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Replies that become too long and you just make into posts instead.

In hindsight that would be great, I want a story were civilizations develop the ability to manipulate the fabric of space-time to such an extent that weapons cannot be shot at them because they will simply alter gravity or open warp gates to send the projectiles and energy beams back at the aggressor and combat devolves into huge capital ships using increasingly absurd quantities of energy to warp the fabric of space-time inhabited by their enemies while desperately trying to stabilize the space they are currently in. 

Two huge capital ships engage and for a solid like 15 minutes, nothing happens until in the blink of an eye one is suddenly compressed down to a golfball as the other succedes in collapsing the space around them and with that anticlimactic ending the surviving ship just warps off. 

#humans are space orcs

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Humans and combat survival

One of the many things the Humans learned throughout there extensive history of warfare is how to survive a combat engagement. This proved particularly bad news for the Kel’Theer who spent two weeks trying to find the Human fleet to engage them after formally declaring war. Failing in this task the Kel’Theer battlegroup flew to the Human home system only to find earth was... missing? 

The first rule of surviving combat: combat cannot take place if the enemy cannot find you. With that in mind, the Humans had warped Earth into an entirely new orbit, around a different star in a different system and in doing so forced the conclusion of the war without firing a shot and drove the Kel’Theer back to the negotiating table. 

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Time for Empires to end

I always wanted to write this but never will so we will see if someone else likes it. 

Far off in the future, a human empire stretches across the vast systems, interconnecting hundreds of planets and hundreds of trillions of people. Its creation was driven by the need humans felt to excel in this last great frontier and ultimatly this was brought about with the only skill they excelled in; warfare. However the empire has somewhat outlived its usefulness, the industrialization on the human homeworlds has grown and outstripped all other systems. They now rank among the leading scientific societies and their scientific application is top-notch. Their only weakness remains the empire and so the human elite secretly plans its destruction. They slowly rile up resentment among the fringe planets, they carefully plan a rebellion to dismantle their own empire. Why, why of course to consolidate their own power. Who owns all the companies supplying the war? Humans. Who is slowly buying up all the fuel refineries in a tidy monopoly? Humans. Who is supplying the war-torn worlds from stockpiled foodstuffs and turning a tidy profit on the war? Humans. As the war slowly crawls across the stars a rebellion forms amongst the Humans, its faces may be new but its backers are all the old elite who carefully maneuvered this plan into action. Collecting alliances and trade deals from species the galaxy around, former empire territories and new parties alike who support the rebellion and give willingly what had to be taken with threats and bribes before. Eventually, the empire falls, the rebellion triumphs and takes its place as humanities representative amongst the galactic governing body, surrounded by the political block they forged for themselves in their own war. Now, in the darkness, while all the others turn away and leave the now "weakened” humans alone they move. Consolidating their financial gains, consolidating the new monopolies, moving all the capital they amassed, all the favors and all the promises. A shadow looms over the council, every vote determined in secret by the human's hand without anyone else seeing the pressure the humans manipulation against the entire galaxy. If rule through empire was impossible, too expensive, too deadly, too risky and unreliable then they will rule through economic might and political power. Should anyone stand against the council of puppets, or find out about its master they can be easily eliminated. One man's quiet assassination would be a tragedy and a revolt against the council... well even if the humans had to sell off the small arms manufacturers, tanks and planetary aircraft production for the sake of peace, we never sold our warship production. Simply it was never an important factor in the rebellion. How foolish they were to think the empire was grounded by soldiers on the ground, the vehicles in the bases or the planes in the sky and not the warships able to annihilate continents that sat quietly by and watch history unfold. For now though, silence reigns, a quiet tragedy continues, vote after vote. The empire now dead, its figureheads tried and charged, sits hiding in plain sight, no former territories remain only that dependant on its food, fuel, industry, and weapons. No trail of bribes is left for none are needed, and in the back rooms, the old elite laugh. The empire they once managed may be officially gone, but a new golden age for humanity is just upon the horizon. 

