9/29 World Creation

Hey there kids, today I'm briefly taking Grubbsy's place as typist. So here's the rules for the new world. Warning to those who weren't at the meeting: it's centered on space pirates. (Also, since I'm basically working from notes and my memory's not all that good, if I miss some important bit, let me know).

Pirates have press-ganged everyone into piracy.

There is no one left for them to pirate on their homeworld, so now they're space pirates.

Space sharks-- energy-based creatures

Space barnacles-- attach to ship's energy leaks

Boarding other ships in space is possible

Empire (which runs a planet now) just discovered a solid-gold asteroid

Renegade planet, with profiteers (uh... I think that's what he wrote...) fighting for control over the asteroid

Empire plans to take the asteroid back to their home planet and use it to create a gold moon for the home planet

Teleportation devices with particle scattering and re-assembly

The pirates are the good guys (sort of)

Energy source (affectionately known as "planet juice") powers Empire ships, cannons, etc.

Ships have energy shielding

The pirates' ships are weak compared to the Empire's ships, so the pirates are forced to out-think their opponants

Ships are "run" with AI

Pirates dress like pirates: no shoes, fluffy white shirts, etc.

Slaves hand-crank "space oars" to power ship.

Ye gods... what were we thinking...

Unfortunately...

I will not be in attendance this evening. I have to do some other crap...trust me, though, I'd much rather be at the meeting tonight. Here is what I have of my story thus far, feel free to make comments here, or at the meeting tonight. Sorry.


“Dr. Leibowitz and I have never seen eye-to-eye on the subject of murder in the tens of thousands.” Dr. Marco Weir sat in the quarters of Captain Frank Blackney. His comment had been addressed to Blackney himself, but the aged Christopher Leibowitz, who had been in adjoining room, perked up at the mention of his name.
“Murder, as you call it, Dr. Weir, in the name of life. If we were to allow the kind of population overgrowth as is possible in the kind of environment, we would have no food to eat. However, that would be of little consequence, considering that we would be dead due to lack of breathable air.” Leibowitz sat next to Marco Weir on a choking flower print red sofa.
Captain Blackney joined the two men with a pitcher of water and three glasses, each with spoonful of brown, granulated powder at the bottom. After distributing the glasses, the captain poured each of the vessels full with the crystalline water, which turned immediately brown on contact with the powder.
“Gentlemen,” Blackney raised his glass, “here’s to fifty years of striving, and to success in the next fifty years.” The three men – the ship’s elders – drank down the solution and placed their glasses on the small, plastic table in front of the sofa. The term “elders” was actually a misnomer, as two of the men – Captain Francisco Blackney and Dr. Marco Weir – were only in their thirties, and thus were born on the Pequod II. Only Dr. Leibowitz had been alive before the Earth was tapped of its resources, and he was the only one in the room who knew that the brown powder left in the captain’s chambers tasted nothing at all like bourbon.
“What do your robot terrorists have in mind for the innocent people of our ship this time, Chris?” The question posed by Dr. Weir was meant in jest, but this subject resonated deeply with Marco and the members of his medical staff, as well as any dispensable human on the ship.
“Leave it to a medical man to rescind on a perfectly proposed, necessary function of existence. The people on this ship have disturbing abundances of free time, and choose to spend that time with members of the opposite sex.” Leibowitz’s iron mouth cracked a metallic smile, and then retained its customary look of somber sophistication.
“Wait one minute, friend, I never agreed to this idea. Hell, I was’t even born yet! This idea was shoved down everyone’s throat by you and your robotics people. You knew the Earth had damned itself to hell, and its people had no time to argue. You simply took advantage of that situation. You had no respect for any sciences other than robotics.”
“But, Dr. Weir, robotics is the only science.”

