The Inritus Extraho wrote:Can someone explain the sport of Cricket to me?
So, basically, there were these aliens, right? And they just the hippie-est damn people ever. They'd skip around, singing dainty songs about peace and fucking and whatever, drink themselves into stupors, and just generally being goddamn hippies. Their planet existed in a cloud of dust, one so thick that they never saw the stars, which likely made being stoned considerably more boring (though I assume they had a Pink Floyd equivalent to make it at least somewhat bearable).
Then some bullshit spaceship crashed into their planet and they were all like "Spaceships, man, let's put flowers in its hair!"
So they put flowers in its hair and built their own spaceship. They flew into space with it, looked at the universe and decided "It'll have to go".
They started skipping around with lasers, singing dainty songs about genocide and xenophobia and whatever, murdering two grillion, and just generally being goddamn hippies (who were also Nazis). The other species didn't take kindly to that and beat the shit out of them, but took pity on them, because hippies are pathetic. So the Judiciary in charge of their trial put them in a pocket of infinitely slowed time, where light could not reach them. Now, the aliens live in peace on their homeworld of Krikkit, singing dainty songs about genocide and xenophobia and peace and fucking and whatever, slowly assembling a massive robot army, and just generally being hippie-Nazis (who are also trapped in a Slo-Time Envelope).
And this is all a sport, somehow.
