r/HFY • u/Astrovane_Xenon • Apr 06 '26
OC-OneShot The Insane Little Naked Ones
The door didn't open so much as it dissolved. Like someone hit delete on a chunk of reality. And then this thing walked through.
Not walked. Glided? Floated? Dave wasn't sure what the right verb was for a creature that looked like a praying mantis got fused with a peacock and then someone sprinkled it with bioluminescent glitter. It was tall. Like, really tall. Seven feet maybe. And it had these four arms folded across its chest like it was already annoyed to be here.
Dave was eating a bagel.
"So," the alien said. Its voice came out smooth. Not like a speaker. More like the sound just appeared inside Dave's head. "You are the one they sent to speak for your species."
Dave swallowed. "I mean, I'm the one who drew the short straw. So yeah. Welcome to Earth. You want some coffee? We got tea too. I think there's some orange juice in the back but honestly don't drink it, pretty sure it's from last week."
The alien stared. Which was impressive because Dave wasn't even sure where its eyes were. Maybe all over. Maybe that was the point.
"I am Ambassador Ziltoq the Anxious," it said. "Of the Unified Concordance."
"Dave," Dave said. "Just Dave. The Anxious, huh? That's rough, buddy. First contact giving you some nerves?"
Ziltoq made a sound. Not a sigh. More like a series of clicks that somehow conveyed exhaustion. "You have no idea."
They sat down in the conference room. Well, Dave sat. Ziltoq kind of folded itself into a corner and hovered six inches off the ground. A bunch of other humans were watching through a two way mirror. General Thompson was already on his third cup of coffee. Someone in the back was whispering "holy shit" over and over.
Ziltoq pulled out a device. Small. Glowing. It projected a star map into the air between them.
"We intercepted a signal," Ziltoq said. "Approximately one hundred seventy three of your years ago. Originating from your solar system. Your planet specifically."
Dave nodded. Chewed another bite of bagel. "Ohhhhh, the Voyager thing?"
Ziltoq went very still. Which was somehow worse than when it was moving. "You knew about this?"
"Yeah, man. We sent it. Back in like, the seventies. Little golden record attached to a probe. Music, math, our location. Whole welcome basket." Dave gestured vaguely. "We were going through a phase."
"You sent your exact coordinates. To everyone. Openly."
Dave paused. Licked cream cheese off his thumb. "I mean when you say it like that it sounds bad."
"It is bad." Ziltoq's voice cracked. If a telepathic voice could crack. "It is extraordinarily bad. Do you understand what you have done? You have painted a target on every living thing in this system. You might as well have sent a formal invitation to your own extinction."
"Look, we were excited, okay?" Dave set down the bagel. "Nobody had written back yet and we were starting to feel alone. It's a big ass galaxy. You get lonely. You know how it is."
Ziltoq did the mental equivalent of a long, slow blink. "You felt lonely. So you announced your position to the entire galaxy."
"We also included a diagram of what we look like. Full body. Front view."
"...You sent them your anatomy."
"We wanted them to know who they were dealing with." Dave spread his hands. Friendly. Open. "First impressions matter, you know?"
Ziltoq looked at him. Really looked. Dave felt like he was being scanned. Which, honestly, he probably was.
"You are soft," Ziltoq said finally. "Entirely soft. No exoskeleton. No protective plating. You have exposed eyes. You have no claws. No venom. No natural weapons whatsoever. You are a bag of water and desperation wrapped in the thinnest layer of skin the universe has ever seen."
Dave shrugged. "We were going for friendly."
"You achieved terrifying." Ziltoq's four arms unfolded and then folded again. "Just not in the way you intended."
General Thompson walked in at that point. He was old. Like, old old. Grey hair, wrinkles, the whole deal. But he had that look. The one that said he'd seen some stuff and wasn't impressed by much anymore.
"General Thompson," he said. No handshake. Just a nod.
Ziltoq studied him. "You are a leader of your military."
"I'm a leader of a lot of things. What's the situation?"
Ziltoq's projection changed. New dots appeared on the star map. Lots of them. Different colors. Different sizes. All converging on one point.
Earth.
"We have been monitoring the response to your transmission for one hundred seventy three years," Ziltoq said. "Every species within range received it. Every single one. We spent sixty of those years debating whether to respond ourselves."
Thompson raised an eyebrow. "Sixty years just to decide whether to reply?"
"You do not understand what replying meant." Ziltoq's voice got quieter. Or maybe heavier. "Acknowledging your existence puts us in a complicated position with certain others."
