Alpha Wolf
"Well we have to work with what we got Gil, nothing else for it."
"(Sigh) I don't know, I tried already, and none of them have any kind of fighter instinct."
"You probably were treating them like something you scraped off your scales."
"Oh and I suppose you'd treat them better?"
"Not really, but they might respond better to me, I can be diplomatic."
"Ha ha ha ha! YOU!? Diplomatic?! Alright I'll help because I gotta see this!"
You and Gil go to back to Moreau's freak town, where the freaks stare at you again. You call everyone to gather around.
"Alright you freaks come gather around! Now then, it has become quite apparent to me that all of you are a bunch of hippy weaklings who would've been killed a long time ago, if you actually lived in reality. Well soon the reality will come to rectify that mistake if you don't stand up to the Martians that will be coming to annihilate this little so called paradise you all have."
"Oh maybe if we're real nice to them, they'll let us live!" one says.
"Not familiar with Martians are you? They're not the nicest beings in any sense of the word. They've attempted to conquer this planet several times and have killed millions of humans. What do you think they'll do to you freaks?"
"I'm sure they can be reasonable, if we just ask them nicely to live with us in peace."
"Argh! Didn't you fucking freaks hear what I said?! I said they'll fucking kill ALL of you! Now if you fight back you might have a chance! All you have to do is evacuate your town and whatever little settlements you have on this island and take to the wilderness. You could easily conduct a successful guerilla war on here. Martians aren't very good tacticians and have bad immune systems. They'll probably catch malaria and every other disease under the sun attempting to root you guys out and I of course will be the one leading you to victory!"
Your speech is met with more silence and disapproval.
"No! We shall not give in to hatred and violence! Those are the old ways!"
"Yes and some of us never followed those ways in the first place!"
"That went over real well, got any other ideas?" Gil asks you.
"(Sigh) I don't know, I tried already, and none of them have any kind of fighter instinct."
"You probably were treating them like something you scraped off your scales."
"Oh and I suppose you'd treat them better?"
"Not really, but they might respond better to me, I can be diplomatic."
"Ha ha ha ha! YOU!? Diplomatic?! Alright I'll help because I gotta see this!"
You and Gil go to back to Moreau's freak town, where the freaks stare at you again. You call everyone to gather around.
"Alright you freaks come gather around! Now then, it has become quite apparent to me that all of you are a bunch of hippy weaklings who would've been killed a long time ago, if you actually lived in reality. Well soon the reality will come to rectify that mistake if you don't stand up to the Martians that will be coming to annihilate this little so called paradise you all have."
"Oh maybe if we're real nice to them, they'll let us live!" one says.
"Not familiar with Martians are you? They're not the nicest beings in any sense of the word. They've attempted to conquer this planet several times and have killed millions of humans. What do you think they'll do to you freaks?"
"I'm sure they can be reasonable, if we just ask them nicely to live with us in peace."
"Argh! Didn't you fucking freaks hear what I said?! I said they'll fucking kill ALL of you! Now if you fight back you might have a chance! All you have to do is evacuate your town and whatever little settlements you have on this island and take to the wilderness. You could easily conduct a successful guerilla war on here. Martians aren't very good tacticians and have bad immune systems. They'll probably catch malaria and every other disease under the sun attempting to root you guys out and I of course will be the one leading you to victory!"
Your speech is met with more silence and disapproval.
"No! We shall not give in to hatred and violence! Those are the old ways!"
"Yes and some of us never followed those ways in the first place!"
"That went over real well, got any other ideas?" Gil asks you.