[ WP ] Throughout your childhood you are made fun of for `` making up your own language '' , till Earth is contacted by another race and you are the only one that understands them .

I liked to just make up random words when I was a kid. Just simple stuff, replacements for words we already had: *anlique* instead of *fade*, *dinfa* instead of *purple*. I did n't really tell anyone about it until middle school, where I started to get more serious about it, changing sentence grammar and adding new tenses. It tended to be a good conversation starter if the world language we were taking came up, and most people forgot about it, but there were a few people who kept giving me weird looks when it came up. 
 
 By the time high school rolled around, it took up several notebooks with all my notes and vocabulary. I started inventing a world for the language. A world that was lifeless until a single thought from the lone consciousness that inhabited the land brought life to it. The beings that inhabited it were all simply part of the being's unconsciousness. Yeah, i'm not even entirely sure what was up with that either, but I liked it enough to keep it. 
 
 As I entered my senior year and eventually college, I became more interested in science and history of this world. Fleshing out the landscapes and climate of the cold planet, with it's tundra and forests, quickly became insufficient. I began to write a history of the world. The emergent tribes, how they banded together in simple clans for food and shelter. The rise of the first Saint-King, the rise and fall of great kingdoms, all documented and written until our modern day. I was even sketching out their space age and their expansion across the stars. All of this gathered in an ever increasing pile along with the language books that I eventually had to keep in a trunk. 
 
 I was just starting to delve into the biology of my world when *they* came. The air itself seemed to scream as it rent, admitting a enormous object through - a spacecraft. The main body was a cage of cabling, tanks and what were unmistakably weapons mounted near the front. What were presumably vital points had thick silver plating placed strategically around them. It was clearly not designed to be in an atmosphere, yet it floated without any visible means of propulsion. 
 
 Plates near the bottom of the craft opened up, allowing four smaller, black craft out of the bays hidden beneath the plates. They had what were presumably cockpits about the size of an SUV with an engine the size of a semi-trucks trailer. The disproportionate craft glided down past the taller buildings that surrounded campus, setting down near the courtyard where I was eating my lunch. 
 
 The courtyard emptied as soon as they started heading our way, except for a couple of the morbidly curious. It was n't an entirely elegant craft to be sure, crushing part of a ( thankfully uninhabited ) building beneath it as it set down with a mighty crash. A solitary shape dropped from the cockpit to the ground, taking rapid graceful steps across the ground towards me. It was long, and walked on a dozen or so hinged legs. It did n't wear any clothing, but various objects were belted across it's body in several places. As it neared, I saw four beady eyes peering out from a plate across its head, with several antennae sprouting from its face. 
 
 It stopped a few feet from me, lettuce and tomato sandwich partially hanging out of my mouth and spoke a word, it's voice was alien, flanged and throaty, but it's words were definitely those that could be spoken by a human. The word it spoke was one I had known for a long time, it was one of the first words I had ever written down in my little language. 
 
 *'' Allfather. `` *
