wow, what a rampant bit of positive thinking that is.
The Aliens don't stand a chance, technology is meaningless, beyond a certain size you can only destroy that which you wish to posses thus those
weapons are useless.
All Fights end up on the ground if you want to achieve a true victory.
You have to survive the culling of the sheep and then attack when least expected, on the ground where they are vulnerable, when they no longer have
the masses left to turn against you.
The evil will be it's own undoing the only power they truely have is the masses that will be destoyed anyway by thier own greed
So you wait, paitently until they do it, end... most of it, and when they land to claim the prize and the betrayers come up from the bunkers... BAM,
that's when you hit the Traitors of our species, few in numbers confident thinking they have won and BAM that's when you hit the Aliens, on the
ground out in the open weak and pathetic and unphysical and afraid of dying...
They will have no defense, no psychological capacity to deal with face to face violence, they will crumble...
Just prepare for the Culling, survive it, go underground when the time comes and Hit them when they think they have won, when they have no defenses,
when they have expended thier wmd's and think the planet is their just for them.
Come up from your caves and shelters and wherever you have managed to survive, with Bows and arrows and swords and old Aluminum Bats... and get them
as they emerge from the shelterrs, storm the ships as they land out in the open
Terrify them... do the Greys slow and horribly so the collective mind screams in agony as each one lives through the eyes of the other and let them
know to never return, punish those that serve them
Claim the prize at the very end, just when they think they have won
Be tenacious, understand how to survive, stay quiet and wait while the psychos and creeps kill each other in greed for food, be a monk, be paitent,
your only goal being not of desires but only to exist long enough to catch them at the right moment...
Wait, hide through the war because you cannot win the war, go underground through the nuclear winter and exist as best you can.
And those of us that make it through, will vastly out number the few that planned this all and there will be no mistaking them for anyone else, be
waiting outside when they open the door to claim Eden for themselves and butcher every last one of them until there are no more...
Catch the Greys when they are on the ground, thier ships undefended, take them and turn them on themsleves...
They won't be expecting that... some of us will survive, they have no Souls, they can not understand the power of our spirit and that will be their
They see things as numbers and statistics, they can not comprehend the Will of Man, they can't fathom that some of us through faith will emerge
stronger and free and with nothing to loose...
They will have no army of cattle to defend them, no masses of the blind, no system to hold you back, no money to control you or entertainment to
appease you, just free men who want vengence
And when they dig down to look for that spine they lack they will know they never had real courage or determination, the Aliens are genetically feeble
and can't defend them... the hopelessness will set in, they will barely fight back, no factories to arm them, nothing to use.
Victory will be mine before this is said and done.
And I will hang the Greys on crosses across the landscape everywhere I find them like Vlad the Impailer, set them to die a slow death, in anguish
telepathically communicated to all their kind across the galaxy
They will know to never come back, to never cross Mankind ever again, they will speak the name of Man only in hushed tones for fear it will cause our
notice and we will pursue them across the Galaxy
And that is exactly what we shall do, in thier own ships, with thier own technology, in time we will hunt them down to every corner of the Galaxy and
take back every planet they have raped one by one until they are but a distant memory
We shall be more numerous than the stars in the sky and colonize a million worlds around a million Stars and usher in a new age in this Galaxy a new
age of Hope and Spirit built on the Graves of the Souless entities that chose to defy creation itself
And then they will raise my statue...
Of The Vindictive Mope
Who Saved the Galaxy from Tyranny
Btw... I'm totally serious, really... I have nothing better to do
[edit on 7-10-2008 by mopusvindictus]