Challenge #02801-G244: Not as Advertised
A havenworld has heard about the big- dangerous, helpful humans for generations. About a year before they manage to actually make contact, they manage to get their first written-word, non-hearsay written texts on humans. Unfortunately, they don’t understand fiction and have never heard of superhero comic books. – Anon Guest
Human artifacts travel further and faster than the Humans themselves. Some things are just easier to move around in small spaces. Useful Deathworlders also often reach other species before the Humans do. But it’s always the material goods that get there first.
Consider sequential art. Pictures tell stories. Some only need one picture to do it. The masterclass never need words, because many images are universal. Some create different narratives, depending on the viewers, but that is what art is good at.
Now consider comic books. Art is a universal language amongst those with eyes to see. Pictures create writing. Comics use both. They tell stories for those who can only read in short bursts at a time. Comics reach into places where even dogs do not. Many of the less violent ones even reach Havenworlds. Of course, the definitions of ‘less violent’ vary.
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Challenge #02800-G243: Where the Hand Dictates
A deregger colony espoused that they would have a thousand-year reign. They have held onto their power, and the colony fanatically believed in that thousand year reign. It is year 999.
None of their lore held anything to indicate what would happen after the thousand year reign. – Anon Guest
One thousand years of glory! The posters were everywhere. This year, on Landing Day, would be the thousandth year of glorious progression towards a better and more deserving future. One thousand years of the shining CEO’s reigning over all others in their appointed place. The loyal and the hard-working and those who gave their all to the greater gears of progress prospered, whilst the lazy, shiftless, and stupid all worked in the prison-factories for their daily gruel and simple cot in the cells where they belonged.
One thousand years, Bili thought, of nobody to blame but those who came with them. There were still conspiracy theories - there were always conspiracy theories - containing all kinds of invisible organisations for the CEO’s to defeat. All ones who managed to lie their way aboard the original colony ship or arrive via alien intervention through a secret organisation determined to destroy their freedom and peace.
There had to be secret organisations undermining the perfect plan of the CEO’s, because the divine plan of the invisible hand was to create greater joy and prosperity for the deserving and earnest. Those who prospered, were naturally deserving and earnest. How else could they be expected to get where they were? Of course they earned their place through hard work and smart strategies. To think otherwise is to be a part of the secret organisations undermining the perfect plan.
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Challenge #02798-G241: Spit and Determination
This is a second installment for this prompt becuase this was a GREAT one but was a cliffhanger!
https://peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-02703-g146-gathering-for-time
They’d been on the deathworld for nearly 3 months, their human had lost so much weight his health had begun to deteriorate. The simple sugars extracted from the toxic flora were just barely enough to keep the havenworlders alive, and the human was not getting what he needs. The rescue ship arrived to see the human and havenworlders in very bad shape. But they had to leave quickly because some rather bad news was on the horizon, it wasn’t just the plantlife on this place. It was about to start raining and, unfortunately, apparently, in the forest, the rain ended up turning toxic, too.
This world was most definitely not inhabitable for havenworlder or human, but one thing about toxic plants, many of the properties in the past ended up becoming invaluable for medicines in the future. The medics end up finding some very interesting plants for easing pain, deadening nerves, and as sedatives, with a lot of work and processing. – Anon Guest
Our Human was dying slowly. They knew it and so did we. They said they can make it, but this world is barely habitable. Everything out there is toxic, even to our best Deathworlder.
We can easily synthesise the simple sugars and nutrients we need. We will be relatively healthy by the time help arrives. Even if it is barely so. For our human? It is a more complicated problem. Deathworlders evolve in more complicated environments. They need more than sugar, chlorophyll, and simple nutrient peptides.
Those were what was more easily available. That, and an incredible amount of complicated toxins. If we survived this, all of us, we vowed that we would buy Human Kaat the top-of-the-line livesuit they could not previously afford. As a sign of our gratitude. As a sign that they are a part of our pack. As a sign that we are grateful that they are still with us.
We were doing what we could with what we had. That is the most that we can say. In our labs, we have been working to recreate the nutrients Human Kaat needs whilst watching them wither as they worked. It was frightening.
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Challenge #02796-G239: Redemption in Progress
This is a continuation of this prompt, from your story. If it’s ok?
https://peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-02697-g140-a-family-affair
The young woman, despite her past, despite the harassment from her old family, the family that sold her in the first place, had gotten a very good job and, through some series of hard work, and very lucky breaks, ended up quite wealthy. But her old family was still out there, more incised than ever because the fact she was living a rich, comfortable life, when they believe she owed them. It was now time to deal with them. She lived in Alliance territory, and they had come to call.
It wasn’t just an education in books she’d received, it was more than that, far more. Law and Combat. And her favorite game, chess. The game, and Law, is how she learned to he cunning and how she’d gained her wealth. And now combat and cunning was going to teach her old family, once and for all, she was not someone they could mess with. And maybe send a message to the rest from that world, change was inevitable and it was not going to be fun. – DaniAndShali
Vengeance is a dish, they say, that is best served cold. I have become a creature of greater space, and it is very cold indeed. Close to absolute zero. The perfect temperature for revenge.
I have twenty brothers and all of them want me dead. I have a genetic donor somewhere out there who could care less that I still existed, and wanted that to end. My existence is an insult to him or something. Toxic masculinity sucks.
Worse, for all of them, is that I have outpaced my own sire’s worth. It wasn’t very hard. The metrics of that Greater Deregulation are far below the minimum legalities of the Alliance. I could, if I wanted, buy the corporate entity my sire belongs to if I wanted. That would really annoy them.
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Challenge #02795-G238: The Ultimate Plasmotron 6000
While I’m playing some team based game
Some dumba22:
Ooo what’s over here~
Death chat:
[the entire enemy team] absolutely destroyed [dumba22] – Anon Guest
The Humans were very still. There were twenty of them, each concentrating on a screen. It was utterly silent. One of them might mumble now and again, but otherwise, they were transfixed. The only noise was the movement of mice and the click of W A S D keys.
Companion Vresk was only sure of one thing. This was some form of pack bonding activity. These Humans were, if not friends, at least associates in a complicated web that would take weeks to unriddle if Vresk really wanted to work at it.
One of the Humans, apparently investigating something they could see, said. “Ooh, hey. Secret passage. What’s down there?”
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