Wicked Ninja Space Metal

I am the type of person who would smuggle weed onto a space shuttle mission. Unexpectedly, just to get a great reaction from..... everyone. Work my ass off, accomplish against incredible odds to be allowed on a space shuttle mission, only while on the space station and on live camera with a motley crew of humans, i whip out a bong and blast monster breath into the faces of my shocked comrades, and in front of hopefully millions of viewers.

Making an alien drug deal would turn my epic tale into a movie/amusement park finisher. I would have my own country sized amusement park and call it a university. All because i figured out how to launch to the moon with readily availalbe smarts, technology and resources, and started growing weed on it, sold it to aliens, and never told my fellow earthlings how easy it was to get to the moon.

Whoops! Villain! lol just kidding. I would of course revel in the unanimous application to live on my moonbase by earthlings, and the ensuing unification of the planet by way of earth-moon restored relationship, oh and aliens. I'm sure that'd be a good enough excuse for everyone short of the loony zealots to give in and team up with eachother. The zealots will probably live in the ocean or something, on a floating island, if nothing else to be at least way far away from the rest of people, because they are just plain annoying.



Now, after saying that, it sounds like such a wonderful life-long ambition; think about it. Your name goes into history books, especially if you follow it up with a CD, a book, and possibly theft of a landmark.

like the most wicked metal musician would have to be someone who was so fucking amazing they not only could play the drums, bass and guitar, AND sing, but they could do it all at the same time.

It blows your mind straight to kingdom come. Sure it maybe robot duplicates, but they are just tools man; extensions of that fucking metal god's hands. He moves his arms, the instrument plays itself. He keeps an echo box and molds it to replay upon command. Your guitar gets its dust wiped off before getting put back in the box. His guitar can headbang and throw up the horns while singe-ing the ghosts of your ancestors with a blazing sunfire guitar solo.

He makes those instruments scream lust and battle. Too much of it could kill you. Be careful with,

Wicked Ninja Space Metal.



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