Two species and a dream, that the other one would cease to be. Long the two sides had fought, until the humans arrived to say their thoughts.
"Stop that bickering at once, can't you see the pain your causing each other?"
"That is the point." The two replied in chorus, more alike than apart.
"But your brothers and sisters, can't you see?"
"We can see a need for them to cease to be!" Each referring to the other, but in chorus once again.
"Then we will make you see the way of peace, by force!"
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At first the humans were successful, far less fighting when they both prepared for the coming invasion. Even some tentative attempts for an 'temporary stopping of stabbing each other' were made, until they realized that the humans were nowhere to be found. They had been fooled!
Horrified by what they had become, but unable to stop themselves. After all, they had just proven that it was possible for them to stop fighting for five bloody minutes. At least if there was promises of far greater amounts of blood to come later.
They tried some half hearted attempts at invading each other as in olden times, but it just wasn't the same. In the end they determine that this was the humans fault, for being so sneaky.
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Now they hadn't technically been attacked, which presented somewhat of a conundrum. How to justify it? In the end the old saying, "Sticks and stones may hurt my bones, but words are just the worst!" came to the rescue. With it they could clearly show that the humans were just the worst, as they had hurt none of their bones and used words. Some even speculated that they didn't even have sticks and stones. They were quickly relegated to a mental institution, specializing in treating massive illusions concerning sticky things.
Next problem was that the humans were awfully far away. Some suggestions of simply moving all the planets, were tempting. Would certainly shorten the supplie lines. But in the end they decided on something far more terrifying, more despicable, more nefarious than they had ever even done to each other. They decided to use their words!
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Training camps were set up to train troops in this new mode of combat. After many months, they were ready. Connecting to the humans 'internet' they would start their wordly invasion!
"You are all big poheads, and you smell like it!"
Forward with their best insults at hand they decided on a suitable target, 4chan! They didn't know precisely who this '4chan' were, but all mentioning of him seemed to be in a negative light. Clearly a suitable target to test their combat divisions on.
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Five divisions made their attack. By sunset, only one remained.
It was a dark wordy day for both of their people, to sure of themselves they had launched a large scale attack on the very first day. Only now, with so many troops strapped on to mental beds, were their mistake clear.
They tried to contact the '4chan' to surrender, but received even more attacks in return. Unable to bear this onslaught, all communication with the humans were ended. But not before all the humans attacks had been saved and categorized.
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A new dawn broke, and a new type of conflict between them emerged, with words! And some minor stabbing for tradition. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words cause physiological damage that will never heal.