The Love Song of Alfred Prufrock

[ka3327]

Dear Sir named Cliff,

I like GSB a bit. I am a fan, as much as that means.

However, this:

There will be a time for peace in the galaxy, where life-forms can skip through the fields and read poetry, unworried by the threat of war, but this is not that time. There will be a time for song, time for cakes, time for long afternoon strolls, but this is not that time. There will be time for love, time for joy, time for writing that novel you know you have in you somewhere, but this is still not that time.

This is a time for war. Huge war, galaxy-spanning war, where the cries for mercy from the citizens of captured worlds will reverberate around the bridge of your flagship. A time for honor, for glory, for huge profits for people in the defense industry. This is a time for galactic conquest.

I am smitten with you sir.
A good game and a great poem.
Your efforts have not gone unnoticed.

Thanks,
3327

[Archduke_Astro]

Yep, it’s a dandy way to get in touch with one’s inner megalomaniac. It’s not easy, the life of a spacegoing Genghis Khan. You think the little people value being given the shining privilege of rendering tribute eternall###uhhh, I mean, coming under your protection? Think again…

…some days, it’s just not even worth getting out of bed.

This is how the game ends
Not with a bang but with a whimper.