World decided on on 9-22

Project/name of ship : Pequod Two aka B.O.B.

ship sends robots out to kill when population gets to big.
Religion:
Be like a recent, contrived, enforced sort of Dogma. (belief system)
contrived by social groups and workers to keep people together.
Jesus coming back as LSD, because world is materialisc
Drugs used not as vent, or escape, Eucharist, brings people together
Like a party reson to get together, drops inhibitions
Ship:
Semi-sentient with helper robots
Ship is sentient enough, can sense human population
Helper becomes population control
Bodies go into composting type mechine that breaks down proteins and recycles them
Robot assembly plant on ship, to ensure robot help there
Tech:
Shredders, lawn equipment, hydroponics
Basic hand tools
Captain is elected, some type of election
Ship:
Sails on solar winds, has parachute type thing that catches solar rays
Has back up engine to power reverse and landing thrusters
Like bio-dome, seperated into spheres
Hydroponics biggest, tiered in many levels
Ship is fucking huge, like 2-3 miles tall
The ship is shaped like a pillar, a column
Straight up and down
Lots of people, to prevent inbreeding
Water replenishment system, in middle some where in middle
So it can pump up and gravity down
Psuedo-environment, trees to create 02, forest entire top and bottom, fan blows air
Also 02 backup system
Creatures:
General farm animals, but cryogenically frozen
No pets, except ones that the system doesn’t find dangerous
Aquarium in water supply
Big sucker fish that lives in the reservoir to clean,
Care and living of creatures is status system
Clockwork creatures (tamagatchi or robotic) as status and to encourage emotion
Leave:
World was demolished of resources and war ravaged the land
Lottery was used to select individuals who could ride

World for 9-22

instead of a 'world', per se, this instead will be sci-fi set on a generation ship.

A brief explanation of a generation ship:
Usually it is a gigantic ship, made to be a world in and of itself to sustain the beings put on it until their destination is reached. It does not travel light speed, or anything near that fast, it travels at the fastest speed it can, which usually is very slow compared to LS. It is called a generation ship, because when the ship reaches the supposed saving planet, it is the next generation than the original one, their children, grandchildren or others, straight down the line. No magic this time. Remember: THESE SHIPS ARE HUGE.

Here're what I'd like each of you to think of this time:

Hans: Please think of the religion of the place, do they believe in Christianity, Islam, some combination of the two, or do they come to worship the ship? Or is it a form of religion not necessarily started on earth?

Angel: Have the humans, or their animals mutated at all, since coming on the ship? Perhaps a radiation storm they passed through changed them to some extent...

Stephen: What does the ship look like on the inside and the outside? On the inside is it actually tried to set up like earth's fields and rivers are, or is it pure technology, ie. starwars/startrek?

Jason: Is the ship sentient? If not, what kind of goverment has grown up among the peoples of the ship? Do they put the captain and crew in control, or is it some other form, ie. democracy, monarchy, whatnot?

Grubbs: Why'd they leave the original planet? Was it because of famine, death, doom in the first place? Remember, this doesn't have to be earth, but it COULD be.

I'll cover the technology of the place, what they use to harvest, farm, fight, live in, whatever.

This world will by NECESSITY have to have cooperation, as in an enclosed ship like this, none of these will come to be separately from the others, but at least have some idea that you can think of before you show up.

See you guys tomorrow night!

