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The Ghost With The Most
Man Of Mystery
I'm not Seraphaem. Really.
Once you go pale,
it never gets stale.
You can trust me
King of the Spoliers
(12/8/04 9:19 pm)
EP.14 Spoiler: The Aliens Attack!
As I type this desperate letter to you, I'm watching from my apartment window with absolute horror at what has transpired since late this evening in New York City. Even now I still can't believe this is really happening.
From my vantage point I now bear witness to the alien invaders and their hovering death machines making their way down Broadway towards lower Manhattan. The powerful, focused heat of the alien ray guns positioned on the underbelly of these ships seem to be targeting skyscrapers, churches and random citizens in its path. Flames are all around. The screams are horrendous and the air is rife with smoke of the charred flesh of taxi-cab drivers.
Could it be? Yes!! It appears that my cable service has been temporarily restored. I can vaguely make out the CNN breaking news logo but I can't be too sure. The signal is very weak. Hold on.
Dear God! They're everywhere! Sweet plastic Jesus on a dashboard, they're everywhere!!
The reports are just now coming in. London, Germany ... even France! It seems one of the alien craft melted the Eiffel tower after the French resistance raised the white flag! Wolf Blitzer is now on screen, his face unshaven and I can distinctly see a clear urine stain on his trousers as he points to a map of the continental U.S.
California is gone now ... so is Washington State. Hold on! More ships have been spotted over Nebraska, South Carolina and Georgia. According to reporters on the scene in New Jersey, three more just arrived in Grover's Mill.
Crap! CNN just went dark. Let me flip over to Fox News - nothing should be able to stop a Republican-backed cable new network from broadcasting. Ah, yes ... more reports.
According to a Fox news reporter on the scene in Stillwater, OK, four of these floating death ships had past over an indian reservation. Probably realizing they missed a target, they intentionally backtracked and destroyed a casino, five cigar shops and a ranch.
They're now showing a live feed from the ranch. The reporter, clearly stunned, is directing his camerman to scout the surrounding area. It appears that no one survived except for three out-of-towners, two females and one male, who were just visitors to the ranch.
The camera is shaky but I can accurately make out the body of a woman on the ground, crushed by a collapsed water tower. The camerman is now zooming in on what appears to be the head of a deceased woman wearing granny glasses to show any viewers who might be still alive what the Earth now faces in its final hours.
I sit here in my apartment, cowering in fear yet watching in stunned amazement as our world comes to an end, not with a wimper but a huge, thunderous zap! My time is short ... I can sense my own doom lurking outside of my window. I can feel the heat coming through my walls now and soon the electricity will be down permanently. I only wish I could type faster but my fingers are quivering.
The walls that surround me are beginning to crumble. My coffee cup has fallen into my lap. Funny, but You'd think I would feel the pain of scalding hot coffee hitting my testicles, but I'm too afraid to feel anything. I fear this post will become my last as the glowing heat of the ray guns now pelt my building.
I can now feel my skin begin to melt as I attempt to push the enter button on my keyboard. Could this post be my last? Will it be considered a testament to future generations that might survive this horrific event, if at all? I try to scream but I can't. The only thing I'm able to dredge up into my burning vocal cords is ...
"Rosebud ... Rosebud ... ROSEBUD!"vidcap jpg. from War of the worlds ~then we get that darn "Indian" clue again ..the vidcap jpg is from RCA