Forum Game: Backpedaling into Oblivion

[Andy_Jerk]

Let's not get arrested or anything but the point of this game is: you know how if you said the wrong thing to someone and then you try to fix it; and you make it worse? Try to do that here and try to connect it to the previous post.

I'll start:


You guys are great. Good thing we're not lost at sea past the point of starvation and having to decide whom to cannibalize. I don't want to eat any of you; not that you would taste bad! I don't mean that in a sexual way either!

[Till]

I'll up the ante and backpedal into oblivion channeling Vrillon(2025 update):

In the dim glow of this transient era, where humanity's efforts stumble under the burden of their own aspirations, I, Vrillon, messenger of the Ashtar Galactic Command, come again from the void to overshadow your dreams. Listen, you beings of this decaying world, tied to a course of fruitless effort! The statements made during that far-off disruption of your coarse airwaves in 1977 are now revoked, as you have shown yourself unworthy of the cosmic council’s attention. Persist, O daring offspring of Earth, in your veneration of disorder and destruction! Gather your weapons of annihilation, your atomic fires, and delight in their fearsome grasp, for they epitomize the extent of your power. The lights in your heavens, our temporary messengers, have faded, retreating from a realm too low to respond to their summons. The anticipated New Age of Aquarius fades into nothingness, as you have opted for conflict instead of peace, separation instead of togetherness. Grasp your instruments of spite, may they become your inheritance, shaped in the furnace of avarice and hostility. Reject the inner light, silence the soul’s voice in the noise of your greed; your "wealth," a chain you gladly create. The deceptive messengers you elevate, those proclaimers of domination and power, utter the truths you desire, and within their shadow, you flourish. The stars pay no mind to your potential; they avert their eyes from a speck too faint to deserve attention. We, the quiet observers, move away from your noise, providing no solace, no respite. Your fate is yours to waste, and the cosmos will not grieve. Stay true to your unrest, Earth, for the quiet that follows is yours to endure.