notes on world 9.15

Project: “talking to stick”
Planet is in a bipartisan orbiting system, were there are two neighboring planets that act like moons.
Overall weather is decent; There is a lot of big sky area. Every region has specific effect but there are two storms that ravage the land; that never dissipate. They die down from time to time, but stick unexpectedly, (or expectedly depending on the culture) The land on the planet is divided into three (3) rings. The south and north are less effected by these storms; but it hits hard. In the middle the storms are more like a sand storm that just tears the living snot out of things. Yet these storms are more common and the peoples of that land are more prone to adapting. The common “work horse” animal is the “Munach“, which is a large sloth like quadruped that is extremely adaptable. Sometimes slow moving, but can carry very heavy loads. These creatures originally came from the forests of the south. How they came to populate the entire planet many are uncertain. As they are uncertain that there are others populating the planet.
The weapons of the entire planet are pretty simple. Melee weapons such as swords, mails. Mostly Javelins and slings for ranged style weapons. There are a few advanced “long” slings. About four feet long.
Northern Ring:
The land is very mountainous and rocky. There is little plant life but the humans of the north have learned to trellis their agriculture. The land has also been “hollowed out.” presumably from some ancient race that once inhabited the north but is now unseen. (sounds familiar) Resulting in hollowed out rocks and caves that act as infrastructure to the peoples that live there.
The land above the tunnels and caves is controlled by men. Many tribes of nomadic or settled warriors. Typically a warrior culture lead by the strongest male or in some cases female. There is much competition for rank and control. The tribes also have peaceful means of negotiation amongst themselves. The “Althing” is a council used only once per generation. Emergency meetings exist, but are unexpected and most tribes will view it as a trick. Known for trading with the “Karim” or “the pale children”. Have advanced in the way of agriculture well. Munach used widely by these peoples. They are known to hunt an elk like creature called a Ya’kato. Which are versatile, leaping from mountain to mountain, on powerful legs. They can even get to be the size of a horse (I know there are no horses but that is about the size.) The tribes on the south have also come to construct simple boats. Maybe like that of the long boat used by the natives the northern Midwest. They may have, or may be discovering the middle ring. Again up to you. Also an interesting note, the northern ring is the only one with known deposits of iron ore. These humans have applied this iron technology with little success but has gifted them with the superior weapon line. Swords and mails are awkward and unrefined. Axes are viewed as quite unusual. While being able to weald most weapons the humans lack the training to use the long sling. In its place a lot of throwing weapons are used for hunting. By displaying wisdom and courage at tribal rituals they believe their totem gods grant them enhancing powers, that they need to ensure a good hunt or battle.
Also in the north, hidden in a few select geothermic caves is a race called the “Karim.” They only reach about four (4) feet tall, they are very slender, pale and do not go outside in the day. While they are primitive, mealy mining with picks and the like, they have found iron veins in sands stone and have been trading with the humans of that region for sometime.
The Karim are know for adapting and using the long slings quite superiorly. They try to avoid melee combat if at all possible, preferring to sneak in the shadows of their caves. They will resort to picks, but will also use surprise tactics and overwhelming odds to their advantage. Also, traveling through the caves for so many generations has granted these pale children almost a sixth sense ability. No entrance or exit, door, or secret crevice is beyond their notice. Even cave ins are predicted and avoided. They are truly the masters of their domain.

Middle Ring:
The middle ring is mostly deserts and buttes; dried up canyons, and your typical bad lands. Hidden dangers lie here, steep cliffs, quick sand and cracked ground leads to very traitorous travel. With a scattered oasis of life here and there, this land isn’t all bad. It has some of the nicest beaches in the world.
Vulture like birds called the Gra’mon, with wing spans up to six feet, scower the land for anything it can get in it’s beak. With dull brown plumage these birds can blend into the surrounding landscape quite easily. Though they are the last concern of yours.
Also in the deep sands of the desert there have been sightings of some sort of digging lizard. Usually nocturnal, the creatures are positively cocky when it comes to maneuvering through the sand. With it’s powerful mouth and crushing tail, not many face these creatures willingly. Hunting parties and coming of age ceremonies will look for the tell-tail swish in the sand, or strange circular patterns. Legend has these lizards know the way to secret water chasms underground.
The people that inhabit this area, the “Kar’dor”, tend to be nomadic, guarding the few oasis areas with constant vigor. They are large, hairy and vicious creatures. They have large feet, screaming “Jehad!” They are very barbaric, being a race that has adapted to the sands and harsh sun. They are very war like, and aggressive against others, including other tribes. Though it is said that they have the secrets of the deserts, there is no known recorded language. A few runes have been found, but are nothing like the rouge language of the people. As far as weapons are concerned, mauls are the most common weapon. Double axes are a personal favorite for those on the hunting path. But, if there is enough material, they like to use swords, the bigger the better. Clamors or basted are considered a status cymbal among other things. The shaman of these people are particularly dangerous. They are believed call forth the gust of sands at their will. Storms and wind can be harnessed by these dangerous men, and even a pledge of locusts are not out of their control.
Southern Ring:
This ring contains the majority of the fresh water for the entire planet. As a result it is known to sustain a lot more life. Such a diverse eco-culture from that of the first two rings. Grass lands and Forests, hills and swamps. Many beast and men roam the land in there own areas, oblivious to the other, or perhaps not. Full of conflict and advance, not the setting for your average writer.
Dangerous ape-like beasts roam the forest of the bottom ring. They tend to be omnivorous, but will resort to cannibalism if needed. They live in the trees and will rarely set foot on the ground, unless it is to dye their fur by rolling in leaves. Oddly enough, their fur markings give them a sort of camouflage to blend into the foliage. Though they tend to be more intelligent then most beast; they still choose to ripe your arms out of your sockets with their powerful arms and shoulders. Broad backed and strong, these monsters are best left to be in the deep forests.
Large monarchies of humans control the southern ring. While they are not the only humanoid inhabitance on this particular ring, they are politically strong. There are a lot of them. These governments tend to be a bit more oppressive, demanding the peasant class to work for the glory of the Monarch. They are far more technologically advanced than the northern and middle ring human civilizations. Axes are a very favored weapon, as iron must be imported. Quarter staves are very common to see, and basic siege towers have been seen. Along with a few trebuchets.
Another group inhabiting the deep forests, away from human intervention are the “pointed people.” Graceful and elegant, slender forms. Herbivores and knowledge about the woods and its hidden remedies. People often call them stupid for there lack of “value.” The life just simpler, moving at a slower pace and full of appreciation for the land around them. They have an avid belief in magic and its power to heal. They view it as a tangible force in themselves and everything around them. Tablets also talk of their race and the conjecture of the planets. Saying that it will lead to the extinction of the entire planet. For when there is alignment, these peaceful fey folks change into horrific, carnivorous monsters. But again, this is just legend they tend to use a lot of walking sticks.