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The Ascent of Man

Occasionally my friends ask me “Can the humans really throw super accurately?” or “Can the humans really function without rest for 20 hours?” and they always seem surprised that I say yes. What they find even more shocking is that I don’t consider these to be the humans scariest trait. My fellows always ask “How can you not consider their ability to throw the most impressive and fearsome trait they possess?” and the answer is quite simple, because I have lived beside them. They are always surprised when I say that the humans most fearsome trait in my opinion is their adaptability. The usual example I give of this is that about a century ago the humans had a 30 year period where war was so devastating it killed more then it had in centuries combined and to bring this period to a close a bunch of them came together and said: “That's it, we can’t have any more.“ Do you know what happened, peace reigned, or at least what they called peace. It always seems so surreal that it only took 68 years for 50 million of them to embrace flight. 68 years for 50 million humans to say, alright I trust the tin can with wings. There are those of us who even today do not trust flight and we have had it for over 3 centuries. That's not it either, their speeding up, it took 46 years for 50 million humans to use electricity but only 22 years for television to reach the same benchmark. It took the computer 14 years to reach 50 million users, the cell phone 12 years and the internet 7 years. That is what scares me. 

This adaptability is why they can live such destructive lives and seem so chaotic; they believe, whether they know it or not, that they will out adapt any problem they face. If we poisoned our homeworld it would be a disaster, we would likely need to flee to survive and that would set us back centuries. The humans, do not fear the damage they do because they will most likely be able to either insulate themselves from the toxic world they created or invent some drastic and dangerous solution that may or may not become a new challenge for them. A challenge they will inevitably also overcome. This adaptability has allowed them to take the most drastic approach to advancement, they are moving at a faster and riskier pace then we would have ever imagined and it is only making them stronger and more resilient. It seems inevitable that they will soon catch us and then surpass us, from which point on we will be watching as they achieve the unimaginable at impossible speed. That is what scares me about the humans, even now they grow so fast that they have realized a need to repair the physical defects of their individual fellow man for he could usher them into a new age. Soon I think they will realize they cannot wait for biology to catch up with them for it will never achieve their pace and they will need to construct their own bodies if they are to keep pace with their minds. 

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I... I have to reblog just for the sentence “Who can fund me to delegalize his kneecaps?” I don’t know it just seems like such a power move. 

FROM THIS DAY FORTH

I CAN LEGALLY SAY THE F WORD.

Heck.

…

Ahem

FCK.

Sorry still getting used to.

Gonna come back soon.

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Every time I read this I can't help but remember that it is almost impossible to be hit by a battleship round because the air pressure cone in front of the shell will push you out of the way. But while I’m here I feel like I should add something and the idea of total war and bombing always seems so weird to me. Like ya, we’re going to literally drop death on our enemies and if it hits civilians then..... acceptable casualties. I just always think that aliens would have too great an appreciation for life to resort to inaccurate weapons. Its bad enough that they are killing people who volunteered to fight against them, killing innocents would be crossing the line. This idea also applies to stuff like chemical and biological weapons which are almost impossible to aim and the M.A.D. pact which is equally insane. 

Humans Are Weird

can we…

talk about…

tanks?

i mean its, in my opinion the epitome of the human capability of “we can fuck you up with style”, we have these huge metal boxes that weigh around the 60 tons, capable of moving at an average of 65 km/h, and carrying guns that can render a small house into dust, and we lock 4 or 5 people inside together with high explosive fuel and ammo ad send them to battle;

now here comes the thing, what if tanks are an endemic creation to humans? like, the initial design of the tank came from necessity, to put an end to a stalemate war fought static in trenches, more than 100 years ago

and from that point forward we have perfected the design to fit specific roles, light, medium and heavy tanks, artillery and SPG’s, airlifted, APC’s, IFV’s, Anti-Tank and Anti-Air for goodness sake 

now picture aliens completely loosing their shit when facing any of the above in combat, either allied with or fighting against us

and diving into the guns part of the vehicle;its not only the 120/125 mm main gun on a stabilized platform with pin point accuracy on a turret that can freely rotate 360 degrees, which can fire rounds that technically neglect armor (X)(X)

no, no, no, tot just that, they also carry dedicated anti infantry weapons, such as he fabled .50 (12,7mm) M2 browning machine gun, or the MG3 which to an extent is a modernized mg42, these weapons can, and have demonstrated that can rip a human in half (aliens would totally lose their shit once more because yeah, a gun that can kill the most resilient species, no thanks) with a short burst aiming center of mass, oh and also missiles, yeah, missiles, some fired from external mounts, or from the gun itself

honestly tanks are the perfect vehicle for a species of indestructible deathwordlers, and if tanks are endemic to us, he aliens better hope to keep a stable, peaceful alliance with us.

