Radio Contact"I... I can't believe it. Those things, those monsters... they, they just came out of nowhere!"
"Get ahold of yourself, Johnson! You're the commanding officer on this mission!"
"I... they ate Corporal Hitch. One of them torn Jean's arm off and beat Denial with it. They ate Corporal Hitch!
"It... I've seen combat but, this."
"Johnson. Commander Johnson?"
"There wasn't supposed to be life down here... and they ate him."
"Uh... right, the mission. I got to... yes, right."
"You with us?"
"With you, Base Camp. Continuing to Point Alpha, Mark 30 feet."
"Be safe, Johnson."
"Approaching the turn marked by the sonar map. Marking with tracer."
"Mm.. humph. Ugh... marker down."
"Good job. Move another 30 feet Southeast and drop marker three."
"Southeast? We were supposed to continue west. Why the change?"
"Your duty is to fill orders, not question them."
"Grr... suits, scientists, and desk jokies. You didn't lose men down here!"
"We understand tha
Dear Alpha MaleDear Alpha Male;
Hello to you, Alpha Male, I greet you as a friend if only to tide back your hostility a small moment. I am the guy who lives across the hall, down the street or even in your house and I must say that I am not impressed with your behavior. Know, that, I am not here to complain. You have never once stolen my girlfriend, kicked dirt at me or spit in my face. In fact, I am a ghost to you, an impartial observer to your brutish Neanderthal behavior. I am, for all intent and purpose, only here to give insight on what it is I see. In many cases I am your friend, perhaps someone you talk with casually every-so-often who shares a similar interest in art or philosophy. Someone who, unlike the rest of your friends, has an essence of intelligent thought within their mind with which you either identify with or, perhaps on a small scale, envy.
Now who am I, do you ask? When I am within your group, I am Beta Male. I question your actions as to why you act as you do, how others are wil