[FWGN] Story of KlingonLands

Day 3,235, 21:46 Published in Canada Italy by Mohawk Warrior

Captians log, Stardate: 416 . 519 . 905

We have followed the star-ship Enterprise to sector 001, where Picard is attempting to stop a Borg incursion upon their home-world. We have remained cloaked and they were unaware of our presence when the Borg launched a time warp sphere into Earths upper atmosphere. Picard followed in its wake and was taken back in time.

Believing that Picard intended to travel back in time to give the primitive humans his advanced technology, we followed him into the time wake to stop him, and were also thrown back in time. When we emerged, I realised that we have not followed the Borg or Enterprise, but we had taken a different time wake further back in time then both of them.

My bird of prey was heavily damaged in the chaos. I alone was able to get to an escape pod and managed to eject. My entire crew was killed as they entered Earths atmosphere but I escaped and landed in what you puny Humans call "Nunavut". Here I met my first 'humans'.


Upon landing I learned from the local humans and hunted seal, fish and whales. After a short period, some humans realised my great Klingon strength, acrobatic skill and ability to take blows. I was approached by someone named "the rock", which he told me was because of his great strength and he asked me to take his place in a arena of death. At first I considered him a coward for such a request, but once he showed me the crowds worshipping and adoring him, my choice became obvious.


It wasn't long before people began to wonder what happened to the real 'Rock', as my style of combat in the arena of death was far superior to his. I killed one too many WWE warriors for them to find look alikes for. This proved to much, I was expelled from their order and threatened with a long life if I didn't comply. Thus, I took to the streets as a homeless Klingon, destitute and eating out of garbage bins.



Although I tried to fashion a temporal communicator out of discarded iphones, the only one I could get to work used android units. I found this strange, as the majority of humans used iphones. Perhaps they are unaware of how stupid they are. My first attempt using the communicator proved to be my last, as I was descended upon by countless humans dressed in the battle armour with lethal weapons. They called themselves "Police".

They couldn't hold me though. I escaped and now run freely through the wondrous nation of eCanada.

I had a bunch of photoshopped imaged shamelessly stolen and modified from the web, but I couldn't figure out how to easily link them so you will have to use your limited human imaginations for imagery 😃.

Now give me 25 comments for my mission and give me that 15 gold pressed latinum.