Prologue

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We're you ever dropped as a baby? Well, so was i. More specifically, I was dropped as a smeet. (Smeet = baby Irken) just after the cold, unfeeling robot arm attached my pak, I slipped put of its grasp and landed on my back, damaging my antenna and pak while also leaving a visible crack in it and a bend in my antenna. Some side effects of this damage are random "spasms," and yes, they come in the most inconvenient times. As I grew, the "spasms" became worse and more frequent. While I had these "spasms," I would forget all I am doing and what I am saying and sometimes blurt one or two words in irken. After a few moments of having my spasm, my body would relax, and I would have forgotten what I am doing. It's sort of like a turrets tic, except worse.

So immediately they encoded me as "defective." I wouldn't give up, though. I begged and pleaded for the tallest to let me train to be an invader. After (irken) weeks of begging, they finally said yes! So I immediately rushed off to Devastis to train to be an irken invader. When I took the test, I succeeded and was given the rank of invader. I was so happy that I would finally be given an assignment! When operation impending doom started, we all were sent to planet conventia, and I wasn't assigned a planet. I got mad, zim on the other hand. *laughs angerly* he got one! And not me?! I TOOK THE TEST BEFORE HIM IS NOT FAIR! NOT FAIR NOT FAIR!!!! so what did I do? I wanted to sabbatoge. Right when I was about to sabbatoge the plan, zim went on a crazy rampage, destroying almost all of irks population. This was the distraction I needed. So I grabbed my bucket list of war crimes and started crossing them off, I had almost halfway completed them when zim's rampage came to an end, and I knew for a fact that the tallest would be looking for me, I hid in an almost destroyed alley and planted a device on the ground. It was a gadget I had made a few (irken) years earlier. I set it down, and it dug like a tiny drill deep into the ground.

A few minutes passed, and out from where the device dug, a small opening with a trap door sprouted out like a flower. This was my base. I camouflaged it with nearby rubble and glued it to the top of my trap door. After that, I made my way inside and began planning and preparing.

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