Y'know, back in outer space we to drink - a lot We to take all kinds of kick-ass drugs And showed disrespect for any authority figures Little did we we were undermining our entire value system...
At that time I was in the Masters 3rd Scumdog Legion aboard a planetary infection barge, attempting to a host of confusing orders, but mostly satisfying our lust for slaughter drunk half the time, I only realized a battle had started when I heard the of the fleets plasma bombardment. Piling our armored assault pods we began our to the planets surface. We were met by a flight of primitive interceptors which we devastated with soaring blast of hatred, flashing the debris cloud into the atmosphere below.
The obliteration of Quarv 7
On the horizon was the blazing outlines of a city, the outlying areas dotted with flaming and fleeing refuges I out the window and led our battalion on a blazing attack on the pulpifying their flesh in a rain of sulfuric plasma burst. The mass mutilation of a ensued, with those not being fit for slave labor being herded into gigantic pits. We laughed as several thousand years of cultural were out in a single blundering instant.
Gorged on guts, out eyes fill the breeding hive Desecrate their sovereign Bloated, bloody, drunken Cultures crumble, die Stench of fill the sky Smashing skulls ghastly crunch soon we'll break for lunch
Later, as we flew deep space Ritually our victims The informed us that we Attacked the planet.
The obliteration of Flab 7