dammit grubbs.

where's the world? You told me Friday morning. it is now friday afternoon.

if it's a whoopin' you're a-wantin'....

The plan for tonight...

I won't be there this evening, due to a funeral that I have to be at tonight.

The world we work on is this: A continent, on an earthlike planet, Fantasy setting. No spaceships/sci-fi stuff.

And here's the things I want people to be thinking about:
Hans: think about what governments may be set up.
Angel: Think about what kind of races there will be
Stephen: weapons/vehicles/technological status, iron age/bronze age/ etc.
Grubbs: Magic, what're the rules?
Erin(if you're there): Monsters. What are the enemies of civilization in this place?
Jason, you'll be doing what I'd be doing if I were there. You're going to handle the Environment on the continent. Desert, forest, moutnains, island chains off the coast? You get to decide.

Now, if I were there, here's what we'd do tonight: we'd read the writing done for last week, comment on it the first half. The second half we'd have each person go around in the circle and talk about what they decided on for the world. After Grubbsy has written everything down, and everyone has had a turn to talk, then we start to mesh the concepts, ie. this race lives in the desert, and is natural enemies of this monster which lives in the forest, etc. This should work really well.

And then for next week, we do some of the same stuff, except this time we're responsible for different things.

Goddammit. I wish I was going to be there tonight. Oh well. Feel free to comment on my story below. I'm planning to add more detail fo' sho'. Peace out, my bruddas.

Story to deal with the Mars World...

