You’re in luck, in that I know for a fact that someone in the fandom is working on a longfic with that very premise. But with apologies to that fan, who I support in their endeavors wholeheartedly, I will try my own take. Content warning for suicidal ideation.
«Oh no,» said Janath 1012 as the mysterious light in the sky approached the construction site. «Oh, shit. That’s an Andalite fighter.»
«Oh, good,» I said brightly. «Let’s go toward it and see if it kills us.»
«Please don’t say things like that,» Janath pleaded. «I’ve asked you to stop saying things like that.»
«Why? Because it hurts your little slug feelings? I bet it hurts my mom’s feelings worse when Visser One makes her kill people.» I pictured Andalite warriors streaming out of the ship and vaporizing me with their Shredders.
“Hey, guys?” Janath said with my mouth. “Maybe we should turn back. What there’s Klingons in there or something? I don’t wanna risk it.”
«Or maybe you should go toward it,» I mused. «After all, if it turns out you could have stopped some Andalite warriors and you ran away instead, won’t you get in trouble?»
“Come on, Marco,” Jake said, tugging on my shoulder. “It’s an alien ship.”
«Or maybe,» I went on, «the Andalites will tell them about the war and the Yeerks, and then they’ll figure out your little secret, and they’ll force you out of me, and then your little ethical dilemma about whether to keep enslaving a poor human kid will be solved for you.»
Somehow, of all the jabs I’d taken at my Yeerk, that was the one that convinced him. “Okay,” he said to Jake. “Fine. But we’d better get some proof that this really happened. We’re gonna be famous!”
So I was literally about to go to sleep when I leapt out of bed and went back online because I had such a good idea for how to continue this terrible AU.
A week after Janath fought with the others at the Yeerk Pool for some reason, after Tobias got trapped, he lay awake, staring at the ceiling. I knew why I couldn’t sleep, but I didn’t get what had Janath so worked up. I didn’t understand anything about him.
Finally, he said, «I can’t take this anymore. What if the morphing cube is still lying around the construction site somewhere? I have to check.»
Druid (aka DM’s 8-year-old daughter): my druid’s name is Silver Wolf! She was raised by wolves. Her animal companion’s her sister, also named Silver Wolf. So are their parents. Actually, the whole pack is named Silver Wolf. Wolves aren’t very creative.
Under D&D rules, a dagger does 1d4 base damage. The average human has a Strength score of 10, adding no bonuses. Several of them, due to the military background of many, likely had strength or dexterity scores of 11-14. But only two or three, and quite a few would be frail with old age, sinking to 8-9 strength. All in all, we can only add a total of +1 damage per round from Brutus.
An estimate of sixty men were involved in Caesar’s actual murder. Not the wider conspiracy, but the stabbing.
Julius Caesar was a general, which is generally depicted as a 10th level fighter. Considering his above baseline constitution and dex, weakened by his probable history of malaria, epilepsy, and/or strokes (-1 dex modifier), and lack of armor at the time of the event, he would likely have something along the lines of AC 9 and 60 HP. The senators would likely hit him roughly 55% the time.
So the Roman senate had a damage-per-round of 66, more than enough to kill Caesar in one round even without factoring in surprise round advantage.
THIS MADE ME SO HAPPY I DONT EVEN KNOW HOW PLEASE I ADVISE YOU GUYS TO DRAW ALONG WITH BOB ROSS IN MS PAINT IT IS AN EXPERIENCE I AM SO CONFUSED BUT PLEASED FUCKING DO IT
the world as we know it has ended and mother nature starts taking back what’s hers. there are no zombies or cannibals or murderous bandits. the most valued members of the community are those who know how to garden and farm, sew and weave, treat wounds, work wood or build with bricks, cook from scratch.
people bond together to begin rebuilding instead of killing each other. everyone teaches each other whatever they do know and works together to figure out the stuff none of them know. books become incredibly valued resources because they’re often the only way to learn critical information. if someone is elderly, disabled, or otherwise unable to work at the same level as most of the community, they’re taken care of by the others, not told any sort of “survival of the fittest” bs.
as the generations ware on, communities begin expanding into small cities. some of the settlements even find ways to repurpose solar or wind power on a small scale and have electricity in some of their buildings. storytellers wander the countryside telling tales of the old world in return for some hot stew or a place to rest for the night, and the mythos of the new world start to incorporate elements of the past. the only thing that remains constant is that humans survive, and they do it by working together.
A CHILL AF MANGA ABOUT A ROBOT LADY RUNNING A COFFEE SHOP DURING THE DECLINE OF HUMANITY WHERE EVERYONE IS SUPER NICE AND HAPPY AND IT’S JUST REALLY LOVELY
IT IS LEGIT ONE OF MY FAVORITE SCI-FI WORKS AND A HUGE INSPIRATION FOR MY WRITING
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Diseases come and go at thousands of times the rate they do in our world. Waking up with a brand new undocumented illness is as common as us getting a regular cold. The most common however are probably the many strains of flesh-eating bacteria, those pesky fungi that make you climb skyscrapers like a big dope and the viruses that make you somewhat embarrassingly start eating the nearest person even when the occasion doesn’t call for it at all.
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