The Cornflakes

My name is Fredrivian. I am a scientists from the planet Frosties 100007829 from the Kellogs Galaxy.

Our society is, as in all cornflake colonies, a collective hub. We have no privacy or secrets and shun individualism of any kind. As a result, we have no individual dwellings and live in great numbers sticking close to one another. Seeing as we don’t require to eat or move, we live in multitudinous numbers varying in accordance to the world’s atmosphere. Though our atmosphere is transparent , or at least translucent, it’s boundary is solid in nature. We have ways to get by this if we so wished, but we don’t. Cornflakes do not naturally leave their planets, not only because they lack the desire to but also because the act is near impossible. Beyond the first atmospheric boundary, is another boundary. An impenetrable area merely referred to as “the casing.”
The cornflakes have lived a life of peace…until recently.

Lately, disturbing reports have been beamed to all worlds. Reports more shrouded in enigma than anything our race has ever encountered. The implications of these tales not only challenge the validity of the Big Corn Theory, but also threaten the entire races existence.

Alien forces have compromised several of our colonies easily ripping past both atmospheric boundaries and throwing several of our comrades out . Few manage to survive for long after the atmosphere’s destruction but those that do tell chilling tales of how our comrades are launched out into Liquid space. This supposed liquid space is believed to be a white area of lactic composition .
From here, they are eaten. Devoured by the colossal alien barbarians.

Research has shown that there lies a possibility, we are nothing but an accident. Nothing more than a foodstuff commodity created by these aliens that somehow managed to become sentient. It is not they who are monsters, but we who are objects.

All what you have heard is my previous research. What you here now, is my current situation. Far as I know, I am the longest survivor of any cereal holocaust that has occurred. I lie at the bottom of a destroyed planet a shadow of my previous self. Nothing but cornflake dust. I’ve had time to think. Now I make my conclusion.

These alien beings cannot be our creators. No being would willingly create something just to toss it into a pool of liquid space and then devour it. Its incornflake. Too cruel to be. I believe our enemies…the weetabix are behind this. They claim to have acquired intergalactic communication and found new races who they are keeping touch with. Supposedly there are coco pops, fruit loops and other ridiculous species if we are to go by their claims.
We disbelieve them…but what if they spoke true. What if they made allies with this race of aliens that torments us? What if they engineered our destruction? This is the only plausible conclusion that can be drawn…I beseech you my brethren, we must go to war. We must protect our own! WE MUST DESTROY THE WEETABIX

(ok so I hate weetabix, I just had to write this ish. A bit weird but it was on my mind for too long)