Cyth Sayings

Insults Threats Brags Complaints Praise
Your mind has primitive neurons. Prepare for the lowest doom. We, the interdimensional, claim this planet. The great suffering we endure is from you. Embrace evil, for you understand it so completely.
We do not concern ourselves with the insignificant. We stop toying with you. Now we come for real. This world anticipates our embrace. So little is left of our colony…. Your brain is such an exquisite specimen.
Defeat is your only true ambition. Ha, ha, ha, ha…. There can be only one colony remaining. And that one is the Cyth. Leave us be… with our thoughts…. You possess a huge capacity for wickedness.
Twist your muscles all day. They're all you possess of any significance. Abandon all hope. Embrace hopelessness…. Someday you will clean my tubes. Upon my mask, I, I, am tired. Promise me that you shall always be so evil.
You overestimate your physical being. You will fade away…. Do you not believe your destiny of defeat? No one understands the Cyth burden. They call us villains, but what do those primitive minds know.
Nothing can come from a colony run by incompetence. Dread us. The Cyth make worlds happy. Our powers ebb…. Your devious nature even surpasses many Cyth.
There is no need for your victory. The Cyth will lift all your worries. We are beyond your weakening grasp. Take this planet if you want. The Cyth have other plans. Frolic in your nightmares.
Analyze your chances. Then be depressed. Say farewell to this planet. Our ascendance is inevitable. How did your colony get so… powerful? Many Cyth would love to get your autograph. Or a nerve sample, whichever you prefer.
You are not worthy of your medulla oblongata. Let us have it. There is a black sun looming over your dying horizon. Even my breath would burn incisions on your skin. You are overwhelming us! Revel within your inner darkness.
How trivial your colony is. My fingers will squeeze the breath from your failing colony. With a twitch of my mind your buildings would be rubble. NO! We can only respect an enigma such as you.
Those territories shall be your ruin. Your end will soon arrive. Be ready. We anticipate our victory. The Cyth dream, you've destroyed it! Your fluids are some of the most perfectly balanced in the galaxy.
Your technology only makes you more laughable. Please, oh please, come into my territories. You may be… my guest. Commit yourself to the Cyth victory. Our factories, power plants, farms… are dwindling…. Use your deep voice to intimidate them. And then speak very slowly.
The Cyth do not fear you. The Cyth reach is far. No one can thwart us. Injustice! Injustice! So many fools trust you. I am jealous.
Your weapons are no match for our minds. We have exactly numbered your remaining days. Now we emerge. And we are supreme! Someday we will get our revenge! You embrace the abyss with proper glee.
Your growth is of little consequence. The time is soon right for you to writhe in misery. We look forward to taking over your research center. My territories are worth nothing. Bravo, bravo.
An economy like yours means disaster. We shall eliminate you. Our factories eclipse yours. Even our psionics fail us. There are nerves and then there are your nerves.
How inept you are. Prepare for our judgment. We shall vanquish all opposition. The Cyth purpose is being decimated. How impressive your spine is….
Gauge your selves by us. Then you will truly understand your failure. Concede. Or we'll bathe you in the ashes of your colony. Our victory shall stain this planet… forever. Wretch. You have upset our meditations. Do you ever frighten yourself?
What part of your body do you think with, anyway? From now on you need to believe only in your defeat. The face of evil is defined by Cyth features. Our new world would have been so pretty covered in dark, ominous clouds. Your brain stem is a malignant masterpiece.
Your machines break down as often as your plans. Shelter from our oncoming storm is denied you! Be warned. We can obliterate your chances. I go now to mutter in the gathering twilight. You smother joy with gusto!
Your military is like an old nightmare. Hazy and insignificant. The buildings you own will be eliminated. We are fear. Shall we always be condemned to a meaningless physical existence?  
Only a few individuals fascinate us. You are not one of them. This is our ultimatum. Leave. We're not bad. We're worse. Do not attack us. It would be so easy. Remorse would plague you forever….  
Wipe your chin, wretch. You're drooling. Reflect upon your existence. For it will be short. Cyth strategy is too daring for most to understand. The joy is gone from my depression.  
The air you breath is too clean. You shall plead and wail. In the end, they all do that. I feel so merry today.    
What you call strategy, we call confusion. We shall turn your screams into music. What we do not understand is of no consequence.    
Attack us soon. Our soldiers need training. There is something you have that we need. I believe you call it a spleen. Your dull senses make it easy for us to evaluate your mind.    
  We dream about being your nightmare.      

Last Updated on 1/8/99
By The Barney_Killer