Rex Tyrannus
280lbs of gross stupidity
Vogon poetry is of course, the third worst in the universe. The second worst is that of the Azgoths of Kria. During a recitation by their poet master Grunthos the Flatulent of his poem "Ode to a Small Lump of Green Putty I Found in My Armpit One Midsummer Morning" four of his audience died of internal haemorrhaging and the president of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council survived by gnawing one of his own legs off. Grunthos was reported to have been "disappointed" by the poem's reception, and was about to embark on a reading of his 12-book epic entitled "My Favourite Bathtime Gurgles" when his own major intestine, in a desperate attempt to save humanity, leapt straight up through his neck and throttled his brain. The very worst poetry of all perished along with its creator, Paul Neil Milne Johnstone of Redbridge, in the destruction of the planet Earth. Vogon poetry is mild by comparison.
If you don't recognize the quote above, then this probably isn't the SG for you. (No offense. There are probably plenty of prettier SGs, anyway. Some with dotmaps even, maybe a nice arrangement of tactics, some almost entirely--but not quite--unlike successful historical reinactments with bits of bombs swooshing this way and that raining unhappiness and generally ruining a nice cup of tea for perfectly innocent spectators.) But I digress...
This is the fourth installment of the ROTQM series and follows our wild success in Return of the Quantum Monkeys. We are Vogons and the order has come in (in triplicate) that an insignificant out-of-the-way planet called Earth lies directly in the path of our new Hyperspace Super-Highway. Since Earth has had a galactic standard year to respond to the planning commission's decision--and meanwhile frolicked away its only chance at retaining livlihood watching cricket matches and speculating on chicken-and-egg precedence--it is our solemn duty to destroy the planet Earth.
However, in order to improve our public image as mindless, beurocratic, buffoons, the Commissioner of Vogon Cultural Affairs has decided that all official documents must, henceforth, be written as reflections of Vogon emotion in the form of poetry.
And that's where you come in. Vogon Constructor Fleet Seventy-Two is looking for aspiring poets for opportunity to earn good pay. Willingness to travel a must. No squeemish peacenicks, please. EOE. Member BBB, 1972. Please post resume (or CV) to this thread.
Game Terms:
Victory: We must win by conquest AND space victory on the same turn.
Leader: For decision by group.
Map Type: For decision by group.
Difficulty: For decision by group.
Roster: I will gauge interest before assigning roster spots. Certain people played a hand in this concept (primarilly Zophos) and should have an automatic entry if interested. Further Imhotep will be our poet laureate and will be able to play/post as he sees fit. All poetry debates are for him to decide.
All reports must be poetic (badly poetic). Despite the title, the meter, rhyme, structure, etc. are entirely up to the reporter.
Obviously, as many Hitchhiker references as you can squeeze in, the better.
Signing out,
Prostetnic Vogon Rex