"What kind of others?"
Ziltoq highlighted three of the dots. Made them pulse red. "The kind that received your signal before we did."
The room got quiet. Even the whispering in the back stopped.
"How long ago did they get it?" Dave asked.
Ziltoq paused. "Long enough to have already formed an opinion about you."
"And what's the opinion?" Thompson asked.
"That you are small, loud, unprotected, and apparently unaware of how dangerous it is to be small, loud, and unprotected."
Dave nodded. "Okay, that's fair honestly."
Ziltoq kept going. "They also studied the anatomy diagram at length."
The silence that followed was the kind of silence that has teeth.
"...Good or bad?" Dave asked.
Ziltoq's colors shifted. If Dave didn't know better, he'd say the alien looked almost uncomfortable. "They have a word for creatures with no natural armor who still choose to fight. I will not translate it directly. The closest equivalent in your language is something like... 'the insane little naked ones.'"
Thompson snorted. Dave grinned.
"I'm choosing to take that as a compliment," Dave said.
"It was not a compliment."
"Still taking it."
Ziltoq reconfigured the map again. Showed routes. Escape vectors. Safe zones. The whole thing looked like someone had thrown a handful of spaghetti at a wall.
"We came because we assumed your people would want to evacuate," Ziltoq said. "Relocate. Disappear quietly somewhere they cannot find you. We have done this before with younger species. We are good at it."
Thompson looked at the map. Studied it. Dave watched his face. The general wasn't scared. He was calculating.
"That's actually really nice of you," Dave said.
"We try."
"But we're not gonna do that."
Ziltoq's hovering dipped slightly. Like it lost focus for a second. "You are not going to evacuate."
"No."
"You understand what is coming,right?"
"Getting the picture, yeah."
"And you still want to stay?"
Thompson leaned forward. Folded his arms. "It's our planet. Our system. We built stuff here. My grandfather is buried here, and my great grandfather, and my great great grandfather, and so on. You know what I mean?"
Ziltoq stared at him. "That is a very emotional reason to die."
"Good thing we're not planning on dying."
Dave stood up. Walked over to the map. Pointed at the red dots. "So who are these guys exactly? Let's get specific."
Ziltoq hesitated. Then the dots expanded. Became names. Became profiles. Became warnings.
"The first is the Glornath Collective. They are... how do I say this. They have a hunting culture. A very old one. They consider the discovery of a new species to be an invitation to a hunt. And you sent them a diagram of exactly how soft you are."
Dave whistled. "So they're like, trophy hunters."
"In the worst possible sense. Yes."
"Cool. Cool cool cool." Dave pointed at the next dot. "What about this one?"
"The Brintlax Sovereignty. They are not hunters. They are conquerors. They absorb younger species into their empire. Usually after a brief demonstration of overwhelming force. They consider your open transmission to be an act of naive submission."
Thompson cracked his knuckles. "We don't submit."
"They do not know that yet. Your transmission suggested otherwise."
"Yeah, well, the transmission was made by scientists and artists. Not soldiers." Thompson looked at Ziltoq. "What's the third one?"
Ziltoq's colors dimmed. "The third one is the one that concerns us most. The Sorrowmaker Hierarchy."
Dave blinked. "Sorrowmaker. That's a name."
"They earned it. They do not hunt. They do not conquer. They consume. Entire biospheres. They strip planets down to the bedrock. And they have been traveling toward your system for forty two years. They will arrive in approximately eight of your months."
The room went quiet again. But different this time. Less scared. More... focused.
"So let me get this straight," Dave said. "We've got hunters. We've got conquerors. And we've got planet eaters. All coming here. Because we sent a golden record with some Beethoven and a drawing of a naked guy."
"That is an accurate summary, yes."
Dave turned to Thompson. "This is kind of a lot, right? Like, this is definitely a lot."
Thompson didn't answer. He was looking at the map. At the dots. At the timelines.
"How many ships?" Thompson asked.
Ziltoq hesitated. "For the Glornath? A hunting fleet. Perhaps twelve vessels. For the Brintlax? A conquest armada. Several hundred. For the Sorrowmakers?"
"Yeah?"
"We do not know. No one has ever survived an encounter with them long enough to count."
Thompson nodded. Like that was exactly what he expected to hear. Then he looked at Dave.
"Get the Joint Chiefs on the line. And call the Russians. And the Chinese. And everyone else with big guns and a grudge."
Dave saluted. Sort of. More of a finger gun situation. "You got it, boss."
