A whirlwind of highly excited plasma that spewed like an insidious fountain of war... Spilling out deep demented fire.
A blast furnace deep inside this mother ship's bowel that endlessly fuels its inner desire for the ultimate and complete annihilation of our wheat, corn, and barley fields.
It all seemed to flow with ease ...With every blast more stalks laid away and down, submitting to these whirlwinds ...Twisting and weaving like an old woven cap.
The only relief was short lived, just blinks and minuscule lulls between each pulsating spasm ...
The only chance to prepare...Before the next mad spinning vortex carves out its final circular pattern.
But one small and numerous earthly creature, a nuisance, a pest that hides away in our tall grasses...
Silently stands its ground and seems to be resistant, unharmed from these electrified photonic razings. The first, second and then third burst, flattening, twisting and weaving ...leaving their telltale circular marks of war. Has them face to face with this green hideous homegrown resister. Their desperate full tilt bombardments, had a null effect on these earthly grass beings.
...The Grain Aliens retreated past Jupiter to reform and recalculate...Their urge to fill this bottomless pit of craving with victory, doesn't go unnoticed here. To us they look like random pretty circles. To these little alien kernels they are glee, little steps toward a final and glorious victory.
