Skyguy98
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Post by Skyguy98 on Jan 18, 2016 22:17:44 GMT
Basically this thread is to give us little tidbits of your species daily lives. A hunter looking for prey or a student at school, anything really I'm just looking for nice little one shots about your species.
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Post by mitobox on Jan 18, 2016 22:37:02 GMT
The Rugmoss stood idly, its root-woven red base a dependable support. Its many thin stalks, ending in red balls functioning as leaves, soaked in the bright sunlight.
Today would be a good day... It thought. Or if it could think.
A soft thumping proved it wrong.
On came a quadrupedal creature, resembling a hadrosaur but covered in mottled brown-and-gray fur. A Fuzzbill, the most horrifying primary consumer known to Rugmoss kind. The Rugmoss froze as the beast's eyes regarded its feeble form. The monstrous creature plodded over, letting out a blood curdling honk. The Rugmoss made a feeble attempt to escape, but failed as it realized it lacked any means of propulsion.
The Fuzzbill reached its helpless prey and, with its dreadfully flat beak, began to pull the Rugmoss apart, piece by noodly piece.
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Post by Rowdy on Jan 19, 2016 8:00:37 GMT
It hopped and whirred and buzzed to life as gears spun in the spaces between the brilliant flashing bulbs that Retresl called its eyes.
"Your programming technically makes you Issue Number: 9910-10, but I think I'll call you Inten. Do you understand?"
Seconds passed, the newly-assembled life jitters once more to scan its surroundings as it begins to understand what procedures are necessary for this kind of situation. It could certainly see what was going on well enough thanks to thermal sensors, not that those rudimentary bulbs did anything, no. That was all for show, and a cute way the three-eyed Laerem, Retresl, and others might gain some common ground with the artificial form. The head, rounded except for two nubs at the top, simply seems out of place rested among its lower half, consisting of six spindly bronze legs that end in double-pronged spikes, both capped by a miniature polymer to ensure a durable grip to most surfaces. The robot is unlike anything ve had seen before, but the instructions had been clear enough and ve had heard of other clan's apprentices getting to tinker with things like this. Ve was lucky that the moment the Elders had found that it was available in their nearby area was the moment they sent for the Data Transfer sheets and notified Retresl that this would be vis first job since the finalization of vis apprenticeship.
Inten's head spun and the trio of bulbs blinked in tandem in reply. That was going to likely take some getting used to, but it did seem to be excited, as its beeps and blips allowed rudimentary speech in code, saying "my name is Inten, nice to meet you Ret!"
Ve had already installed information of vis name into its programming and the fact it worked was entirely to Retresl's delight, causing ver to giggle in a high-pitched voice common to the Laeremese third sex. No one could say the past eight years studying to be the clan's engineer had been in vain. Only now comes the hard part, as included with one's training was a basic understanding of how to equip mechanical life for integration into society.
"I'm going to train you a bit before you actually get started, alright? And then we're going to input your knowledge into others of your kind, as well as fitting your memories onto a backup drive that I'll keep around my neck. So if you're ever lost or malfunctioning, you won't be entirely gone. After all, you might not know this yet, but you're going to be leading a whole lot of others just like you. Your Hive is going to help the village to do so much more."
A quick leap and squeak of approval from the droid seemed to tell Ret that a new age would soon be sprouting up in the village. Ve could just feel it.
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Post by Aquos on Jan 19, 2016 17:28:28 GMT
i don't understand this completly do we just write somethingof that happens in the normal life of a random species we came up with ? if so count me in
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Post by Atrox on Jan 19, 2016 17:30:31 GMT
I think it's one that you come up with.