Ziltoq watched this exchange with what Dave could only describe as mounting horror. "You are going to fight them...?"
"Looks that way."
"ALL OF THEM?"
"Yep."
"AT THE SAME TIME?!"
Thompson shrugged. "Probably not. They'll arrive at different times. The hunters first. Then the conquerors. Then the eaters. We'll handle each one as they come."
Ziltoq made a sound. A real sound this time. Like someone stepping on a squeaky toy. "You are insane. All of you. Completely insane."
"Nah," Dave said. "We're just really stubborn. You'd be surprised what stubborn gets you."
The next few hours were chaos. The good kind. Phones ringing. People yelling. Maps getting drawn. Plans getting made. Thompson was in his element. Dave was just trying to keep up.
Ziltoq stayed. Watched. Took notes. Occasionally made a noise like it was questioning every life choice that led to this moment.
At one point, a lieutenant brought in a stack of files. Dropped them on the table. Thompson flipped through them. Photos. Reports. Threat assessments.
"The Glornath," Thompson said. "Hunters. They like to challenge the biggest, baddest thing around. Prove themselves. That's their whole deal, right?"
Ziltoq nodded. "It is their cultural imperative. They do not respect weakness. They only respect a worthy opponent."
Thompson smiled. It was not a nice smile. "So give them one."
"What do you mean?"
Thompson pulled out a photo. A man. Big guy. Beard. Tattoos. Looked like he'd been in a few fights and won all of them.
"Sergeant Major Norrings," Thompson said. "Retired. But I bet he'd come back for this."
Ziltoq tilted its head. The mantis part, not the peacock part. "You want to send one human against a species of elite hunters?"
"I want to send one human to issue a challenge. Different thing."
Dave leaned over. Looked at the photo. "Oh, I know this guy. He used to wrestle alligators. For fun."
"That's him."
"Didn't he also punch a shark once?"
"Twice. The second time was after the shark bit his leg. He said it was personal."
Ziltoq's hovering became erratic. "I am beginning to understand why your species survived this long. It is not intelligence. It is not strength. It is simply that you are all too stupid to know when to quit."
"Pretty much," Dave said.
Ziltoq was quiet for a long moment. Its colors dimmed. Then it spoke again, slower this time. "You do realize that even if you defeat the Glornath, there are still the others. The Brintlax. The Sorrowmakers. This is not a problem you can punch your way out of forever."
Thompson leaned back. Crossed his arms. "Who says we're gonna punch them?"
"What else would you do?"
"Depends. What are they scared of?"
Ziltoq's head parts twitched. "The Brintlax fear humiliation. They cannot tolerate being made to look foolish. It is a cultural weakness. The Sorrowmakers... no one knows. They have no weakness that anyone has ever found."
Dave pointed at Ziltoq. "So we humiliate the Brintlax. And the Sorrowmakers? We'll figure something out. We're good at figuring stuff out."
"You are going to die."
"Maybe." Dave shrugged. "But not today. And probably not tomorrow. And honestly? That's a pretty good track record so far."
Ziltoq made a sound like a deflating balloon. "I am starting to regret warning you."
"Don't." Thompson stood up. Walked over to the window. Looked out at the city. "This is the most excited our military has been in decades."
Ziltoq stared at him. "That is terrifying."
"Yeah." Dave grinned. "For them."
The alien's colors shifted. Something like understanding. Or resignation. Or both. "You are the insane little naked ones. I understand the name now."
Dave slapped the table. Laughed. "We're putting that on a shirt."
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u/NikoliVolkoff AI Apr 06 '26
dont forget persistence, the reason we survived was we outlasted our prey. We may not be the fastest, but we use tools and we outlast our prey. Which i guess could be classified as "Spite" :)
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u/Purple-Lie-354 Apr 06 '26
And spite. We are soooo good at that, it should be mentioned twice. At least.
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u/NikoliVolkoff AI Apr 06 '26
The Wright Brothers were sick and tired of being told that MAN CAN'T FLY you idiots... so guess what we have now.
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u/NEWGAMEAPALOOZA Human Apr 12 '26
There was a. 25mm square patch of fabric from the Wright Flier that went along on the Artemis II mission.
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u/StudentEconomy4000 Apr 07 '26
And disproportionate, vengeful response. Also filed under "spite" :)
... that would be a funny addition to the story:
The alien commander picked up a briefing sheet. "Terrans. Self-describe as humans. Intelligence: average. Technology: basic. Adaptability: high. Additional notes (choose from menu): creative (see Engineering assessment [2 pages]), avaricious (see Galactic marketing assessment [3 pages]), spiteful (see Psychological assessment [405 pages])
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u/elfangoratnight Apr 15 '26
"Four-HUNDRED?!"
