[ WP ] You 're part of a mysterious human breed , with powers relating to your Zodiac sign . Suddenly , with the news of another Zodiac existing , these new powers emerging are unlike those you have ever seen .

`` Buckets? Why would buckets be a swear word to them?'' 
 
 My best friend stared at me with his aviators with a mischevious look on his face. He leaned forward, his blonde hair edging down. I could see myself in the reflection of his glasses as he said, 
 
 `` because that's how that's where they are born.'' 
 
 I knew my best friend for about as long as I could remember. I remember the exact date that I met him all those years ago: April 13th. My birthday. I used to be so gullible back then. I still am, but not as bad as I was. He was fun from the beginning. He could see the irony in everything and he eloquently knew how to explain things in a way that you did n't know if he was messing with you or not. To my knowledge though, he has never been wrong. 
 
 `` In buckets?'' I said in disbelief. 
 
 `` Buckets,'' he said confidently as he got up and went to his computer. 
 
 `` You see,'' he continued, `` they are bred in buckets instead of within organisms. I've learned that somehow all of the creatures that produce what we understand to be the egg and the semen are produced within these aliens bodies and then they are mixed with the mixture from other aliens to create what I can best describe as larvae. Naturally, because it's such a deeply personal experience, they do n't really talk about it and it's like a taboo to them, hence why its such a big deal when someone says'bucket.''' 
 
 `` Cool,'' I said glancing at his desk. There were books more or less piled about and a turntable. He had his favorite Vinyl on it, but it was craps to listen to because it had a giant scratch down the middle. He only played it when his brother was in his room. They liked to spar a lot with swords In fact, that's how the vinyl got scratched.... 
 
 `` What do they look like? Are they like us at all?'' I refocused my attention to the conversation, but I did n't want to seem too eager to know in case he was messing with me. 
 
 `` They look like us I guess. They look about our age. There's one slight difference I noticed so far, they have grey skin.'' 
 
 `` Grey? Which shade? There's like 50 of them.'' I realized I sound like an insensitive racist, but I had know. 
 
 `` Not sure, they seemed to be from the same family, given how they interact with each other. I did find one odd thing though.'' 
 
 `` What?'' I asked, now genuinely curious. 
 
 `` They called themselves....trolls.'' 
 
 `` You birdbrain,'' I knew you were messing with me. 
 
 `` What if I told you....'' I threw a pillow at him, not allowing him to continue. 
 
 `` If you are going to use a meme, now, after leading me on like that you got another thing coming and by my Sign, I'll cut you.'' I said. 
 
 `` Whoa whoa, calm down there, I do n't want you to grow a horn out of your head, and speaking of horns. Did you know that they have horns too? In fact, if you rub them, it apparently makes them hor-'' 
 
 Like I said, my best friend, John, finding the irony in....Nvm, he's going to get it 
 
 As I threw another pillow at him, I punched him aiming at the bicep under the red sleeve of his shirt and said, `` you know nothing, Dave!'' 
 
 He managed to get the last word as he said, `` are n't you the one who is supposed to know nothing, John?'' 
 
 And with that I hammered him some more.... 
 
 
 
 Hope you enjoyed it! I hope there were enough references to get! *drops Mic*