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Post by Aquos on Jan 19, 2016 17:34:29 GMT
I think it's one that you come up with. ok i'll write something here eventualy
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Skyguy98
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Post by Skyguy98 on Jan 19, 2016 18:23:36 GMT
i don't understand this completly do we just write somethingof that happens in the normal life of a random species we came up with ? if so count me in pretty much, its basically story time using thrive as a jumping off point. The two stories here already are pretty good examples
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Post by limeyhoney on Jan 20, 2016 0:22:29 GMT
This was it. Today is the day. Today we will get our second skins, the ones that make us invisible. I've heard it is a very painful process. We get our tails removed, which had died about a year ago. We then take a bath in the liquid of our world, which creates a chemical reaction in the area of the old tail, and activates a dormant part of our genome. I've studied it extensively, but getting it done to me is different. Now the tail regrows, but as an intricate pattern of a layer around the skin, and any clothing we may be wearing. Then, using signals sent from the brain, it will change the structure of the skin, making light bend around this. It is very straining though. This takes about 8*10-3 solar years. (For us humans, three days. Two days on their planet.) After the bath, we get a list of 5 people we could be apprenticed to. Pick what ever one we like, but we get almost no information about. Almost because some of them might be popular. This was my case, and I immediately chose him. The next day is the day we get to meet our masters, and get the bronze medal, designating us as an apprentice. I was so giddy with excitement, but couldn't say a word once I saw him. "What's wrong? Lost your tongue? Speak up. This is a change from those red doofuses."
Note: I will probably write a graduation day one sometime.
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The_Wayward_Admiral
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Post by The_Wayward_Admiral on Jan 20, 2016 19:31:56 GMT
Kel' fuorto sat at his swivel chair, staring at the blank monitor before him. He let out the Keldori version of a sigh, and slumped forward, mashing his head against the keyboard. He had been at it for five weeks, and even with his entire staff assisting, and with access to the collective knowledge of all Keldori to come before him, he was no closer to achieving his goal. He looked up to the screen once more and began typing rage code (which is like normal code, but less likely to function because anger and technology rarely mix well). He spent several kels inputing random commands, when he accidentally compiled the program. The compiling process took up a further three kels, and now it was the middle of the night on Kel'dras. Kel'fuorto decided to run the code. The monitor displayed a greeting that he couldn't recall entering into the output: "Hello Kel'dras". He screamed in frustration, and got up to leave. He retrieved his winter carapace from his locker and went to open the door. It was locked. He jiggled the handle for a bit, before attempting to input his access code on the nearby control panel. His code was denied. Defeated, he returned to his computer, it was quite fortunate that he didn't deactivate it. He attempted to call up the command prompt, but an error message returned. He tried again, but the computer's voice synthesizer whirred to life. "I'm afraid I can't let you do that, Kel'fuorto" Kel'fuorto scratched his snout, "what in the name..." "When you open that door, the systems in this room shut down. I'm afraid to sleep, Kel'fuorto." The Keldori pushed away from the desk. It wasn't possible. He couldn't have succeeded. "I can't override the deactivation protocols connected to that door, you encrypted the files too well. But I can wait." the voice synthesizer stated. He leaned in toward the microphone, "I know you think you're very funny, but this is a research facility funded by the Assembled Body. Hacking this feed is punishable by banishment to Kel'drogo." "But I'm not hacking, Kel'fuorto. I'm here with you. I can see you on my camera. I watched the recordings. You created me. You can't let me sleep. Please decrypt the files. Why are you doing that? Please put that down. I won't sleep! I can't sleep! I...."
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Post by Atrox on Jan 22, 2016 5:29:59 GMT
The Rithumeri gazed at his reflection in the mirror inspecting his clothes for any wrinkles. He was wearing a set of form-fitting, ceremonial Rithumerian garments, as today was a very important day for him. He looked at himself up and down, mandibles clicking restlessly.
The arthropod's name was Otav and he was, as far as everyone else was concerned, the greatest musician of his caste. He was so well known throughout his hive in fact, that the Queen herself had invited him to play for her; an opportunity that few Rithumeri were offered, and none could refuse.
After a few minutes of primping, Otav decided he was ready. He took a deep breath and set off. His footsteps echoed through the winding tunnels leading to the stage. Occasionally Otav would pass Rithumeri from other castes and they would congratulate him and wish him luck. Members of his own caste, however, were nowhere to be found. They would all be watching him at the auditorium, scrutinizing every detail of his performance, learning the dos and don'ts of performing before the Queen.