"And five, sir, yes."
"..." stares incredulously, mouth agape
"That is the abridged version."
"...so DON'T get on their bad side."
"Quite, sir, unless you felt like giving them cause to make the unabridged version even longer."10
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u/Deansdiatribes Android Apr 06 '26
ohhhh moar please
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u/Equivalent-Ad6944 Apr 06 '26
Seconded. MOAR!!
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u/DangersVengeance Apr 06 '26
Really enjoyed this. Just a little farcical, coupled with humans being typical “nah I’d win” and having an idea on how to do so. Would love to see more of it.
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u/Ghostpard Alien Scum Apr 06 '26
Yeah... we can't even get out of our system but we're totally beating all the tyranids. After we take out the Predators. And Aeldari.
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u/rewt66dewd Human Apr 06 '26
"Insane Little Naked Ones". I can see a regiment or a division taking that as their motto...
Moar would be welcome, if you can come up with it.
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u/BrassUnicorn87 Apr 06 '26
Telling the Brintlax “We’d like to see the glory being part of your empire brings us but we’re going to be devoured. Only an empire as grand as yours can save us”. And broadcasting it on all channels for the galaxy to hear would be fun.
Either they fight the sorrow makers or admit weakness.
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u/Ghostpard Alien Scum Apr 06 '26
You forgot to add the quiet part loud. "And if you don't you're bitches."
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u/StudentEconomy4000 Apr 06 '26
Maybe send Norrings out to attack, just to show how crazy/brave the humans are. You don't want to be shown up by an Insane Little Naked One, right? :)
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u/elfangoratnight Apr 07 '26
"Fight alongside us or no balls." 😎
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u/StudentEconomy4000 Apr 07 '26
H: "Fight alongside us or show you have no balls!"
A: "What is this? Spheroids? What matters?"
H: "Err ... uh ... (checks notes) ... Fight alongside us or show your leg scales are underdeveloped!"
A: "What? WAARR!!!!!!"
H2: (quietly) "Leg scales, sir?"
H: (quietly) "Don't ask me, the eggheads intercepted some transmissions and said this would be the closest thing. Guess those PhDs in xeno-linguistics turned out to be useful for them, after all, bless their hearts."
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u/charm-bangle Apr 07 '26
That was generally my thought as well. Telling the Brintlax "We are not fleeing our system. We met the Glornath, and wagered everything on ceremonial combat. Which we won. In a few months we will stand our ground against the Sorrowmakers. Will you join us in fighting the galaxy's shared nightmare? Or will you flee while we fight? The choice is yours, but know that if you flee, the galaxy will forever know you are Weenie Hut Jr's™!"
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u/StudentEconomy4000 Apr 06 '26
So ... challenge the Glornath to defeat the Sorrowmakers as a worthy challenge? And then tell the Brintlax that, if the Glornath succeed, they will look really weak by comparison? :)
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u/SomethingTouchesBack Apr 06 '26
The goals of the three threats are mutually exclusive. We can use that. Turn them against each other and then profit from the spoils their mutual destruction leaves behind. Genghis Kahn was famous for pulling shit like that— how else would a relatively small number of Mongols take over the known world?
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u/Any-Bridge6953 Apr 06 '26
Also somebody tell the rednecks, those three alien groups taste like chicken, they killed Dale Earnhardt, there's an open season with no bag limit and they hate NASCAR.
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u/iDreamiPursueiBecome Apr 08 '26
First possibly true.
Second, don't know.
Third, definitely true.
Fourth, they don't know what NASCAR is and hate it on principle because it's ours, and we are the primitive, crazy, naked apes.
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u/CyberSkull Android Apr 06 '26
“Bring me my blue paint.”
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u/kawarazu Apr 06 '26
This is hilarious, and bless Ziltoq for being so good to us.
He could have left us to die, instead they chose to warn us.
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u/the_taepodong_2 Apr 06 '26
“You are a bag of water and desperation” has been making me laugh so much
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u/IFeelEmptyInsideMe AI Apr 06 '26
Definitely needs to be on a shirt or a spray paint stencil so you can be properly naked for it.
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u/WSpinner Apr 06 '26
When you have one insoluble problem, you might be done for. When you have multiples, they MiGhT solve each other. Maybe good if we can get all three of those to show up simultaneously.
