Being Ranked The Second Strongest Alien

Alien abductions are no longer things of science fiction novel and movies. In the late 1940s, UFO and alien sightings became a nation wide phenomenon. With the reported sightings and abductions, came mass media, but also heavy criticism. ‘‘If nothing else, these descriptions illustrate that the AAE is a dynamic, elaborate, and involved experience, rich in contextual detail, with considerable perceptual, psychological, cognitive, and physical concomitants’’ (p. 255). Over the course of seventy years, scientists have delved into the mindset of these victims and uncovered the underlying causes of the reported experiences. Extensive research has been conducted to determine the psychological aspects of

“If anyone is a monster in the film it is humanity, which wounds and kills a messenger who is trying to show it the error of its ways. This concept of extraterrestrial beings being portrayed in a positive light is very important, as it sets the stage for religious movements based on the concept of alien life forms coming to contact humanity in a positive way, not for invasion. ”

One of the main themes the author conveys is fear. In the teleplay, neighbors are afraid of each other because they don’t know who the aliens are and what they will do next. An example of fear is when Charlie shoots Pete Van Horn. Pete was walking back to Maple Street, and Charlie shot him, thinking Pete was the alien. “But.. I didn’t know he was… He comes walkin’ out of the darkness. How am I supposed to know he wasn’t a monster

“You live here?” He sounds almost astonished, or maybe just doubtful. His voice is still flat and cold, although there was dozens of questions he probably had. This man clearly wasn’t a team player. On closer examination, I realize he is a man. When he was out, his face appeared much younger, innocent. That was the harsh reality of this world, this man had been through an immense amount of pain, I noticed it in his eyes.

Where were my team? Were they dead, like Spy? Was I the only one left? I felt nauseous, all these thoughts flooding me weren’t helping my situation. The enemy was calling my name, he would find me and he would kill me.

To have an alien apocalypse is crazy.. We weren't even prepared for this which really stinks, mostly all families have gotten split up. Why would aliens even do this there is no point! “NO POINT” i screamed. Instead of invading us they could have just asked us for help if that the reason why they're coming to invade us. But instead they want to plan this massive attack on us that doesn’t even make sense in my opinion. In the distance i see a creepy guy coming up to me trying to figure out who it was. But instead of moving closer to the guy i ran away! All i hear is “ ma’am i'm here too help, ma’am” My first instinct was to keep running but i fell and this creepy looking guy came up to me and stood looking down at me as i was still on the floor. All i see is this really white guy with four eyes looking at me! STARING AT ME! He lifts up my hand and tells me what he was doing here. He said “ Hello my name is jug-man and i know i'm an alien, but i'm a good alien. I signed up to attack the Virtual world because i wanted to be different, i wanted to be involved in something very big like this attack. But on my way down to LAGS i realized that it isn’t a good idea to attack another planet because they have more than us. So please just go with this plan and tell your other fellow Lagsters that i will soon be able to help by killing my fellow alien

First came the pride, an overwhelming sense of achievement, an accomplishment due to great ambition, but slowly and enduringly surged a world of guilt and confusion, the conscience which I once thought diminished, began to grow, soon defeating the title and its rewards. Slowly the unforgotten memories from that merciless night overcame me and I succumbed to the incessant and horrific images, the bloody dagger, a lifeless corpse. I wash, I scrub, I tear at the flesh on my hands, trying desperately to cleanse myself of the blood. But the filthy witness remains, stained, never to be removed.

First came the pride, an overwhelming sense of achievement, an accomplishment due to great ambition, but slowly and enduringly surged a world of guilt and confusion, the conscience which I once thought diminished, began to grow, soon defeating the title and its rewards. Slowly the unforgotten memories from that merciless night overcame me and I succumbed to the incessant and horrific images, the bloody dagger, a lifeless corpse. I wash, I scrub, I tear at the flesh on my hands, trying desperately to cleanse myself of the blood. But the filthy witness remains, stained, never to be removed.

What would you do if extraterrestrial life came to Earth, running for their lives and trying to get home? This is a question posed in many Science fiction films, books, and texts. In particular, the novel I Am Number Four by Pittacus Lore and the 2009 film Race to Witch Mountain by Andy Fickman. These two texts show contrasting outcomes of what humankind’s response to the unknown may be. The creators of these two texts display the influence of stereotypes, fears which humankind holds, and human likeness to speculate the possible outcomes of human interaction with extraterrestrial life.

Also, another thing WHY in the world would someone shoot a guy??? Shouldn't you ask their name first??! If you think their aliens then at least try and reason with them. The reason I think this part

I think this part was needed to tell that the aliens are no joke and you shouldn't mess with them because the army soldiers shoot one of there aliens.

The landing, smoke, shadows, and worst of all, the button creeps out behind the back of the middle shadow. Except for one thing. Someone’s phone rang. As soon as the phone rang, the aliens froze everyone in their place. Every muscle in my body was glued together in its place. The shadows of the spacecraft that once overlaid the aliens had disappeared. Now the aliens faces were being shown clear as daylight. Their head was three times bigger than body. Their faces had huge bugly eyes about the size of basketballs accompanied by two nostrils without the nose structure and a mouth with no lips. The head was about the size of a beach ball. Their skin color was a greenish grey color. The body was skinny and flat chested with a round belly. Their arms were long and had short stubby legs to go along with them. Their voices were squeaky and sounded as if it could come from some sort of rodent. No ears were visible on their body, so I wonder how they can hear. Each alien looked exactly alike with the same traits in the same areas. Every alien must be a clone. Only the middle alien has different features. It's head is five times bigger than its body and its eyes are 2 times bigger than the regular alien eyes. It was much taller, too. It also carried a five foot torch that bursted with powerful energy. As soon as the phone rang, the everyone froze in their place. Every muscle in my body was glued together with just the simple wave of the middle alien’s wand. The aliens begin to talk among

Imagine aliens in big numbers come to our earth in giant flying saucers. Would you run away from the fear of being killed, would you come to greet them hoping they won't torture you or even kill you. Or would you fear of them bringing death upon you, your family, your city, and nearly all the native population? This is what the natives feared.

“Hello,” a strange, crackly voice said. I turn around and I see one whom I’ve hoped I would never see again. Through my dusty, protective mask I saw a Sidbebug. This was not a bug, it was an alien with blood running down its face, green light shining through its body and one large tooth sticking out of its jaw. “I thought you were gone to your planet with a promise never to return again?” I said. “ We could not help ourselves it’s too fun torturing the humans,” the Sidbebug said. “Go back,” I said in a firm voice. “You are not wanted here. Our army has gotten stronger we can take anything you want to throw at us.” I said.“ I wish you were right but,” then all of a sudden they started to shoot fireballs at us. We took out our shields right away,

It is unfortunate that I must interrupt your haberdashing and tomfoolery and while I make no assumptions on your clearly extraterrestrial origins, I am compelled by happenstance to inform you that I am in possession of a letter of heroism and reprisal, duly issued by the Congress of the United States of America. Thus I shall be shooting you forthwith until you are dead and seizing all of your possessions, as well as any other villainous instruments in your employ, for the purposes of the experimentation and the mobilization of a retaliatory strike to take restitution for the surviving heirs of your victims. Now then, if you would be so kind, please hold