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The Old Gods

We knew of them. They had no name but when a crippled cargo freighter somehow covered millions of kilometers without explanation to arrive back home, we gave a nod to the sky. When a ship whose navigation system has been fried by a solar flare somehow blundered its way back to our home worlds, we gave a nod to the sky. When a meteor weighing trillions of tons and headed for our system changed course slightly a few AU outside our system to slide harmlessly past, we gave a nod to the sky. Some claimed to have seen them, claimed that they were present at the battle over Banthoon and that they were behind the retreat of Lues but those were stores. I would not say we did not believe in them, only that we did not rely on them. If all else failed you may scan for them, dream of them but you could not guarantee they would come. While we may have all in our heads thought of the invisible people that occasionally found us in our greatest of needing’s we could not plan around them and we dared not take their involvement for granted.  

But one day, by their hand or a power even greater we met them, the mysterious hands of the sky. We met them and talked, they told us the figures before us now were just shells they had built to hold them for they had resorted to immortality. As they had grown beyond their time they had mastered the ability to copy a person and used it. They lament their transition to immortality, that they somehow lost part of themselves in its creation and even if they rebuilt their biological selves the knowledge of what has already been obtained would forever ward off that last piece. To us, it is a miracle and we are glad to see them at last. They offered to show us who they once were, recreate a body they could have once lived in but it is meaningless to us. We will know them for who they are now not what they once were. Even now I suspect they still resemble their old selves greatly. Two forward facing black eyes are separated by a rise for which there seems no purpose. They too have a mouth at the bottom of their face even if for them, it serves only to hide the vocal region. They each have fur on their heads, all of it a pale white like strands of marble. I suspect long ago that fur was colored and served as an important identifier or a mating trait. They have vibrational sensors on the side of their heads and stand tall on two legs. Even now, despite the lack of coloring on either themselves or the robes they don I can still picture what they once may have been as biological beings. To stand tall on their two legs and scratch the sky with their outstretched arms. Bright fur and even brighter skins of every shade and color, an endless array of ages and types. 

But I will not dawdle on who they once were, for they have now made themselves known and agreed to visit our worlds and meet our peoples. I only hope that we can disperse the solitary feeling that pervades them and maybe in time, come to gain their trust so we may stand beside them as they tip the universal balance towards kindness. 

#humans are space fae

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Dreadnoughts

Aliens are still in the battleship age because while it is far more economically efficient to use small, fast aircraft to take down a battleship even at the cost of a few planes there are no aliens insane enough to get in such a poorly armored craft and charge right into an enemy battlegroup relying solely on speed and maneuverability for survival. This is regardless of whether they had the knowledge that doing so would inflict much greater damage then they took as they are not nearly as self sacrificing as humans. If they never moved to carriers it is very likely that they would develop more and more powerful missiles but ultimately these fast, powerful and precise weapons would come at a great economic cost, especially as they would be irrecoverable even in the event of a successful attack. Hence the age of battleships would continue as missiles became more powerful but expensive and point defense systems become increasingly effective. The result is that a large battlegroup is almost untouchable with missiles and fleets need to engage in direct combat to create a decisive outcome which propels the narrative of thick armor and large heavy artillery. 

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Death gazed over the burning cities, the humans recovered in days and turned against their invaders. His horsemen now walk among them destroying the invaders while he walks behind listening to the crying and screaming. An alien claws its way to Deaths feet and cries "Who are you, how could you be so cruel?!" Death stops and stares at the withering mortal and says "I am a gift, for without me war would bring eternal pain, conquest external suffering, and famine eternal starvation. I am here as a kindness and you should keep that in mind lest I leave you here like this for all eternity." Stepping over the wriggling corpse he continued his stroll as the alien called out behind him “Come back here you monster, don't leave me like this!” Death paused and turned his head “I am no monster, I am merely man.“

Humans are Space Orcs/Weird/whatever: Writing Prompt

Aliens have invaded earth, time is coming to an end for Earth and Humanity. They sensed it, and now, Death, War, Famine, and Plague, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse have come to end it all