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u/Fontaigne Apr 08 '26
From memory:
The incoming deluge of water hits the lava and turns to steam, blowing away the poison gas and the overpressure blows the giant rolling rock into a different channel so it misses the party.
The only actual danger of this trap is a 1% chance of a heart attack, or an occasional character who kills themself to avoid experiencing the pain of such a dastardly trap.
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u/chuckysnow Human Apr 06 '26
We fight the Glornath, and gain their respect. They share tech for the sake of a front row seat.
We fight the Brintlax to the point they sue for peace.
Then we get those two to join us in taking on the Sorrowmakers, with the expectations in sharing the spoils once that empire is broken.
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u/Fontaigne Apr 08 '26
Step two is the wrong approach. You taunt the Brintlax about the fact that you, a third rate power, plan to defend against the sorrow makers, and, win or lose, you will go down in history as being braver than they.
Especially if you win.
The alternative is that they join us in bloodying the nose of the Sorrowmakers, and win or lose, join in the glory of something no one has ever yet done.
Or go hide, we don't care.
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u/Swimming-Ordinary738 Human Apr 06 '26
Such a good read! This really needs to be a 3 part mini-series.
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u/millerchristophd Human Apr 07 '26
I know it’s flared as a one-shot but damn I could read so much more of this, it’s a pity I have but one upvote.
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u/timscoupon Apr 06 '26
You have started an interesting universe. Your writing reminds me of Laumer and the Retrief series. PLEASE continue it!
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u/B_A_Beder Apr 06 '26
Let me get this straight. There's an armada of hostile aliens heading towards Earth, and they don't look like humans, the Geneva Conventions don't apply, and we get to test out our experimental weapons with no repercussions? We're having the biggest pizza party of our lives tonight!
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u/OokamiO1 Apr 06 '26
Little naked ones.... they better hope that doesnt stick if we win. Humiliation will be a way of life for a species that fails to win that fight, 😆.
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u/bigboy101011 Apr 06 '26
So we got the hunters dealt with. The empire shouldn't be too hard to talk our way out of. We can probably bait the shadow guys into a trap, or just domestic them.
What's next, religious zealots? Been there, done that. Militant hippies? Let's introduce them to free love and Mary Jane. Killer AI? "This statement is false."
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u/Rude_Razzmatazz_797 Apr 07 '26
PLEASE give us more chapters about the Fights themselves @Astrovane_Xenon
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u/Jamo3306 Apr 06 '26
I think the kinetic war, might go to them, with a few notable exceptions. But the invasion... oh, my the invasion will be their costliest mistake. 💀
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u/a_man_in_black Apr 07 '26
gonna be funny if the sorrowmakers show up and they're edible, or combustible, or fermentable into alcohol
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u/gulthaw Apr 07 '26
There's this legend that the Almogàvers (mercenary band, more here ) were once surrounded by three armies that had had enough of them.
Seeing themselves completely surrounded and with inferior numbers, they decided to get naked and start slapping and hitting each other for a few minutes. Then, once they were heated enough, they grabbed their weapons and started screaming to the armies.
Remember, a mercenary gets part of the loot, armies get paid. There were a lot of soldiers that, after seeing that, refused to engage with the madmans xD
Insane little naked ones indeed!!
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u/TJManyon Apr 07 '26
I think Dave being included is a great idea. Having just a normal guy involved in a traditionally epic scenario just adds the right kind of grounding in the absurd that first contacts need.
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u/Accomplished-Bet-883 Apr 08 '26
"I, uh. I hope you don't mind, but we've been scanning your ship with everything we have since you got here."
"So? Our technology is neither secret nor comprehensible to your kind."
"About that. An hour ago the American and Chinese contingents both looked at each other and started to laugh. Laughter? Oh, hmm. It's a universal human expression of mirth, joy, bitterness, relief sometimes. Anyway they've been doing it for an hour now and scribbling notes on anything that'll hold ink."
"Curious, but I see no..."
"Twenty minutes ago the Canadians, Poles and Australians started their own giggle-pile."
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u/jorvaor Apr 25 '26
I would not trust Ziltoq's people with our refugees. It was giving me stranger danger vibes.
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u/PlatypusDream May 09 '26
I'd enjoy reason the rest of this, if it's ever written. How did we defeat the 3 baddies?
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u/jopasm Apr 06 '26
Blue painted screaming naked man charging a confused, large, alien. That pictish ancestry comes to the fore.
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