Sometimes I think about that story “Deathworlders” a lot, where humanity finds out it’s the most sturdy and muscular force in the entire galaxy, and that an average bartender could rip the arms off a member of the second-strongest, incredibly-feared species, and beat them senseless with their own arms.
(Those fuckers tried to land in the middle of a hockey game, and over the course of thirty seconds, the audience went from “oh shit aliens!” to “kick their ass! kick their ass!”)
I’m just saying, I could prolly rip this guy’s arm off with my one good hand, and slap him with it, and leave.
Sometimes I think about that story “Deathworlders” a lot, where humanity finds out it’s the most sturdy and muscular force in the entire galaxy, and that an average bartender could rip the arms off a member of the second-strongest, incredibly-feared species, and beat them senseless with their own arms.
(Those fuckers tried to land in the middle of a hockey game, and over the course of thirty seconds, the audience went from “oh shit aliens!” to “kick their ass! kick their ass!”)
I’m just saying, I could prolly rip this guy’s arm off with my one good hand, and slap him with it, and leave.
Great story, but it descended too far into muscle-wank for my liking.
Yeah. I’m not at that point yet, but once it does, I’ll go find other things to read. Having a good time with it for now.