Challenge #03062-H139: Piracy - Just Say Nononono AAAUUUGH!
A tiger bite force is 1050 psi, a crocodile have a bite force of 5000 psi. A human, 126 psi. Not much but it’s a sign. If a human bite you, understand that they disregarded any self respect or proper thinking just to survive. Unless it’s a baby. – Anon Guest
There’s a reason why Humans consider biting to be “fighting dirty” and it’s not just because their mouths are cesspools of bacteria and partial digestive juices. Pound for pound, the Human bite is one of the weakest amongst all Terran fauna. Therefore, when a Human has to employ their teeth, they have run out of all other options. A Human in that position will go out making certain that their attacker is going to meet with some of the most aggressive microbiota and enzymes known to intelligent life.
That said, it is still a rather impressive bite force when compared to other cogniscents. As Pirate Jibz is discovering as a Human’s teeth are sinking past his natural biological armour and into his soft and sensitive underflesh. He had thought he had the Human helpless. If he survived, he would remember the axiom for all those who would try to oppose those weird maniac balding apes: The only safe Human is a dead Human, and even then, caution is advised[1].
The bite had its desired effect for the Human. Jibz let them go and used his remaining arm to aim a weapon. The Human, blessed with Deathworlder reflexes, ducked and sprang forward, into Jibz’s reach and pushing past that point with all possible force. Another axiom came to mind: There is no such thing as an unarmed Human.
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Challenge #02733-G176: The Old One Two
Hey if I fight back it would be considered self-defence right? – Anon Guest
“Pro tip, kid. Don’t ask that kind of question when you’re surrounded by ten armed adults,” said Pirate Vlex. They were facing down a small, scrawny Human who the crew had been feeding and coaxing out into company like a Human might do for a stray cat. They were a wild one, wearing whatever fit their body and not caring for any conventions about what should be worn, by whom, or where.
Despite the situation, the small Human was showing their teeth. This, according to Vlex’s knowledge base, was not a threat display, but an expression of happiness. They started chanting in a limited singsong. “I know something you do not, I know something you do not, I know something you do not…”
They fell silent when Vlex put the business end of their gun to the whelp’s nose. “You had better pray it is enough information to save your life.”
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Challenge #02585-G028: The Hand on the Tool
A: This blade, with its razor sharp edge, can cleave through flesh and bone easily. Due to the various materials to make this, no blood or grime will stick to this blade.
B: you know out of context that is scary until you realise it’s a Butcher knife. But the way you hold it and the precision you use it is terrifying. – Anon Guest
[AN: I derped and did a prompt out of order. Apologies for the inconvenience.]
Cookie continued chopping zucchini with near mechanical precision and skill. “Aw, you’re not buying into that space orcs nonsense about Humans, are you? I’m cooking ethically-sourced vegetarian food, here.” The knife in question was now placed with precision and care near the chopping board so Cookie could sweep the finished product into the pot. “We don’t even have any nature-sourced protein[1] to cut like that anyway.”
“Nevertheless,” protested Graax. “It’s the way you say it and the way you use it… I know a knife is just a tool, but in the wrong hands?”
“Pfft. I cut myself more than I cut a living being,” scoffed Cookie. Then the shipwide alarms went off. Pirates! Cookie did what any Ships’ Chef would do. They made sure all meals in progress were at a stage where they could wait, and then made sure their knives were sharp. Cookie handed a fillet knife to Graax. “Remember what you were saying about the wrong hands?”
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