Y'know, back in space we used to drink - a lot We used to 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 serving in the 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 roar of the fleets bombardment. into our armored assault we began our descent to the planets surface. We were met by a flight of primitive interceptors which we devastated with soaring of nuclear hatred, flashing through the debris cloud the atmosphere below.
The obliteration of Quarv 7
On the horizon was the blazing outlines of a city, the areas dotted with flaming craters 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 mutilation of a world ensued, with those not being fit for slave labor being herded into flaming pits. We as several thousand years of cultural development were out in a single blundering instant.
on guts, gouged out eyes Captives the breeding hive Desecrate sovereign world Bloated, bloody, churl Cultures crumble, die Stench of fill the sky Smashing with ghastly crunch Pretty soon break for lunch
Later, as we flew through deep disemboweling our victims The navigator us that we the wrong planet.
The of Flab Quarv 7