SLOWMOTO [Ep. 1] - An Ode to Wha...

"Journal Stardate, March 30th, 2026.

 

Yesterday was a nightmare.

 

A god struck the universe with such a mighty fist, killing most of my acquaintances and destroying the Roswell Space Station. The gang that tried to stop him, well.. They were an interesting bunch, to say the least. The rival aliens he controlled died thanks to them, apparently. But Miyamoto caught up to them, and I was the only one who escaped..

 

For all we know, he could reach out to me at any moment, eradicate me to my very core… But as I fly this ship back to my home planet, that has not happened yet, nor any sort of universal destruction.

 

To say that I'm confused would be undermining the unbelievability of this situation. How could so many things have gone wrong, in so little time?

 

Alter egos.. Imagination powers.. The Imaginative Void.. It still sounds so ALIEN to me.

 

In the thousands of years of our species' existence, throughout my 134-year lifespan, I have never heard of such things. And yet, they were all the catalyst for us to meet our maker.

 

If nothing happens still, I am flying back to planet Roswell pronto, and I shall speak to my grandfather about a familiar situation I encountered along the way.

 

Signed, Kurzgesagt Blephens II"

 

 

 

 

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Jhug: Eh? Who could it be?..

 

 

Jhug: Eyyyy, Kurzgesagt, welcome welcome! So glad to see you alive!

Alien: Likewise! I half-thought those damn rivals would've caused trouble here too.

Jhug: Nothing much, other than the station and space debris that rained down here. Disgusting.

Alien: It's a miracle that I even got out of there alive.

Jhug: Damn right! Also uh.. is it me, or is your spaceship different?

Alien: Oh, that's my wife's spare spaceship she parked on Earth years ago.

Jhug: You were at Earth??

Alien: Yeah, I was trying to go there to meet old friends, but then my spaceship ran out of gas. It's a long story.

Jhug: Well, lay it out! I'm all antennas.

 

Alien: The jist of it is..

The rival aliens were actually controlled by our higher god, Miyamoto..

I had to warn the Pensacola guys because I figured they have some connection to him…

I requested to go to NASA to warn them as well, and so a chef guy tried driving me..

Until we saw rival alien spaceships flying through the sky, so we had to hide under the highway..

Then we took my wife's spare spaceship to go through a black hole..

We ended up behind the Big Bang, if you will, and met two other interesting fellows..

One of them was a cloaked Miyamoto from another timeline, but reformed, and whom destroyed the rival aliens..

He teleported us out back near the Pensacola house, but then Mario himself showed up and beat up the cloaked figure because he thought he was Miyamoto..

Then the actual higher god himself teleported to us, and I scrambled to the spare spaceship while the others ran inside the house.

 

Jhug: Wait so.. A HIGHER GOD is angry at us?

Alien: Yeah, pretty much.

Jhug: You said "Mario" correct? Isn't he from that franchise the damn humans on Earth love so much?

Alien: Yes, and that Miyamoto created. Though, that wasn't the same Mario.. It's a whole 'nother can of worms. Basically, our universe is just a derivative version of Miyamoto's.

Jhug: Damn.. That sucks. But uh, you said you traveled through a black hole?

Alien: Correct.

 

Jhug: What do you mean "behind the Big Bang?" Is it another universe?

Alien: No.. Sorry to disappoint, but going through a black hole just takes you to the universe's backstage void.

Jhug: Darn! I knew the outside was too dark to be true.. But it's not like any of us really care to go near those things anyhow.

Alien: How did you get out?

Jhug: Whuzzat?

Alien: How did you escape the void? Me and the chef escaped by someone teleporting us out, but what about you?

Jhug: Ah.. I'm trying to remember, but.. It's been so many years..

Alien: Are you sure? Perhaps it was a hyper-realistic dream?

Jhug: Oh no, I am certain it happened. But about the escaping part.. I do not remember at all.

 

Alien: ..well, if you remember anything, be sure to telecommunicate me. Depending on what it is, it could be critical.

Jhug: What for?

Alien: The truth is, we do not know what the fate of the universe is going to be. And for all we know, those Pensacola guys could never be heard from again. Everything's quite literally up in the air right now.

Jhug: So what are you gonna do next?

 

Alien: I've certainly witnessed a lot, and I still know so little.. I'm gonna have to time travel.

Jhug: Time travel?

Alien: Yeah.

Jhug: Are you planning on collecting information of the past? What if you accidentally change something and your info becomes inaccurate?

Alien: Simple. I'll make a holograph of myself, that the past timeline can't perceive.

Jhug: Are you certain? If it runs out, you're going to strand a time machine, and the company'll fine you.

Alien: The holograph can last up to five hours, which should be all the time I'll need. I will go back to my house and set up the holograph, rent a time machine, and I should be good to go.

Jhug: I do wish you luck, sonny.. If I remember, I'll let you know.

Alien: Sounds good. May we meet again, grandfather.

Jhug: Hope to see you again. Love you, sonny..

Alien: Love you, too.

 

 

Alien: Hey honey. I'm back. Unfortunately, I had to leave my out-of-fuel spaceship behind at Earth, but I retrieved the spare one you parked there years ago.

 

 

Lhavorikt: (Thank God you're alive. You were gone a long time! Did you hear about the rival aliens having their lifeforce drained out of nowhere?)

Alien: Yeah. That was caused by a new ally of mine, I suppose. Though only the cosmos know if they made it out alive after Miyamoto confronted them in the end.

Lhavorikt: (Oh my.. Could it be those same people we met? Our adopted human, Rose too??)

[Lhavorikt begins to put her feet in her mouth in nervousness.]

Alien: I'm afraid so. And I'm going to have to time travel to collect critical information that could, just barely, stop all of this. And hopefully save our human daughter.

…

Alien: Hey, listen. I know we may or may not be doomed, but please, get your feet out of your mouth. Everything may be up in the air, but we have no direct confirmation that our universe will be erased, and Miyamoto has not addressed us directly after the rivals' destruction. I should have enough time to look into the past and collect enough info.

Lhavorikt: (I really hope so..)

Alien: Now, I'm going to set up the holograph machine. My real body will be out of commission until I eventually deactivate. I will hopefully be back before five hours pass.

Lhavorikt: (Sounds great. Best luck out there.)

Alien: Thanks. I love you honey.

Lhavorikt: (Love you too..)