DYE A RIBBON GREEN IN A SEA OF CITRUS JUICE

Hey there, FUCKERS! It's a pleasure to make your... "acquaintance!"

Name's Lime. General Lime. I'm only... the greatest fighter, leader, tactician-strategist, chef, marksman, martial artist, cousin, and all around ruler of all the world~!

Well, not yet. That's still on my to-do list.

But I'm going to get there, and no one will ever stand in my way! Not for long, at least....

[sighing]

Hi. My name is Indigo.

[clearing throat] [more sighing]

Major Indigo. I'm Lime's cousin... among other things. Yeah, we do stuff like that. It's sort of our thing. Lime's got a taste for power and now he wants it all so I'm helping her.... apparently.

I'm a pretty decent fighter, I guess. I'm more of a negotiator and diplomat, though.

(LAAAAAME!) (Oh, will you shut up?!)

Anyways. I'm more of a manager/diplomat/pr person n' stuff than anything else. I'd rather not fight people, but we'll see what happens from there.

But keep your eyes peeled, and your notifications on.

After all...

Sooner or later...

Baths are banned here. Take your sweet-smelling sickening soaps somewhere else.

What kind of a question is that.

Obviously Rico.

The repressive, backwards era of the early 21st century reached its apex in Galactic Year 2027, when the despicable chieftain of the most powerful nation launched an attack against a rival culture, ultimately initiating the terminal spiral that obliterated all of the lush forests and deep blue oceans. The most tragic part of Earth's story is that this conflict, this terror -- it was all for the control of archaic, nearly-depleted energy resources, despite an effectively infinite amount of energy being available through contemporary solar and nuclear technology. Unthinkable weapons were unleashed between the nations, and most life on Earth had perished during those dreadful years.

From the ashes, the greatest minds of the remaining humans came together, tirelessly working to find a way to save humankind from ever-looming extinction. Those final years on dying Earth, they were the very brightest of its entire history; the shackles of hatred had finally been cast away, and the repression of the 21st century had been brought to an end; Earth had returned to its former harmonious state. All conflicts had ceased, and humans were allowed to have sex with moles again. Regardless of who their ancestors were or which continent they came from, all of humanity cooperated to develop the colony-ship that ultimately preserved the human species and established contact with the Transgalactic Federation. In the end, it was not Earth that lived on -- but its legacy of resilience in the face overwhelming odds.

Huh? Sorry, I was too busy zoning out to hear what you said.

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