The group appears in the cornfield, now a hub of media, religious leaders and practitioners, tourists and awe inspired onlookers have flocked around the “holy site” to pay witness to this most curious cosmic event.
Before the crater itself is a makeshift podium where a notorious Christian televangelist is preparing to give a speech.
Bobby Wafer: Ladies and gentlemen! We gather here and now on this most auspicious of days to pay tribute to the return of our lord and savior!
Jorg begins to make a gagging sound, retching as if he were throwing up.
Alpha: Just ignore them and maybe they’ll go away.
Bobby Wafer: Our lord will soon return to us! To burn all of the unrepentant sinners! The whores, the thieves, the liars, and the addicts! This world will be cleansed with a holy fire!
Jorg: BUT THOSE ARE ALL MY FAVORITE HOBBIES!
Jorg yells back towards the preacher
Bobby Wafer: And YOU!
*the preacher points at the two aliens
Bobby Wafer: Even the two of you! You demonic little imps are not above the judgement of our god! Repent!
Suddenly the probe within the crater begins to stir, with computational clicks and beeps displaying yet another hologram, this one replaying footage of Lunas vessel leaving the earth on its historic voyage.
The image is then replaced by the following words:
“And I saw, and behold a white horse: and he that sat on him had a bow; and a crown was given unto him: and he went forth conquering, and to conquer.”
Bobby Wafer is now speaking exuberantly
Bobby Wafer: This is the first seal of revelations! The first seal to signify the coming rapture! Our lord has spoken!
Jorg: Oh damn....
Alpha: WHY! WHY DOES THIS SHIT KEEP HAPPENING!?!?
Luna: Are.....are you sure he’s dead??
Alpha: He is dead, he is dead and he is not coming back.
Bobby Wafer: BLASPHEMER!
Jorg: SHUT THE FUCK UP!
The fervent people then begin to encircle the group chanting in unison.
Mob: Blasphemers! Blasphemers! Blasphemers!
Luna: we should probably leave.
Alpha: Yeah, Jorg is looking pretty irate
Jorg can be seen balling his little fists with Alf barking at his side.
Jorg: I WILL SCALP A PREACHER!
And so the group blips away...Kinder Cosmic: Advent Of The Faith
Chapter 3 - The Newest Testament
The group appears in the cornfield, now a hub of media, religious leaders and practitioners, tourists and awe inspired onlookers have flocked around the “holy site” to pay witness to this most curious cosmic event.
Before the crater itself is a makeshift podium where a notorious Christian televangelist is preparing to give a speech.
Bobby Wafer: Ladies and gentlemen! We gather here and now on this most auspicious of days to pay tribute to the return of our lord and savior!
Jorg begins to make a gagging sound, retching as if he were throwing up.
Alpha: Just ignore them and maybe they’ll go away.
Bobby Wafer: Our lord will soon return to us! To burn all of the unrepentant sinners! The whores, the thieves, the liars, and the addicts! This world will be cleansed with a holy fire!
Jorg: BUT THOSE ARE ALL MY FAVORITE HOBBIES!
Jorg yells back towards the preacher
Bobby Wafer: And YOU!
*the preacher points at the two aliens
Bobby Wafer: Even the two of you! You demonic little imps are not above the judgement of our god! Repent!
Suddenly the probe within the crater begins to stir, with computational clicks and beeps displaying yet another hologram, this one replaying footage of Lunas vessel leaving the earth on its historic voyage.
The image is then replaced by the following words:
“And I saw, and behold a white horse: and he that sat on him had a bow; and a crown was given unto him: and he went forth conquering, and to conquer.”
Bobby Wafer is now speaking exuberantly
Bobby Wafer: This is the first seal of revelations! The first seal to signify the coming rapture! Our lord has spoken!
Jorg: Oh damn....
Alpha: WHY! WHY DOES THIS SHIT KEEP HAPPENING!?!?
Luna: Are.....are you sure he’s dead??
Alpha: He is dead, he is dead and he is not coming back.
Bobby Wafer: BLASPHEMER!
Jorg: SHUT THE FUCK UP!
The fervent people then begin to encircle the group chanting in unison.
Mob: Blasphemers! Blasphemers! Blasphemers!
Luna: we should probably leave.
Alpha: Yeah, Jorg is looking pretty irate
Jorg can be seen balling his little fists with Alf barking at his side.
Jorg: I WILL SCALP A PREACHER!
And so the group blips away...
