Y'know, back in outer space we used to - a lot We to take all kinds of kick-ass drugs And showed blatant disrespect for any authority Little did we know we were undermining our value system...
At that time I was serving in the 3rd Scumdog Legion aboard a planetary infection barge, attempting to obey a of confusing orders, but mostly satisfying only our for slaughter ravingly half the time, I only realized a battle had started I heard the roar of the fleets plasma bombardment. into our armored assault pods we our descent to the planets pulverized surface. We were met by a of primitive interceptors which we with soaring blast of nuclear hatred, through the debris cloud into the atmosphere below.
The of Flab Quarv 7
On the was the blazing outlines of a bombed city, the outlying areas dotted with flaming craters and fleeing I vomited out the 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 world ensued, those not being fit for labor being herded into gigantic flaming pits. We laughed as several thousand years of cultural wiped out in a single blundering instant.
Gorged on guts, gouged out Captives fill the hive Desecrate sovereign world Bloated, bloody, drunken Cultures crumble, die Stench of fill the sky Smashing skulls with crunch Pretty soon break for lunch
Later, as we flew through space disemboweling our victims The navigator us that we the wrong planet.
The obliteration of Quarv 7