job. Fine with me. For all I care, that little Idiot can get himself killed. That turns my thoughts to Zim. I wonder if he's blown up Devastis yet. No matter.
I'll report in later.
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Zuki: Whee!
Red: *Looks around* Oh yeah....ZUKI NO OWN ZIM!
Zuki: Yup. And you guys, could you give me an idea what to write about, cause' I've got a lot of sufficient stuff to write about, but I need to fill in the BIG gap between the First attempted Operation Impending Doom, and Operation Impending Doom II. Soooo...can youse help out? Thankies,
De Zukkster.
Red: *Looks around* FINALLY!
Zuki: Exciting, yes?
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~*Entry Four*~
Computer...
Today I went through every invader's dream: having total control of the MASSIVE. I got up today at the standard time expected for an Invader, but my *Personal* advisor was waiting by the door and bade me sleep in. Hey, like I would complain!
The position of Tallest is truely the best status in Irken society. Anyway, I was woken up a while later by the Advisors, because they wanted us to give the MASSIVE a compleate observational checkup, considering it is now basically Purple and I's personal ship.
I got up and found that, although I had gotten used to the weight overnight, my internal back supporting muscles have weakened, and I am eternally crippled this way. No big loss, I guess.
The advisors led me to where Purple was waiting. It seems he is the same way. The advisors then continued to show us around. It is quite interesting to see all the Irkens who where once my betters, now stopping their buisiness and saluting. Purple and I were shown the many various rooms, including the Birthing Facility (Which, may I add, was put into a total system freeze because of that stupid Zim), The Data Research Facility, The Main Deck, The Data Recieval Room and the Fuel Tank report scale room. Considering these tanks are inactive now, Purple and I made the others fill them with snacks.
I like being Tallest. They respect you now. I'm sure it would be much better without Purple, but he is a friend, and I shouldn't be thinking like that. Anyway, All we had to do was send and receive messages from the remaining Invaders That's not hard actually. All we have to do is sit around and eat snacks while we wait for the Message channelers to transfer messages. A disgruntled Scortch sent in to say the his resumed Invasion was going well, and he probably wouldn't even need the Armarda to come and finish the job. Fine with me. For all I care, that little Idiot can get himself killed. That turns my thoughts to Zim. I wonder if he's blown up Devastis yet. No matter.
I'll report in later.
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Zuki: Whee!
Red: *Looks around* Oh yeah....ZUKI NO OWN ZIM!
Zuki: Yup. And you guys, could you give me an idea what to write about, cause' I've got a lot of sufficient stuff to write about, but I need to fill in the BIG gap between the First attempted Operation Impending Doom, and Operation Impending Doom II. Soooo...can youse help out? Thankies,
De Zukkster.
