Usually you can only find the original story if you do "view source" on these Nevermore classes, but this one doesn't make enough sense unless you see the original story, so I'm including it.
(u/Toyetic) (6 points)
[WP] When a group of fifth dimensional aliens tries to make contact with the human race, their attempt tears the laws of reality apart. They do their best to fix them, but as they're unable to communicate with us, they're forced to base the reconstruction on our media.
(u/Spike-Rockit (that's not me)) (3 points)
"We broke it! Oh Horb, we broke it!"
"Wait, what happened?"
"What happened?! What happened?! We tried to make contact with the little 3D people and we broke their reality, That's what happened!
"Ooooh, well, okay yeah, that's bad"
"No svit that's bad! Listen, we've gotta fix this"
"Well, I dunno..."
"No, no, listen, High Commander Vizax is going to be here in less than 3 rotations and I can NOT lose this job so we are going to fix this"
"Okay, okay... but..."
"But what?!"
"Well, how are we going to fix it if we can't even talk to the little guys to find out what it's supposed to be like?"
"Svit... svit, you're right"
"Maybe We should just wait for the High Commander to get here and..."
"Listen Glark, it's Glark right?"
"Yeah, I'm Glark"
"Great, I'm Pebert, nice to meet you offically. Now, listen Glark, this is the fourth time I've been on a first contact team where something went wrong"
"Wow, fourth?"
"Yes Glark, fourth. Now I'm not saying those other screw ups were my fault, and I'm not saying they weren't, I'm just saying four in a row looks bad. Right?"
"I mean..."
"See, that's what I'm saying. I'm gonna get fired here Glark. My wife is in budding season Glark, I'm about to have a pod full of offspring, I can't lose this job"
"I'll say. And with the holidays coming and all"
"Exactly! So, are you gonna help me here Glark, ol' buddy, ol' pal? Or am I gonna have to figure a way to pin this mess on you?"
"Alright, alright, no need to get you gills in a quiver. I'm in, but I still don't see how we're gonna get it right without talking to them"
"Ah see, I was thinking about that myself and I think maybe we've got the next best thing"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, see we've got hours and hours of their transmissions"
"Transmissions?"
"Yeah, they blast out these simple transmissions, audio/video whatever all through space, that show what life on that little mudball was like before we florked it all up"
"Hey, I know you're freaking out man but like, language, y'know?"
"Sorry, Glark, sorry. But listen, what do you think?"
"Oh yeah man, I mean, I think maybe it could work. Lemme just absorb some of these video whatevers"
"Yeah, I'll get the equipment ready for some heavy duty reality reformation while you're at it"
"Hey Pebert, you sure these things are accurate?"
"What? Yeah, they must be. Why?"
"I dunno just seem kinda contradictory. I mean, some of em anyway"
"Glark, Glark listen. There's not time okay? We're looking at less than 2 rotations now before the High Commander arrives and I'm telling you we need every attosec of that time to get this done"
"Alright, alright I was just saying is all"
"Well don't! Okay?! Think of my spawn Glark, all my hungry little spawn that I can't feed cause Glark sat around questioning the internal inconsistencies of a little 3D culture and daddy lost his job!"
"You're right, Pebert, I'm sorry, let's get in there, all appendages on deck"
"Great, great, okay so, we're gonna split the jobs okay?"
"Sounds fair"
"Fantastic, so, I'm going to start making some of the 3Ds more powerful than the others with bright colored outer coatings and limited ability to bend the laws of three dimensional physics, then I'm gonna do the thing with the robot armies that seem to be able to travel in 4 dimensional space, and then I'll make sure that whenever a social grouping of five or more of them meet up to consume liquids every other sentence or so is followed by strange disembodied laughter"
"Okay, good start. What do you need me to do Pebert?
"Okay, first you need to get at least two or three islands set up where they dress in odd, colorful outer coverings and kill each other for sport, then make sure that all of their medical and legal facilities are filled with attractive members of the dominant species and that they spend at least half their time preoccupied with procreation"
"Got it. But one thing..."
"Yes Glark? I ask as precious time continues to slip by"
"Well, how can I tell which 3Ds are the most attractive?"
"Obviously the one's with the biggest faces proportionate to their bodies, get your brain stalk out of your cloaca"
"Alright Pebert, no need to get angry"
"You're right Glark, I'm sorry, it's stress y'know?"
"Oh I'll bet, mate in budding season and all. How many sprouts so far?"
"147 Glark, 147 horb-forsaken sprouts"
"Oof, well, let just get this done pal"
"Thanks Glark"
"No problem, you'd do the same for me"
"I would now pal, oh hey one more thing, don't forget to make sure to reanimate the dead, we need the corpses to sort of shamble around hungry for the flesh of the still living."
"You got it. Don't worry, Pebert, by the time High Commander Vizax gets here this place'll be good as new"
(u/burtleburtle (that's me)) (2 points)
"Twas quite funny. Alas, professor, we felt twould be insufficiently obnoxious to simply review this one. Tis calling for ..."
o Glark o Glark!
My squares went round and me wife's a lizard!
I'm seein t'ground wit me gizzard!
T'world doona work, tis all been borked!
Whatever shall we do?
Yomamma, with an arm across her forehead: "Oh hep me, hep me!"
Dood: "Never fear, I am here!"
Yomamma: "o tank you, now I can eats your brains!"
Class: HA ha HA ha HA ha HA
The octopus Watifa, in a fast synthetic Stephen Hawking voice:
"Get a grip, Glark, Pebert's not a guy you want to tangle
with, svit, don't you KNOW that by NOW?
and another thing:
you say you BROKE our world but really it is YOURS
that's a FARCE
physics, schmysics, you're a setup for a slapstick
but I must admit big faces and not boobs would make more sense"
Omigaw: "o where o where has me little dog gone?"
Friggin: "somewhere in t'fift dimension?"
o Glark!
(won't you grow a backbone?)
o Glark!
(o please take t'time t'tink!)
o Glark!
(fire Pebert, he deserves it)
o Glark!
you're our only
HOOOOOPE!