06/18/2007: "CWAL Story Digest (June 12th - 17th)"
Or does it? As the Protoss continue to press their attack on Irvine, the various governments of the world begin to respond to the alien invasion. The Canadian Dominion launch three of their best starships to help repel the the invasion, while a secret order has been given to their agent on the field, Phoebe, to find the heart of the problem inside of Irvine. As an additional incentive to motivate her, the Canadian Emperor has sent word that he may simply choose to incinerate Irvine if the situation is not resolved soon.
Not to be outdone by their northern neighbors, the Americans proceed to unveil their ultimate weapons of ultimate doom, armed with the self-proclaimed invincible commander, Fearless, and his command bridge bursting with bevies of buxom beauties. Even as the Protoss argue on the merits of restraint, deal with heavily caffeinated koala pilots and the appearance of the Zerg in the solar system, Fearless and his competent corp of chicks continue a consistent course to confront them in the name of God, USA, and Fearless' oversized ego.
Back in Earth, Irvine citizens deal with the situation in the only way that any sane person could be expected to when faced with the prospect of sudden death: booze and booty. Even the great, incredible and awesome Emperor Maggott is exhibiting erratic and disturbingly aberrant behavior when, against his entire reputation and history, by choosing diplomacy! And it seems that he's not the only one who's thinking of more loquacity, less lacerations.
Speaking of lacerations, while the PhasCo's own Vektor enters and makes a bowl of lime jello, the dangerous situation inside the company with the three alien invaders has finally wound to a conclusion, but has revealed the existence of an unknown, enormously powerful being in the deepest vaults beneath the company.
And in Canada, a mysterious woman stumbles out of the Great Lakes and gets handed a towel because, after all,
Multiple wars, nearly inconceivable militarization and the rise of a maddeningly erratic dictator still couldn't stop Canadians from being so damned courteous.
Damn those polite Canucks. They are legion, I tell you.