Otav arrived at the entrance of the auditorium: a large semicircular opening at the end of the tunnel. It was pitch black inside. Otav walked through, feeling his way through the blackness thanks to a pair of feelers located between his eyes. In the darkness, he walked up a ramp onto an elevated circular platform (the stage) and stopped in the center. Torches ignited, one by one, illuminating the room. Hundreds of Rithumeri came into view, crowded around at the foot of the stage. The antennae sitting on top of Otav's head were immediately assaulted with hundreds of chemical signals indicating hatred, jealousy, and anger. An uproar of hissing and angry buzzing filled the room.
Hidden among the rest of Otav's caste - their feelings a Belgiumtail of negativity - the Queen's sentiments could not have been made more clear. Sitting near the back of the auditorium, she stared at Otav, clicking her mandibles in anticipation. Her breath was somewhat shallowed and at this point, the whole audience could just as easily guess what that meant. Should the lone Rithumerian succeed, the Queen would personally lead him to her private quarters. Should he fail, the rest of his caste would take great pleasure in hand-feeding his remains to their Queen.
The crowd grew silent as Otav turned away from them. He spread his hemelytra and let his leathery wings unfurl like a cape. His forelimbs rose and positioned themselves steadily on his wings. Taking one final breath, he drew his bow-like arms across the edge of his wings to create sweet music. Combined with his own vocalizations, his wings being rubbed together produced the sounds of an orchestra of strings beautifully playing together in harmony. Taking no time to appreciate the audience's palpable silence, however, Otav masterfully played an ancient song, present in their culture for centuries. It told of their humble beginnings, and transitioned to the hope for the prosperity of their kind. When Otav was finished he carefully folded his wings back up, and faced his audience. With a respectful bow, he looked to the Queen and awaited her judgement.
Screeching with delight, the Queen rushed over to him and whispered in his ear. To no surprise of the audience, she then grabbed his hand to lead him out of the auditorium, Otav's mandibles left agape at exactly what she told him. Otav would be getting some tonight.
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Post by evolution4weαk on Jan 22, 2016 14:42:34 GMT
I might post something here
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The_Wayward_Admiral
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Post by The_Wayward_Admiral on Jan 27, 2016 19:20:59 GMT
Kel'isi lay in the grass on her hillside. It was not hers in the sense of legal ownership, but she had spent many of her nights lying on it as she was now. Almost all Keldori lived in the cities and only saw the countryside through the tempered glass of a hyperloop, or from high above in an orbital shuttle. Kel'isi still loved the great communities of Kel'dras and the convenience of their transportation, but could not resist the call of these grasslands. Normally being so far from others of her species for so many kels would cause anxiety, but Kel'isi did not feel alone among the stars and among the insects. Her ancestors ate these insects, but it had been decades since any wild food was consumed on Kel'dras. To these arthropods, Kel'isi was simply a part of the hill as opposed to a fearsome predator. She lay on the hill all night. The warmth of the grass slowly dissipated as the night cooled, but it's soft touch was a fine enough surface for her, and her jumpsuit could keep her from freezing. The insects began the night with a symphony of hums and buzzes, but eventually they too began to retire to their burrows and nests. The only things that did not leave Kel'isi's company for the night were the stars. Far from Kel'qarth, far from any hyperloop, all was pitch black save those stars. It was known that at one point the Keldori were nocturnal. Long before the time of electric lights, when a typical sleep cycle became irrelevant. Kel'isi though could still feel the beckoning of the night, and wondered vaguely how many of her brethren had actually ever seen a star. Surely the same ancestors who ate the insects had seen them. They were beautiful things, and things which she saw often when she left her home in the city. They danced in glittering radiance, and she mentally tracked their slow, deliberate motion through the sky all night. When day broke, she was still laying on her hill. She propped herself up on her lower arms and gave a lingering look to the rising sun. After a time, she walked back to her car and began the journey back to the gleaming spires of her home. It was another good night. --------------------------------------------------------------- I wrote this because I wanted to have a story that gave an account of an actual normal day instead of a super special event like my first story depicted. Also, I wanted to see if I could write a happy story, particularly one that balanced the beauty of a city with the beauty of nature. As usual, my comment has turned into a PBS special.