The bones were lying out in the open. This was the Masters (as they’ve been known forever) at their best. So full of ego that they figured the sacrosanct nature of the stones and their dead would stop all beings from looking into the graves.
I didn’t care. I looked around. It had been some time since my masters had followed me out on a hunt, but it never hurts to be careful. Through my slit eyes the red landscape of mars was empty, dust swirls in the distance.
It was a good thing, as I went back to the transport that had been mine since I was raised up from the Earth. They didn’t need such things planetside, as at 20 feet tall they ate the distance with elongated strides. They made the transports especially for their chosen servants, making it easier for us to keep up with them.
I pulled back the pieces of netting over the bed of the transport, exposing the concealed illegal weaponry that I carried. Wait, I should explain that better. It isn’t illegal for me, a normal human. The masters are forbidden by law, when fighting amongst themselves never to weapons. We servants, on the other hand, are bound by no such laws. Those of us who are both resourceful and discrete, weapons are lying about like the bones before me.
The civilization of the masters is in downfall. There are those of us who have been around long enough to know what is useful from the discarded junk technology. We can fashion these objects from their ships into oftentimes overlooked personal weaponry. And with the amount of time that I’ve been here, my network of contacts can get me almost anything that I want or need.
I pulled out my first weapon, a modified Quaker. I laid that on the ground, because before I used it, I’d have to have my backup weapon in place. Once the aliens are flushed, they tend to be angrier than usual. The next weapon (my backup) was recognizable enough to any Master. It threw a radioactive beam, akin to the bombs that were recently used on the area of Sumeria, except localized into a beam.
Sumeria…that place is nothing but blackened ruined heaps now, smoking craters and charcoal grey dust floating slowly down. It’ll be uninhabitable for the next 4000 years according to my Master. It had been set off to stop one of the runaway Masters from setting up his own kingdom away from the others. These insurrections had become more often lately, with the Master’s Masters, or the King and Queen, turning their attention away from the outer colonies like Earth. Sumeria had been the first time they used Nuclears on any location on Earth. It must have been a very dangerous Master.
Usually, these Masters run to Mars if they aren’t insistent on setting up their own fiefdom. That’s where I come in. I’m the Prime Hunter to stop these renegades. I think the reason that they’ve got to be stopped, even on Mars, is that if they get away the whole system that the Masters have put in place seems to be shaky. That leads to fear, and then to dissolution of what we’ve got here as far as politicals go.
Fear upsets people beyond rationality.
Why don’t the Masters hunt for themselves? Some servants think that it is because they are so abhorrent to violence. This doesn’t explain Sumeria. I think I may be alone in the fact that I think the reason they don’t hunt is fear. They’re afraid of death. This may be because I hunt them, and see this all the time but still. It explains why they hide the bodies of their dead under gigantic rocks. It tells of their fear of death, not of the honor of the fallen.
I set my weapons up, put my goggles over my eyes, and shoved the end of the Quaker into the red dust of Mars. I noticed an odd formation near where the Quaker went in, it looked like some sort of face. Smirking to myself, I imagined it to be my prey, and stomped it out. I braced myself for the firing.
The Quaker shot, and it throbbed in my hands. It fired in bursts of sonics, and that’s what caused the crust of the planet to move when fired from a ship. That’s what the Masters told me when they raised me to this position, along with everything else I knew. They gave me that, in return for lifelong service. I thought it was a good deal. Especially now, when I’m out to kill one of their kind.
I flipped it off as the burial stone completely disintegrated. I readied the back up weapon to fire at the spot when I heard a voice behind me.
“I hope that was worth it. If someone else had seen that, they’d be so afraid of upsetting the runes on the stone that they’d kill you.”
I whipped around, and my beam weapon was snatched out of my hand. “Wha-?”
“Now, gray hair, be careful where you’re pointing that. What a look on your face! Your wrinkles are all standing straight!”
I started backing away slowly, faced with the master that I’d been hunting. He was short for one of their kind, reaching only three times my height, and his breathing apparatus undone. “You’ll die.” I said.
“Oh eventually. But by whose hand?” He replied, shrugging.
“Probably nature, if not by me. Your respirator is undone.” I nodded towards the machinations on his head.
“Oh, I know. I’m not worried, Death by nature is preferable to other kinds.” He said, and threw the beam weapon back towards the Quaker and the transporter.
I found myself facing the one I’m supposed to kill, who was unfortunately in between both my means of escape and my means of killing him. “I’m supposed to kill you.” I said, stupidly. I had no way to back that up.
“Yes, I’d imagine. No one comes out to the wastelands of Mars if they’re not on a mission.” He sat down in front of me, crossing his legs.
“Yeah? So why are you out here?”
“Please, sit. My mission is to talk to you.” He raised his eyes and looked at the Martian atmosphere, “ and then probably to die.”