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Its me, shitty plot ideas

You’re transported to another world (again Alvin, is this becoming a theme (ya)) and there is magic (wow creative alvin(i know)). Anyways you and 3 random people from different times and universes each become an elemental power (fire, water, earth, air) and you get fire which seems cool but everyone overlooks you as the weakest. You realize it would be more accurate to describe the powers as the three states, solid, liquid, gas, and you are energy where the earth hero can summon huge boulders to crush his enemies or split the ground beneath him. You, on the other hand, can only summon a small quantity of plasma or heat a small object up a lot, not very useful. As you tag along with the other hero’s you also find that they rapidly become more powerful, the earth hero can soon summon an entire mountain, the water hero can summon more and more water at greater and greater pressure, the wind hero can summon stronger gales and maintain them for hours or days, you can only summon marginally larger quantities of energy. Everything changes one day when you see the earth hero attune his power to a large mountain range and after questioning him are told for the first time that the strength of each power is based on “the true strength of that element” and if you find a stronger example of your element you can attune to it for more power. Realizing the implications of this you check and find your power is attuned to a.... forest fire, nice. You attune it to the sun and become absurdly powerful but you have to wonder, what is the limit. Can you attune your power to a hotter star even if you can't see it, a few million of them must exist? The answer: yes, yes you can and then you realize your endgame, the idea you heard about, the Kugelblitz. A temperature so hot if it was ever surpassed it would distort space-time causing a black hole, also supposedly the temperature of the universe 1 Planck's time after its formation. So the question: can you attune your power to an event you weren’t even alive for? You can feel the power, an entire universe worth of mass at 1.41*10^32 degrees Kelvin. Even if you can only access 1/10th of your power you could collapse this entire world into a superheated black hole, but if your end goal is power how do you proceed? 

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Alvin how are you so good with titles?

Our main character (MC from now on) finds himself in a new world (how? I don't care) and obviously there is magic in this world because why else would someone bother writing about the MC going to another world. Anyways he finds out he has a magic affinity and it turns out his magic affinity is for material magic. Sounds good right, ha there needs to be some plot so no its the weakest of the magic’s only allowing someone to manipulate physical objects they can touch. In a world with other magic’s based on the 4 elements the MC is way to garbage to join the army so after being rejected he goes in search of the one thing he needs to disprove the entire world: a source of raw iron. After traveling for weeks surviving off of repairing tools with his magic he finally finds a large iron deposited on the surface and with his “useless” magic power starts making a factory to produce steel in the hopes of proving everyone wrong by using the technology of our world to forge his own kingdom. 

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The Horrors of Total War

Someone should write some humans are space orcs story where we are the horrible race that destroys the galaxy because everyone else fights by like 1800 codes of honor. Don’t be confused I’m not talking about honor to the extent of feudal Japan but the basic codes that Europeans followed or tried to. Such as you didn’t kill civilians if you could avoid it. You didn’t imprison noncombatants, armies met in the field of battle and fought straight up. You didn’t use guerilla tactics or destroy supply and communication networks and when a fortress was surrendered the defeated party could match out under their own anthem with their heads held high (weird example but whatever). Anyways all the aliens follow principles like this but we come along and are like NOPE and cut all the communication and supply lines, starve people out, hid among the civilians, use weapons on civilian targets or fear tactics. You know, the shit that made world war two so bad.

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Bonus Deadline

I saw the add below and my sleep-deprived brain was instantly like THERE'S A SUPRISE DEADLINE OH SHIT! IT'S FRIDAY? TODAYS FRIDAY! IS IT TODAY??? WHAT DO I HAVE TO HAND IN? WHICH CLASS IS THIS FOR AGAIN? WHY WOULD THEY EVEN MAKE A BONUS DEADLINE?! Ya, it was a fun 10 seconds before I realized, no its the deadline for some bonus draw not a bonus deadline to make my life fun.

#college

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Playcalling

Me when I’m playcalling for my team and fuck up and the enemy team sweeps our entire flank in 2 minutes.

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Hello

TLDR: I cannot write, I am indecisive, you should regret following me 

For the 57 of you that didn’t want a random update, I did say that there would be more corrupted but I hate how the next part turned out and rewrote it 3 times but still hate it so you probably won't get more till I give up, delete it and start over. There was an actual point to this post though and that is that I was writing a different story before I posted the corrupted but I’m not sure where I want to take it, I’m half on the fence of rewriting it all and I kinda want to change it but I’m not sure it will be relatable at all if I do. So do I take the risk and maybe rewrite it only to make it completely unrelatable or do I keep what I have, no clue. 

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Plot Idea thing

A metal head is transported to a world where music gives people power/ superhuman ability. The more you vibe with the music the more powerful you become. They have their phone on them and some headphones and their music makes them the most powerful person alive but how far can they get before the battery dies? Will they be able to replicate metal here? All they know now is that the warring nations hearing of this great power will do anything to get a hold of them, either diplomatically or through force. Our main character cannot fail lest he fall into their grasp. P.S. if you want to you can make each nation a different musical genre. 

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That feeling

The one you get when you want to write something but don’t want to work on what you already have started but neither do you have an idea for something new to say so you write about the feeling of wanting to write something without anything to write in a long and poorly punctuated run-on sentence that is becoming increasingly impossible to understand. Ya, that one.