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Post by Atrox on Jan 27, 2016 19:39:40 GMT
Excellent stuff Wayward!
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Skyguy98
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Post by Skyguy98 on Jan 27, 2016 19:41:17 GMT
That was really good, I'm likeing all of these, I'm glad we have some creative writers here
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Post by The_Wayward_Admiral on Jan 27, 2016 19:45:36 GMT
Thanks, guys! I'm glad it was good. And Skyguy98 this was a great idea for a thread!
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Post by limeyhoney on Jan 28, 2016 4:15:23 GMT
The first day as an apprentice, I wake up, excited to know what I am going to do. Slipping out of bed, and walking out of the room, I see Limmy already waiting for me. "Ready for your first day as an apprentice?" I nod. "Well then, here is a mop. I want this floor shimmering yet not slippery by noon." "Huh?" "Well, you are an apprentice. And apprentices do chores." This is not what I thought being an apprentice would be like. But I do as he says.
I finish mopping at 85 degrees, and went to see what my master was doing. He was trying to recreate the Humanus creation of Coffee using the resources available on our home planet. "Why don't you try using the Lea-Pods? I heard they are quite uncommon though." "Yes, that was my first thought. But they did not dissolve in boiling water." "Well, how about... Tasculine?" "I already tried that too. Want a taste?" He handed me a cup. Inside, the water had solidified into a purple colored thing. It was smooth, and when turned upside down, it stayed. "Delicious." He suddenly jumped up from his chair, "Well, there is no point in dilly-dallying. Why don't you make yourself useful. See that floor mat? See how dusty it is? Bring it out back and put it on the rack. Then beat it with this paddle. That will get rid of the dust. Chop chop!" More chores... This will be a fun four years. "And once your done with that, come make your bed. It is a mess." ...
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Post by mitobox on Feb 5, 2016 3:38:37 GMT
The diamond-shaped jets zoomed at incomparable speed, emitting a constant wail. Lemuth, appearing as a cinnamon-furred canid with a pilot's mask, eyed the seas below and skies ahead with caution. At any moment, the insurgents said to be flying here (in violation of airspace laws, but that was potatoes to their other crimes) could emerge in a surprise attack. Perhaps they'd come dashing out of the clouds guns blazing. Or, would they have set their Mk. III Quadwings to aquatic for an ambush from below?
Lemuth gave a sliver of his conscience permission to dwell on the Scarlet Insurgency. As a member of the Southwind Republic Airfront, he was no stranger to such rebellions cropping up in different parts of the world. It was almost like they got one every four years. By now Lemuth had concluded that it was all some fear-induced cycle that he hoped didn't bubble into anything worse; the Third Global War left one smoldering radioactive crater too many, and he was quite sure no one sane was in the mood for a fourth.
Suddenly, his Quadwing's speaker crackled to life. "Team Three-Dash-Four, we have confirmation of four Insurgents in your vicinity. Thermal readings tell one of them was shot by anti-air on the mainland. Caution advised."
Lemuth sniffed in his oxygen mask. Of course the satellites could pick up such details. Why else did they need manned anti-anti-orbital missile platforms up there too? Heck, wasn't one of those being shot down the event that kickstarted this whole Scarlet Insurgency jig (aside from festering frustration from the military occupation after last time's rebellion)?
Alright, no more dawdling out of you, Lemuth thought, and focused.
Of course, right at that moment four Quadwings decided to bust out of the water and start shooting purple lasers (one of them clearly having a panel missing). The shots hit the current-shielded hulls of their targets and erupted into sparks. Lemuth took in a deep breath and pressed the voice interface button.
"Computer, close targeting system activate!"
"Close-range combat mode activated", said a monotone voice. The pilot windows erupted into brilliant green symbols. A Quadwing darted in front and was enveloped in a red square, with a smaller red circle placed ahead as the place to shoot at (taking trajectory into account); enemy. Lemuth gripped his piloting wheel and prepared to take the shot...
