I'll revisit my old cropcircle in the forrest and scream at the alien entities to show themselves, in my chemically induced psion-state of Astral Combat. We will do battle, I will be victorious, and I shall seal them in the Nth Dimension for 1,000 years, effectively saving the world yet again. Same old, same old for this omnipotent cosmonaut.
The only reason I bother to save this planet is this server. If ever I do find something better, all of mankind and civilization shall cease to exist within 20 generations... unless I so choose to visit for a strawberry/chocolate/banana smoothie.