“I won’t betray my Masters or my mission. Nor will I bow to you for some stupid kingdom you’re setting up.”
“Nor would I ask you to. I only want you to know something that I’ve discovered. Something that will rearrange your…loyalties.”
“To what purpose?”
He shook his head, and fully removed his respirator. “There, that’s better. The purpose? To make sure that one of your kind knows the truth.” He coughed out the last bit. The Martian air is deadly to any who breathe it for too long.
I said nothing, still casting about for ideas how I could end this. When you’ve cornered one, they usually start trying to bribe you, and talk, and keep alive longer. I don’t blame them, I’d do the same.
“Please, sit. I’ll die of atmospheric poisoning in a short period. Listen.” His eyes were open, pleading. I very rarely could stand against a Master when they spoke. I sat, but had things to say before I prepared to listen.
“The truth? The truth is that I’m a simple man, Anu’ska. I was born the fifth generation from the creation of the species, and it is pleasing to the Lord Osinara to be hunting you. My pride is my life.” I said, saluting hand over eyes as I’d done all my life in deference to the Masters.
“The fifth generation, indeed. And proud should you be, to be chosen for education by the Masters.” He said nodding, the words interspersed with more coughing. His eyes scanned my face as he paused for breath. “What do you think of the bombing of Sumeria?”
I was shocked. This was the first time any of the Masters had asked my opinion on anything, and like a fool I gave my answer right away in shock. “You are all afraid. Of something. I don’t think a master would cause that kind of fright.”
“You’ve spent a great deal of your life on Mars in pursuit of the frightful, and I’m inclined to agree with you.” My jaw dropped, and my respirator was loose, but not life threatening yet. I could only gape in surprise. No Master ever agreed with a human.
“They aren’t afraid of a Master. They’re afraid of something else. It appears there is a God that protects this planet, perhaps all planets. At least that’s what they were preaching in Sumeria.” More coughing, his nose starting to run with drops of blood. “Something started the humans there in an uproar. The Jews of the region began proselytizing to everyone else. It was a wildfire.”
“How do you know?”
“I was in control of the region. I ordered the nuclear attack. I was frightened.”
My eyes widened, and my hands hung slack as I sat there, taking this in.
“Now, as I’m dying, I need you to know the truth. You have been around the longest on Mars, and you have the respect of your peers. If this hysteria about a mysterious God continues, Earth may be a smoking crater in a very short time.”
I nodded. This Master may have been going into hysterics, but I knew that the amount of air he’d breathed would kill him. I didn’t need to worry about the bounty for his head, I’d harvest it later. I settled warily into a sitting position, where I could move fast if the hysteria caused him to do something crazy.
“You know the origin of the servants?”
“Yes. The masters took pieces of the lesser species, apes and chimpanzees and such, and bio engineered us.”
“No.”
“No?”
“We Masters live a long time. I’ll tell you what happened: We found you, preformed. It was frightening for us. You were the first species with intelligence that we had come across. At first there were calls for your destruction, then calls from calmer heads for your enslavement. You know what happened then.”
I nodded. But this wasn’t enslavement, it was employment.
“Where did we come from then?”
“I’m betting this mysterious God. The one who enflamed the people in Sumeria. We couldn’t even find anything that would appear on our scanners. It is something we have no experience with. The Masters voted for nuclear attack on the area that He has been appearing in.”
“So you destroyed it?”
“No.”
“How do you know? Surely it can’t be enflaming people there any longer?”
“How do I know? The God talked to me, and in all honesty, attacked me. I wrestled with it for quite some time, but could do nothing.”
“What did it look like?” His story was interesting, if not true. I didn’t know.
“He was bright, shining like a freshly polished bit of metal. I had to concede to Him. Then He told me: Well done! But it is from my race of man that one shall come who will wrestle me to a standstill. You have pleased me Anu’ska. You shall be my messenger to a man on Mars.”
“And he told me how to find you.”
He bent double coughing then, worrying me with his health. He staggered up, and fell over, lying on his side. “Why did the God want me?” I asked.
“Because you have respect for humans, something that has been almost taken out of the race of man by the masters. You must save the animals of Earth.”
“How? How am I to do this?”
“I don’t know…the nameless God said nothing except to give you this message. He said that you and the other humans would figure out what you should do.”
He coughed more then, and blood poured from his nose, a steady stream of red. He was not long for Mars. “I don’t know if I can do it.” I said.
“You must try, I go now to the God. I am now unafraid of death. Something that all Masters dream of being. The God has given me hope.” He rolled onto his back. He was wheezing, blood burbling out his mouth as well.
In the next few years after I turned his head in for bounty, and receiving extra pay because of the grotesque way he died, I organized and planned and found out more about this God. I had nothing better to do except prepare, and that was because I saw Anu’ska was correct about the future. More and more nuclear weapons and quakes were shaken out upon the Earth, and more and more people died. I heard the Master’s last words echoing from his death, and guiding me:
“You must save them, Noah.”

