Day Fifty Seven Million... And One. (Maybe. Hard to count out here.)
The landscape is changing...
I've long since reentered the universe with the humans in it to reclaim what I am now calling my birthright, a special hill that is different because... because.
I've noticed two things since I've approached the last known position where the hill was:
1) Yup. I'm in the right place, and that wierd vortex a while ago seemed to ensure I'm in the right time.
2) I've managed to avoid, but cannot enter, a strange Field of Suppressing Aggressive and Naughty Naughty Thoughts (FSANNT, as the Romans used to say), that works on carbon based organics and silicon based organics, including both those based on phosphorus, and on arsenic, as well as most synthetics. It only doesn't work on... whatever ninja person is made of.
Luckily, my cannons can fire on the smart guys and get them knocked down for a while, but I must find the FSANNT Generator quick. *fires*
The landscape is changing...
I've long since reentered the universe with the humans in it to reclaim what I am now calling my birthright, a special hill that is different because... because.
I've noticed two things since I've approached the last known position where the hill was:
1) Yup. I'm in the right place, and that wierd vortex a while ago seemed to ensure I'm in the right time.
2) I've managed to avoid, but cannot enter, a strange Field of Suppressing Aggressive and Naughty Naughty Thoughts (FSANNT, as the Romans used to say), that works on carbon based organics and silicon based organics, including both those based on phosphorus, and on arsenic, as well as most synthetics. It only doesn't work on... whatever ninja person is made of.
Luckily, my cannons can fire on the smart guys and get them knocked down for a while, but I must find the FSANNT Generator quick. *fires*