*Reptiloid egg. They grow 'em there & bring 'em here. - Zazzo
Pale Green Aliens. Little green men. Foo Fighters. Saucerville, Baby. You know you like probes, just admit it. It isn't always easy being an advanced species on a strange planet, but the mother ship broke down here, and we're stuck on Earth until we can fix it. Oh, you didn't know about the Moon, did you? Green cheese, my pale green behind...
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Friday, January 24, 2014
The Bug-Shoe Detective...
Zazzo here. A note about a friend of mine by the name of Vance McCray who has become familiar with the Bugs of Aldebaran. Unfortunate species to meet. We're putting our Foos on high alert for stealth buggies.
Zazzo out!
"Nights in New Mexico have a surreal beauty to them. You can see more stars there than in almost any other of the lower 48 States. The Milky Way is an obvious glow that sprawls across the dark night sky overhead from horizon-to-horizon. If you want to see satellites whisk across the heavens, or meteors burn through the night, go there and look up. Is it any wonder that people see strange things in skies so full of the universe? Not to me...
My name is Vance McCray, and I am a small-town New Mexico detective. This is the story of how I learned the answer to one of Mankind's burning questions; We are NOT alone."
"Nights in New Mexico have a surreal beauty to them. You can see more stars there than in almost any other of the lower 48 States. The Milky Way is an obvious glow that sprawls across the dark night sky overhead from horizon-to-horizon. If you want to see satellites whisk across the heavens, or meteors burn through the night, go there and look up. Is it any wonder that people see strange things in skies so full of the universe? Not to me...
My name is Vance McCray, and I am a small-town New Mexico detective. This is the story of how I learned the answer to one of Mankind's burning questions; We are NOT alone."
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