Negotiate

The fate of the world lies heavy upon your shoulders. Shoulders such as these were never made to bear this burden, but the threads of fate weave their tapestry in mysterious ways. Remembering every discount for a dented can and each kiss coaxed from an uncooperative lover, you employ sharp negotiating skills:

“Clut, this is simply unacceptable. We humans place great value on our children, and most importantly, on our freedom. My people will not stand idly and watch as you turn our planet into a crude resort.”

“Human animal,” replies Clut, “Our technology is far superior to yours and we have ways of compelling your cooperation. With a mere thought I can explode your face.”

Unfazed by threats of face-explosion, you progress to state-of-the-art counter-negotiation techniques: “Maybe so, but with a mere thought I can imagine you don’t exist.”

“Hmmm,” Clut pontificates, scratching what you assume is its head, “It appears we are at an impasse. I suggest we settle this after the ancient human tradition… a contest of skill. As I am far superior to you in every way, you may select the game of your choice. To the victor goes the planet.”

The fate of the world hangs in the balance. While the alien no doubt possesses superior technological prowess, you might outsmart him in a good old-fashioned riddle throw-down. Then again, his flowery countenance exudes physical weakness…

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