>>61511548Heat of a Star.
A work of fiction.
Don't read any further,
if you value your sanity or fear the Lovecraftian.
There is a non-zero chance this text could eat your brain.
What follows is an account of alien first contact as recalled,
from the perspective of a participant in an experiment.
To begin with there was a questionnaire:
Take this personality test -
can you sing and dance?
One day I met a man,
who worshipped a god from a foreign land.
Hey dude, what's that, those pictographs from a photograph?
You don't understand, these are sacred texts.
I'm an atheist, god is a myth.
I pray to luck.
Life is determined,
by random chance.
We're only here by circumstance.
No spooky movement from a distance.
That's cringe, I pray to an idol,
you're nothing.
Dog drool.
Ok then, bet - I'll fuck your wife. I'll be your god then, how's that?
Whipped yet? You'll be a - You two should chess-box.
Who are you? (I'm the one, who beat you.)
Round 2: Let's fight!
Solve my riddle:
What do poor have, rich want,
and is greater than god?
Nothing, it's easy.
Down to my last puzzle.
Next we'll play a game of Skate,
whatever I do,
you have to do too.
He could play and sing "Stairway",
"Enter Sandman",
and "Master of Puppets" just as well.
So for my last spell -
"Lord of the Dance" on a tin-whistle.
As he received his last letter I knew I was destined for hell.
Chess-boxing isn't for those who wouldn't put their minds at stake.
I was a fool - though the first fight I'd win,
I still had to play the reigning champion.
When I heard the name -
was certain second place prize,
would be half my brain.
