The Invasion Begins
Posted by v on August 10th, 2006Dear Friends,
It is almost time for us to leave our beloved city, and go west to find new land to sustain and nourish our growing numbers. We have been preparing, and hope we are ready to meet the struggles that lay before us. The coming weeks will not be easy. The late summer days will be long and hot. But our hope in finding affordable housing will keep us to our task.
The Chevy Astro is old and nearing the end of its long and arduous life. We hope she will see us through this important journey, and that we will return in a short time.
We have news that the lands around the fair river Mississippi are fertile and abundant, and they are our destination. The native population is rumored to be unlearned and primitive, and should be no match for our weapons.
Wish us well on our mission. Our victory means the survival of our kind.
Until we meet again.
-V.
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The rains have scattered the palm fronds across the salty lap of the canals. The shadariums have filled to capacity. The houseboats are a guilded dream. The gun guarded gangplanks sequester the rich, but will never be anything but a distant image to us. We have no place anymore here on the rim. We must leave New York.
Rumors have reached us of a small settlement, west of the Pennsylvania mountains and the sulfur clouds of Illinois. A community that could sustain our growing population. There is some talk of hostility from those living there, but we are a strong band. How can they resist us. Not since the war ended have we had such hope. nothing can stand in our way.
In two days’ time, we will climb aboard the Astro, and, in our vented tocsuits, we will venture west. We must have faith. It is our only hope.
At last the lost and secret art of new wave submission has spread into the last dimension: time. An often forgotten but no less important theme has risen from the ashes of histories discontent. A new future is ahead of us.
Don’t be afraid is the last thing I remember hearing before the darkness set in. “Never again”, I remember thinking to myself. A quick jolt from above shocked me into submission. I think the Policia Militar have seen me but I can’t be sure. I run but I can’t really get away. This city is driving me mad. We must move forward and never look back.
Rock on young visionaries!!!
Those bastards. I’ll ring their necks.
We miss you more than you can imagine, but feel warm comfort in the safe keepings of the Lord. His enormous body and hauntingly vibrant moans coupled with his clever intelligence shield us from harms way. He has proven his loyalty. Two nights before last a spy from an unknown land slipped into our humble and decrepit home. I was asleep but could tell from a dream that something was amiss. I felt as though my eyes were about to be scraped out from my skull….and eaten. But the Lord would not let this happen. As the spy crept toward my sleeping quarters, the mighty warrior swatted….and the spy was killed. I awoke the next morning and saw him lying there…eyes opened but lifeless…and defeated.
Bones, i am glad to hear that the Lord has found you a safe harbor, free of heathens. I trust that he will continue to do so, and that his Great size will assist in such endeavors. We are well, and our battle preparations have begun. I will write again soon.
Best,
V
August 12, 2006 @ 6:26 am
I believe that the Chevy Astro has a secret name, however, i could be wrong.
i’ve been told it has wings and can fly at night through the northern sky.