It's funny because you KNOW that's how it all would've went down...
Michael: You DARE claim that Emperor Fëanor would be more awesome than Emperor Palpatine?!
rhaella : yes
Michael: You're fucked up.
rhaella:
Michael: If Palpatine and Fëanor switched places...
rhaella: the empire would have self destructed much sooner XD
Michael:
MOFF TARKIN: My Lord, the Rebel Alliance have stolen the Death Star plans.
EMPEROR FËANÁRO: GRARGH! I do swear an oath in the name of Eru! NOW LET'S GO PURGE EVERY PLANET THAT DOESN'T ONE HUNDRED PERCENT AGREE WITH ME FROM EXISTENCE!
DARTH VADER: Yay foolish oaths! I'm in!
MAEDRON: Father, Melkor has stolen your Silmarils.
PALPATINE: Morgoth I name him, Dark Foe of the World. Now let us sit, and conjure a plan that might win back our Silmarils. Mayhap it shall take several decades, but when it comes to Morgoth, how can brute force possibly achieve anything?
MANWË: Oh goddammit Michael stop glorifying the guy.
MICHAEL: Shut the fuck up Manwë.
rhaella: XDDDDD
rhaella: that needs to be saved somewhere
Michael: IN THE END:
The Galactic Empire implodes on itself when everyone gets pissed that the aesthetically-pleasing Death Star eliminates 75% of all life-sustaining planets and the vast majority of the rest.
Palpatine wins back his Silmarils by spending fifty years orchestrating a war between the Valar and Morgoth. Afterwards, he cons the entire Circle of Doom into electing him as Vice-regent of Arda, to insure a safer and secure society, thus allowing him to rule over Eä for all eternity. That is, until he got cocky and he started frying Morgoth's son and was thrust into a nearby reactor shaft.
rhaella: XD
Michael: *is now imagining Aman as having randomly placed reactor shafts all over the place*
rhaella: I wouldn't put it past Aule
rhaella : yes
Michael: You're fucked up.
rhaella:
Michael: If Palpatine and Fëanor switched places...
rhaella: the empire would have self destructed much sooner XD
Michael:
MOFF TARKIN: My Lord, the Rebel Alliance have stolen the Death Star plans.
EMPEROR FËANÁRO: GRARGH! I do swear an oath in the name of Eru! NOW LET'S GO PURGE EVERY PLANET THAT DOESN'T ONE HUNDRED PERCENT AGREE WITH ME FROM EXISTENCE!
DARTH VADER: Yay foolish oaths! I'm in!
MAEDRON: Father, Melkor has stolen your Silmarils.
PALPATINE: Morgoth I name him, Dark Foe of the World. Now let us sit, and conjure a plan that might win back our Silmarils. Mayhap it shall take several decades, but when it comes to Morgoth, how can brute force possibly achieve anything?
MANWË: Oh goddammit Michael stop glorifying the guy.
MICHAEL: Shut the fuck up Manwë.
rhaella: XDDDDD
rhaella: that needs to be saved somewhere
Michael: IN THE END:
The Galactic Empire implodes on itself when everyone gets pissed that the aesthetically-pleasing Death Star eliminates 75% of all life-sustaining planets and the vast majority of the rest.
Palpatine wins back his Silmarils by spending fifty years orchestrating a war between the Valar and Morgoth. Afterwards, he cons the entire Circle of Doom into electing him as Vice-regent of Arda, to insure a safer and secure society, thus allowing him to rule over Eä for all eternity. That is, until he got cocky and he started frying Morgoth's son and was thrust into a nearby reactor shaft.
rhaella: XD
Michael: *is now imagining Aman as having randomly placed reactor shafts all over the place*
rhaella: I wouldn't put it past Aule