Challenge #02536-F346: Deadly Technology
A: interesting with the tech here I might be able to research the Gimpy Gimpy plant
B: that sound relatively harmless
A: it is also known as the suicide plant
B: sigh there it is – Anon Guest
“Wow,” said the Human, looking at all the protective technology on offer. “This is such awesome protective tech. Micrometeor-resistant…. hey, you guys managed to miniaturise the Hungry Caterpillar. That’s awesome. What’s your particulate capture limit?”
The proud merchant said, “The particulate capture system can find and neutralise particles as small as half a micrometre.”
This impressed the Human. “That small, huh? Sweet. With that kind'a tech, I might be able to research the Gimpy Gimpy plant.”
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Challenge #02523-F333: Joy in the Season of Dying
He promised his avian friends a sight on Earth of breathtaking beauty. All they’d ever heard of, when it came to his home planet, was the horrible animals, the diseases, the terrors of trying to exist there. Of course, he knew those things were on Earth, but he loved his home planet even if his job kept him away for long periods of time. He got them dressed in warm clothing and took them to the northern hemisphere where autumn was in full swing. He took them to the parks where he loved to explore when he was just a young boy, and the beautiful trails, the summer’s green gone, now colored with breathtaking glow of red, yellows, orange, and gold in the soft, dappled afternoon sunlight. – Anon Guest
They were the highest rated livesuits on the open market - there were higher, but they were strictly for the military or people who mined gas giants for their volatiles or precipitation. These were more than sufficient for keeping a bunch of avian Havenworlders alive during their field trip to Terra. Moreso, since Human Sal had been fine-tuning their filters.
Nevertheless, the Passerid were nervous. “This is a deathworld,” fretted Sprag, “We have read of many dangerous things on the surface and under the water.”
Human Sal couldn’t deny that those things existed. “Yes, there are dangerous things on my homeworld, but the place I’m taking you has the least you should worry about, especially during this time of the year. I’ve got your suits calibrated to repel any hostile creatures inside of one klik[1] so you’re going to be fine. This does not mean that your repellants will drive away everything inside a klik, it’ll detect all the dangerous stuff and then make your livesuit smell bad so they want to stay away. Minimum harm all around.”
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Challenge #02480-F290: Considering Invasion?
In the past, Nordic Human warriors in the midst of battle would enter into a “berserker state” where many of the brain limiters would turn off and force the body into using 100% of it strength to pummel the enemy into submission or death. Of course, this severely injure the body afterward, since the limiters were there to keep the muscles from ripping themselves apart and disrupting the organs, or from erupting. Also due to the adrenaline rush and rush of endorphins, the thoughts of the respected human will be limited, even attacking their allies. Due to how society evolved that function was rarely seen, until today. – Anon Guest
Humans. Look at them. Ridiculous bipedal hairless apes. Most of them meekly wandering through their daily activities in a near-brainless state of routine. You’d never think that every single one of them has the capacity to be a monster.
Berserkers walk amongst them.
Any single one of those Humans could carry the Berserker Ability. A state of rage so intense that they can tear one of their fellows apart with their bare hands, and then move onto the next offender. They have new names for the triggered state, hysterical strength, adrenaline psychosis, superman syndrome… and some can even employ it at will. They are trained to employ it at will.
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Challenge #02468-F278: Tougher Than Tough
“What’s wrong I heard screaming!?”
“Oh, hey can you help me get my hand out of here?”
“I was practicing with Australian Bull-oak and made a hole.”
“What were yo- by the stars you’re bleeding!”
“I know that so help me!”
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Allocasuarina_luehmannii – Anon Guest
[AN: Changed the spelling of Buloke so people could read the prompt a smidge easier]
Humans with a fascination for martial arts -especially fictional martial arts- are more insane than what passes for normal amongst Humans. Some part of them wants to believe that the things they see on the screen can be real, and that they can do what it took several actors, a team of scriptwriters, stunt-men, and special-effects people to make look real enough to be believable.
Things like stabbing one’s hands into containers of sand, beads, or lentils makes a certain amount of sense. Doing so causes microfractures that, thanks to Deathworlder healing abilities, make the hand bones stronger through natural re-enforcement. Theoretically, tapping wood with the fingertips or other parts of the hands is the same principal, but with less danger to low-gravity environments. This was, as evidence decreed, the logic behind Human Pel’s little board.
The little board that had a series of instructions written on it… and one unfortunate knothole that was not resistant to persistent, percussive pressure. Now, raw, dry buloke wood was splintered in Human Pel’s flesh with no immediately foreseeable way of withdrawing flesh from wood without further damage. After the initial scream, Human Pel was remarkably calm about the entire predicament.
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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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