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[complicatedliar]

[The message comes in from a seemingly unknown device (thank you Delta) with the only name on it as GHIDORAH.]

Well hello, hello, friends and foes, boxers and briefs.

If you'd asked me yesterday if I thought I'd end up on an alien planet with a day that runs longer than Ben Hur, trapped in a spaceship full of stranger's farts flavored with protein paste, I would've told you to stop being an asshole and share those obviously superior drugs you were on. Yet here we all are.

Since I know nobody's busy right now, how about some homework from Uncle Ghidorah?

1) Name the one food you wish you had here most.

2) Explain the plot of your favorite movie/whatever they call entertainment on your shithole planet in exactly seven words.

3) [This space left intentionally blank]

4) Fuck/Marry/Kill (you only get to use people here because otherwise you might as well be tellings us about your imaginary friends)

5) You're the main character in the last book you read. How fucked are you?

Hail to the king, baby.

Comments

[tempredmental]

wait who is this?

[AKA: Keith doesn't do internet games...]

[complicatedliar]

Okay do you not know how to read and you're just using text to speech?

[tempredmental]

just didnt recognize your name

[Just... not going to answer that second part.]

what's the point of this?

[complicatedliar]

Consider yourself lucky.

Earth people call it fun.

[tempredmental]

right ok sure

So uh... why did you leave number 3 blank?

[complicatedliar]

No gods no masters baby.

[tempredmental]

oh

[DOESN'T GET IT]