I have a story that I'd like some advice on, and I want to see your short stories...
Now I don't know what to say... So I'll begin.
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*Tomato People*
*Starring: The Prophet of Regret*
The Prophet of Regret sat looking out the transparent wall of his bedroom, idly stroking the folds of his robes with one finger. He was deep in thought. A grunt held up his robes some way behind him, putting as much distance as possible between him and the mad prophet muttering softly before the window.
"Gribbles?" the prophet said, beckoning to the poor little alien. Gribbles trotted over to stand beside him, loyalty overcoming utter terror.
"Gribbles, Do you see that star?" he pointed to the star in question. "That star contains a race, a new species that would be useful for the Covenant. That star," he paused for dramatic effect, "Contains a race of Tomato People, a race we can harvest for food!"
Gribbles wet himself, but stood in position next to the prophet.
"We could use that race of Tomato People, and so we will take their world! I want them. I want them NOW!" his last shout carried through the ship like thunder. Gribbles collapsed into a shivering heap on the floor, but Regret continued rambling without noticing.
"THEY THINK THEY CAN STAY AWAY FROM THE EYE OF THE COVENANT, BUT THEY ARE WRONG! THE GODS SEE ALL! THE GODS SEE ALL!" Gribbles was now crying. "AND THEY HOPE THAT WE WILL SPARE THEM, BUT WE WILL NOT! THEY WILL TREMBLE AS OUR SHIPS TURN THEIR PLANET TO GLASS, AND NOT EVEN THEIR- Oh wait, wrong speech. Ahem..." The prophet looked around to see if anyone had noticed his slip up. Thats when he noticed Gribbles, who was slowly crawling twords the door, crying and shaking.
" My dear boy, Whatever has gotten into you?" Regret asked sweetly.
Gribbles collapsed again.
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And now we know why we won the war.