Challenge #02460-F270: Like Humans Do
“Don’t worry I based this defence system off a deathworlder immune system”
As I ask in a shaken voice, “What kind?”
It bares its teeth, that I later I learned it was a sign of affection. “Humans”
(A quick lesson to the immune system https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zQGOcOUBi6s) – Anon Guest
The thing about Deathworlder immune systems, is that they evolved to deal with Deathworlder problems. As such, they could be viewed as needlessly complicated. They could also be viewed as deadly, hyperactive, and entirely too aggressive, especially with some of their ‘kill or cure’ tactics.
Thron nervously glanced at the Human who had installed the system. “It isn’t going to immolate the entire base, is it?”
The reply was not disarming of Thron’s concerns. “Only as a last resort. Residents and employees will get plenty of warning to evacuate before then. Shall I walk you through everything?”
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Challenge #02459-F269: Endless Fascination
While assisting the Archivaas, Shayde discovers Dr. Pimple Popper. – Anon Guest
[AN: Trigger warning for gore and surgery for that entire channel. Go in prepared for disfiguring nastiness on all counts]
It was fairly common to find Shayde entranced in the viewing lounges of the Archivaas video archives. It was not that common to find her there without food or beverages within spill-safe containers. This viewing had her sitting almost immobile and staring intently at the screen.
Rael knew better than to look at what she was watching, as the headphones were a dead give-away that the goings-on she was watching were overloaded with offensensitivity warnings. Nevertheless, he had one question, “What is all of this?”
“Trainwreck hypnosis,” she said. “Skin blemishes turned up tae eleven.”
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Challenge #02456-F266: The Tough Nut
“I would like to acquaint your facial features, with the fundamentals of a brick wall, at high velocity, REPEATEDLY.” – Anon Guest
“Thrown or wielded?” challenged the Human.
This was not the expected reaction to a threat. K'rux startled for a second or two. “You are meant to be intimidated by my bulk and violence,” they protested. “That will make you go away.”
The Human raised one of their furry eyebrows. “You’re new, aren’t you? Haven’t had the entire introduction to the Galactic scene, yet. Right? You can call me Daz. I’m a Human.”
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Challenge #02454-F264: You’re in Trouble Now
Newscast Breaking news!
Successful but peaceful Human colony world “Nirvana” a category 2.5 Deathworld, gifted to the humans for their contributions during the Acridith Incursion, has been attacked via Orbital Bombardment. Casualties are expected to be to be in the in the 10’s of thousands, with the Injured numbering in the Millions.
The Vorax Empire has immediately distanced themselves from the atrocity and ,in a once unfathomable move, has offered aid, condemning the unknown aggressors for attempting to destabilise the most peaceful and prosperous period in galactic history. Humans are attending the colony world en mass, to render aid, medicine and shelter to survivors
All Heavenworlders are advised to avoid the region unless directly involved in the relief effort.
Humans as a species, while having a proclivity for war, have innate pursuit predatory abilities due to their Deathworlder evolution. Until now, Never had it been seen in the combined Allegiance, Vorax, or Human histories, a species wide predatory drive or hunt. Human scouting ships are are already tracking the distortion and slipstream wakes. – Adam From Darwin
In retrospect, the Humans said, they really should have named the planet something like Asspit. Planetary colonies with optimistic names always have a bad end. This made absolutely zero sense to the Vorax, but that’s Humans for you. The species with the widest reputation for battle, war, and sudden death of their enemies is also, by pure happenstance, the goofiest.
Nevertheless, Nirvana was burning. The Humans who settled there weren’t stupid. They had prepared for cataclysm and most were warned in time of the bombardment. Those who weren’t… well… there was still an unfathomable number of the injured, dead, and dying. There were still epic amounts of ruin. Nirvana’s crops this year were craters, burning fields, and an atmosphere of despair. Whoever attacked couldn’t have selected a better time than Cyclone Season, thus whipping all the atomised ejecta all through the atmosphere and threatening a Fallout Winter.
The Vorax, by now, knew which side of the bread the whipped lactate fats were on, and immediately offered help. So, too, did a large volume of Humanity’s allies, and those who felt in their cores that they owed Humanity a favour or three. Help swarmed towards Nirvana. Large and small, those who had a duty, those who had an obligation, those who really shouldn’t be there, all of them. Some who could do little more than carry things to where they were needed, or dole out rations, or roll bandages.
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Challenge #02453-F263: A General Warning
“Do you wanna go with me, [fellow Havenworlder]? Human Frank invited me to a showing of one of his favourite - what’s the word? Ah, "movies”! No, stop screaming! This one is just some made-up story about wooden mush or something. Sounds pretty safe, probably not much violence there.“
[ten minutes into Pulp Fiction]
"AAAAAAAAAAAAH!” – Anon Guest
Never trust Human entertainments. They are made by Deathworlders, for Deathworlders and, for many years after they met and learned about Havenworlders, about Deathworlders. They assume, in their typical egocentric way, that all species are more or less like them. It doesn’t matter how wrong they are nor how often they are that wrong. They will keep making that assumption for many years yet.
Even the entertainments aimed at their young have to enter the Galactic Standards Distribution scene with copious warning labels for more sensitive species. Frequent entertainments for Human young contain one or more deceased, dying, or otherwise absent parental figures. Elders and household pets are frequently shown dying. Human young are taught about mortality early.
Sudden loud noises, uncanny valley imagery, supernatural elements, unnatural abilities, and an assortment of similar things are viewed by Humans as ‘safe viewing’ for their young. What is not safe, apparently, is excessive gore and nudity. Those things are solely for adult Humans, or Humans who are close enough to adulthood to be considered nearly immune. It should not need to be said that Havenworlders should check the cautions list against their own resistance levels before viewing any Human entertainments. Yes, even Boobahs[1].
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