h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

What the bugger are you dropping into Saturn to kill Earth? The battle is actually over since Kiro went hiding for a few centuries. As for the rules destruction of the solar system is not prohibited but it is stricly frowned upon; especialy by the sun god.

Have you ever read _Dark as Day_, by Charles Sheffield? (It's the sequal to _Cold as Ice_ and _The Ganymede Club_. In it, dark as day pellets are small pellets that cause rapid phase changes in hydrgen and helium. Basicly, if you put them in a vat of gas H or He, it turns to liquid and then solid quickly. If you were to drop them in Saturn or Jupiter, the planet would turn solid, and, because solids are so much denser than gasses, it would shrink a lot. Shrinking like this would release an enormous amount of energy (the outer parts would all fall inward). This energy release would fuse the H and He in Jupiter or Saturn, basicly making it go nova. Noone inside the orbit of Pluto would survive for long.

However, since Apollo doesn't want em to destroy the inner and middle solar system, I'll undo it. Remember, I'm the Deity of the Nonexistance of the Supernatural. I can make myself and my actions disappear. If I didn't exist when I dropped them in, they clearly didn't get dropped in, so Saturn didn't go nova, so the solar system is still here.

I haven't read those books, any of them, interesting concept though. Now that I think of it I don't think Apollo has a title other than founder of Mt. Olympus; I was actually referring to Ra.

The nut with the quantitative name said:
"I don't know who the bugger you are but that was silly.
*Several Rangers turn and shoot the life out of Artenshiur.*"

I don't know about anyone else, but that sounds somewhat omnipotent to me. And we don't play with omnipotent people, now do we children? Besides, at whom was I swinging the axe? You don't know! And thus if anyone's silly, it's you. And third of all, my presence here is Arten, a non-living being. Utterly omnipotent. Not at all fun to play with, just here to annoy the gods as much as possible. So don't bother fighting with me, it's somewhat pointless.

My apologies for two things: being very hostile, and being very late.

To the nut that's hostile and extremely late,
I shot the life out of you as a general phrase. Being gods, omnipotent and all, I assumed that you couldn't be killed just like that and did so (to coin a general phrase) just to annoy you as much as possable. As for why I had them shoot you, well you were either swinging at me, the Rangers or Kiro, and I would rather have liked to stick him in a jam myself. And bytheway *Rangers make camp and have supplies flown in as they've continued to shoot at Arten for the past couple of months, having a great time at it*

Hoom. I would appear to have become a rather large pincushion.

Just a detail: I'm not a god, I'm just omnipotent and hang around them too much.

A b9nr515 sent me here to fight him. It’s a bit nippy here isn’t it?

Is it? I was sure that I turned the sun on. *snaps fingers and advances time until the sun shines directly upon Ben* That better?

A bit. I’m from Ireland, so I’m used to temperatures of –125degrees. Although, I think I’ll go and get a jacket. *Ben leaves. Comes back a minute later with a jacket on.*

Well then, shall you start or shall I?

You’re being very courteous for somebody who is about to beat me six ways from Dontbry.

If I'm going to beat you that badly, the least I can do is give you the first turn.

Alright then . . . my bishop to your knight. Check.

*Wonders how on the first move Ben just used a bishop to take a knight* O.k. then king takes knight. Oh, and where's the board?

This isn’t a christian bishop. It’s a special voodoo bishop. It has the amazing ability to kill knights from a long way away.

We can’t see the board because it only exists in one dimension.

My pawn takes your Queen.

Yes well then, my special voodoo bishop resurects my queen. Queen takes King's pawn three.

My knight takes your voodoo bishop. Your Queen dies again. My pawn is resurrected.

I was never any good at chess anyway. *With a flick of the wrist a small metior smashes through to the first demension and takes out a large chunk of Ben's side of the board. You have lost several pieces.*

Hmm, that explosion seems to have pushed my pieces into a perfect position.

*Moves rook one square forward.*

Checkmate!

Do I look like your mate?
*moves king into the carefully guarded postion the queen once held, takeing the pawn that Ben never bothered turning into anything else*
That's falsely declaring checkmate, a very serious offence in chess circles.