# Neuro-song for young Earthlings about benefits of shooter games

Vladimir Aksayskiy

Here's a neuro-song "Snot" for young Earthlings about the benefits of computer shooters.

It's about space orcs from the Warhammer 40,000 universe.

The author is an alien from a parallel world with a non-human mindset :)

In Russian:

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1_D_qLaD3WactZPMrrtPorpEheYR-S7Er/view?usp=drivesdk

In English:

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1BhbVbK7M91IBSROgIahh-aqiPzqO6pve/view?usp=drivesdk

in German:

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1ndm_ftqP8tZoL8ZHxv81l_qIDjiGPC8o/view?usp=drivesdk

in Chinese:

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1VMLG9Gy9XQ1epP5qJ4r9_01hINVCDMQG/view?usp=drivesdk

in Swedish:

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1uEj7bnLD1jZmpG07sSe9vgp3C1pzHtz_/view?usp=drivesdk

in French:

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1HtAuusAE3JzPKiai7WUDSXLd3iyg8o0A/view?usp=drivesdk


Lyrics:


In Armageddon's skies - the campfires smoke,

A snotling in the cockpit, small and grim.

Hes destined for the dawn, a cruel joke,

A hunched-up figure in a tin-can rim.


He is no hero, life is his desire,

But strapped onto a mine, he waits the end.

Theres no one left to blame, no soul to hire -

Just how it goes where desert sands extend.


Below him - sands and ridges made of rust,

The sights find tanks and bunkers, all the same.

No "WAAAGH!" inside his head, just void and dust,

Stored forty thousand years in silence's name.


He moves the lever with a hand so dry,

His eyes are tearing from the fuels sharp sting.

Is there a peace? Why must he even try?

The gray plain is the only future thing.


The blast will hit, the rattling will die,

No one will recall the name he bore.

A pair of dirty hands beneath the sky,

And smoke within the distance evermore.


Ive flown through life just like that little snot.

Perhaps in vain... the Warp awaits my lot.


AI Overview:

In space fantasy and related genres, particularly within the Warhammer 40,000 universe (such as WH40K: Tacticus), Snotlings (often abbreviated to Snotlings) are the smallest, weakest, and most stupid members of the Ork race.

While not considered "mythical" in the classical sense (like elves or dragons), they represent an element of grotesque fantasy:

Role:

Snotlings are the lowest caste of Ork society. They perform menial tasks, acting as living ammunition or "pets" for larger Orks.

Appearance:

Tiny, green-skinned creatures resembling mushrooms or goblins.

Traits:

They are so small that Orks often use them as "human shields" or load them into cannons.

Personality:

They are known for their cowardice, but can also be quite cunning in large numbers.

In other science fiction works, the term "snot" can be used as a derogatory term for small aliens or creatures.