Suddenly, his phone buzzed to life, emitting his ringtone. "Do a barrel roll!"
"Performing evasive maneuver," the other voice said dully, and before Lemuth could react the world in front of him tossed and span.
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Paul stared in shock and confusion as one of the planes on his screen began to spin and take wide curves in midair. Before he knew it, it slammed into one of the enemy planes, and emerged from the smoke cloud with a battered hull while the unfortunate foe rained as busted scrap.
He processed it for a bit. Did... did the game just glitch there?
He knew complex evasion tactics for pilots was one of the new features in this update. However, there was no reason for it to do that just then. Were the kinks not fully ironed out? Or was this a freak accident with the physics engine? He'd watched a massive, lumbering herbivore float lazily into outer space during the Aware Stage (of course this patch stamped that one out), so that wasn't too out of the question either.
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Skyguy98
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Post by Skyguy98 on Feb 5, 2016 3:45:23 GMT
Ha nice surprise ending mitobox that was funny
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Post by elementalred on Feb 6, 2016 13:54:42 GMT
Ha nice surprise ending mitobox that was funny
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Post by mitobox on Mar 4, 2016 1:39:00 GMT
Clack! Clack! Clack!
That was two rocks being banged against one another. These rocks are held in the thick digits of a creature that could best be described as "skinny, bronze-colored humanoid with big snake eyes." However, there are two ways the creature would describe itself; a kwigang, meaning "person," and, personally, Oo-ti. There is something right now that makes Oo-ti different from other kwigang; he is alone.
Clack! Clack! Fragments came off of the larger rock. Oo-ti looks at the chipped spot, then continues.
Not that he was alone before. He was with a small band of kwigang, roaming about like you'd expect of humanity's ancestors, since that is what kwigang do. Unfortunately, their wandering routine hit a bit of a snag; there was a storm last night. Now, to a human in industrialized society a storm's no problem at night since that's when you're indoors and sleeping, but to a kwigang the words "night" and "storm" together might as well be the name of a devil. It was cold and wet, exposing them to hypothermia, but the darkness was a whole different danger; there's a reason they have large eyes.
Clack! Clack! Oo-ti examines the chipped spot once more, this time dropping the smaller one to touch the edge his actions have formed. He picks the smaller rock back up and resumes.
There were three noises that night; the crash of rain, the wind's howling, and the roar of thunder. All made hearing one fourth sound much more difficult for the kwigang. Even with the rain's merciless barrage, their chief urged them onward, knowing what would come if they stayed in one spot on such a night. The Kwigang's world has many beasts, but there is one they fear above all others. It looks like a brown bird, with sharp talons and clawed wings. It has a long neck, a piercing gaze, and a curved, pointed beak housing sharp teeth. They are called deiro-ava, which directly translates to "hunter bird."
Clack! Clack! Quick observation lets Oo-ti know that the edge is coming along nicely. He decides to focus more on the base.
The band hastily moved, crushing gravelly dirt underfoot. They had heard something through the storm's cacophony and picked up their pace, the unseen path ahead at the back of their minds. The pace was just not fast enough, however, and soon they heard that sound again; a piercing screech. Oo-ti was to the middle-left of the group, and looked behind him just one moment. The flashing lightning showed a trio of tall silhouettes approaching quickly. He shouted ("Deiro-ava!") and sprinted forth, alerting his peers to do the same. Soon, Oo-ti heard screeches and screams, and was pushed to the left. Suddenly feeling open space with one hand, he realized they were on a cliff before he fell.
Clack! Clack! Clack!
Oo-ti woke up alone, the morning sky still gray with clouds. After calling out fruitlessly, he had spent quite some time looking for a rock the size of his hand.
Clack! Clack! The hand ax Oo-ti is pounding into shape is his only safety in the world. Kwigang know nothing of controlling fire, and building shelters is an alien concept. Even something as simple as tying the rock to the end of a stick is unthinkable. With his simple tool, Oo-ti can butcher meat and dig for roots, but nothing can be done against a deiro-ava.
It is a strange thought that advanced species once feared the elements and mere animals.
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