Challenge #02495-F305: Goofy Scary Skeletons
“Be careful of humans this time of cycle; because this is when they perform a ritual they call ‘Halloween.’ They place images of human skeletal structures, women with green skin, humans biting into other humans’ necks, and other frightening images.” – Anon Guest
Some Humans celebrate mortality. Others celebrate horror and the unknown. In both circumstances, part of the celebration involves dressing up and a certain volume of depictions of Human skeletons. The cultural significance of these have been through more than five hundred years and mashed through the sieve of misunderstanding by the fork of ignorance. It should be no small surprise that such are easily confused by outsiders.
The key difference is that those celebrating Dio de Los Muertes never go door to door demanding sweets and threatening pranks. Mix in overlapping calendars depending entirely on how out of sync a Human colony became over the intervening centuries, and you get passages of time marked as Human Deception Festival on the Galactic Calendar.
Some species just never got the hang of theatrical makeup, or facepaint. It’s not their fault that they’re easily confused by Humans overdoing that particular aspect of the celebrations. Most of them entirely miss the thing with the pumpkins or turnips because one creature’s specific holiday decoration is another’s casual decor. The net effect is further exacerbated by attempts to render the various holidays safe for Havenworlders.
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Challenge #02461-F271: Works Every Time
So, based on your story about visiting aliens having to hover their hands over something to check if it was hot, imagine if one alien (or maybe even human) uses it as a pick-up line. Like, they hover a hand over someone’s wrist or hand and they just say “hot.” I think it would be cute! – Anon Guest
Love is many things, but it was never logical, reasoned, or well thought. In literary terms, love is that idiot who dives into a midden for the laughs and comes out with the golden crown. Love is the friends made along the way. So it is when a Havenworlder repeatedly crushes on Humans.
That is, they develop sincere and soft affection for humans. There are very few Havenworlders who can even attempt to crush a Human. Even when they do, the general reaction is (a) positive, and (b) some comment regarding how soft/fluffy/cute/huggable the Havenworlder in question is at the time. They don’t even get mad.
P'taal had what could easily be considered a fatal flaw in that they found Humans to be very attractive indeed. This was a problem because many of them could literally crush them without so much as a second thought. Havenworlders have never had to evolve much in the way of defences, before they got out into the Galactic Alliance. It wasn’t much to be concerned about. Humans would rather break their own heads than harm a Havenworlder.
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Challenge #02421-F231: Organically Sourced Isotopes
The stasis box arrived in successive layers of protective wrapping, depending on which port it had shipped through, and which species did the transporting on the next leg of its rather long journey. Upon seeing the parcel that was now the rough dimensions of a sleep pod, Human Jef had one thing to say.
“Bloody hell, this is gonna want a lot of unwrapping.” Human Jef started rolling the dolly and the parcel on it towards their special enclosure that protected the rest of the Havenworlder crew from everything Deathworlder that could potentially harm them. “All this fuss and bother for some fruit from home.”
“Fruit?” echoed Thys the Companion. “This is Deathworlder thing, yes? It explodes? It is poison?” The package had warning labels on top of other warning labels. By all rights, it should have been thrown into the heart of a dying sun just to make certain that the Universe would no longer have it in existence.
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Challenge #02397-F207: Spiced Up Encounter
One particular species has a SEVERE negative reaction to capsaicin. So, when a pirate group of them attack a ship, one human creates an air-locked cage covered in hot sauce. – Anon Guest
“Wait, so they’re level three Havenworlders? And they’re trying to conquer this ship?” Human Jo seemed very confused.
“They do have superior weaponry,” argued the Captain. “It is wiser to allow them to take what they want.”
“Bugger that,” said Human Sam. “They want trouble? We’ll give ‘em trouble.”
Human Jo had very wicked laugh. “Captain? We’re going to need to use the entire barrel of Flavour Additive 29-624.”
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Challenge #02373-F183: The Human Paradox
An alien publishes his work on “The human paradox”, the fact that the universe is a more safer place since the most deadliest species are everywhere. – Hyorky
Humans are a paradox, Grax wrote in hir treatise. They are simultaneously the bravest and the most cowardly, the most generous and the most miserly, the most sensible and the most insane. As Deathworlders, they should also be the most hazardous species in the Galactic Alliance, but, as we all know, Alliance space has never been safer since they have been welcomed among us.
Admittedly, there is what the Humans call ‘collateral damage’, but most such incidents harm the Human involved rather than any friendlies in the vicinity[1]. That is, of course, when they aren’t directly harming a confirmed enemy. These pack-bonding mammals are known to cause great devastation in their wakes, yet are also capable of great creativity.
For all their lack of genetic diversity[2], humans manage to embody a vast array of psychological differences. Their personalities have varies instead of their genetic profiles. This, in turn, has lead to the conclusion that Humans are insane. As individuals, they can exhibit some aberrant behaviours if viewed through an egocentric lens. As a group… the species-wide insanity seems increasingly more evident. The fact remains that most of this seeming insanity makes sense to the Humans.
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