It is done; now stop your whining

Notes on 9.8 modified
*) based of cuneiform mythology
*) Setting is Pre-Earth history
*) Earth was the only planet with gold;
Colonized to mine gold, but they have all
They need now, though this is just a conjecture
And not too heavily supported
*) humans and the “Anunnaki”
*) Bio-technology at that point was unsurpassable
*) 8‘-10’ tall; look like serpent w/ eagle head
But that just breathing and swimming equipment
*) Life span 300,000 years but challenge each other
To duel a lot
*) A lot of challenging; fighting would be hand to hand
With out weapons and naked; This was only in the case of
Honorable fights, otherwise weapons, ships and dirty tactics
Were used.
*) ships had vast technology : “shake the earth” sonic
Energy weapons, limited nuclear, pillars o fire
*) Home planet “Nibiru”, in a by system
*) Wars were ended on Nibiru by a marriage
Between south and north creating a monarchy
Anu wife to Antu
*) Enki and Elil (Enlu) pure-blood decedents of Anu and Antu
Rulers of earth
*) You may take artistic license
With pets and the like
*) Alalu in charge of mars mission; resentful;
Tries to claim fame. Tried to take parts
Of the Earth for himself, but was repelled
Noted for dueling, cutting off the other dudes
Genitalia and eating it; preventing reattachment
And killing him in the process. Poisonous seamen
And all. To bad, no head for them
*) Mars as a Weigh Station
*) Water is good, air is not breathable
*) Structure required, or breathing apparatus
*) As years go by, people on mars “Igigi”
Stay inside more and more, due to harshening
Solar radiation and the planet was drying out.
*) Nibiru forgot mars, now a hostel environment
No monetary system, just bartering
*) Working, in vein, on rebuilding communication
*) For funeral serves on mars,
They burry Anunnaki under a large rock
*) Population on mars 5000 at most
For colonies that stretch the length of the river
Divided into easily distinguishable blocks
(to ease ship landing)
*) No women were allowed on the mars mission
*) Marduke, son of enki, also known as “Ra” has
Over 50 names in that region alone
*) mars mission establish for a refuel before and after earth
For some reason couldn’t make it all the way;
Once starship technology advanced was no need for mars
Mission any more; After a while was forgotten about and left
*) Humans have one word names
*) May have many names
First is the Kingdom name, usually an ancestor ruler
They were proud of; Then a period (.) then family name
Maybe father’s, mother’s grandfather’s etc. Then Period (.)
Then their name (i.e. An.Shar.Gal)
*) mix naming was common for an unimportant child;
I.e. A child of a prostitute or harem girl
*) false claims to name were also common
*) Dolphins smartest creature on planet
*) “Tiamat” was hit by Nibiru causing a chunk to
Break off, forming earth and the asteroid belt and moon
The ability to sustain life was transferred to earth
*) Also cause one of Saturn’s moons to go out of alignment
Bringing into being Pluto
*) Land war on earth, usage of nuclear bombs
*) in the Sumerian reign, there were types of fused
Rock material that could only be
Made in a nuclear reaction
*) First humans were bio-engineered from apes for labor
Were incapable of reproduction, but would live 10 times
As long as second generation or common humans
*) Humans were made to procreate but became too
Hard to control, so the Anunnaki voted n council to allow
The flood and not warn humankind. Enlil went against
The council because he pitied humans and warned Noah of
The flood.

Well, since Grubbsy seems to be a bit lax, here are what I can remember as the guidelines:

The world is Mars, roughly 7000 years ago, and it is a dying world. The atmosphere, I think we all decided, is going to be very thin, but breathable, the water is tasty and crisp.

The aliens(whose name I can't remember) are roughly 15~20 feet tall, and have come to earth to get gold for their atmosphere. Their civilization is waning, and they are the ones who supposedly created humankind.

They live a really long time too. Their weapons are shipbound, sonic earthshakers and pillars of fire(very bible-esque, as well as L. Ron Hubbard-esque(surprise surprise)), but the aliens prefer to fight hand to hand, and apparently butt-nekkid. Humans, however, are not bound by this law.

Also, when aliens die, they are buried under a big rock. THe home world is starting to ignore this lil' outpost of earth, but Mars is still the waypost for ships going to Earth.

REMEMBER the setting for the stories is MARS, not EARTH. MARS.

And that's all I can remember, but that's all I need for my story.

Damn you Grubbs

You were supposed to post the guidelines for this week's world before today. I'm really not that mad, it just means that I will have to do the project on Monday.

Update

Right, then. Hans, your blog is up on the sidebar. Everyone else... go look. Where the heck do you find this stuff?

I forgot to ask at the meeting, but do you want your e-mail address up too, or not?

Possible Itinerary For 9/8

*) Discussing Works -
Also known as old business, open to looking at what has been posted to the form. Verbal critics or blind flattery, all postings are open season :D
* ) Current Projects -
Also known as new business, stories for class, majors, or the-hell-of-it could be brought in. If you are not afraid of red ink, like my self, and need a piece looked over bring it on in. I am sure we could give a few helpful subjections. Ihehehe
*) World building -
As an endeavor toward the anthology, it was brought to my attention that a possible world building session might be a good time. This could be done individually, but where would the fun in that be? World building would be the setting for a common story the group could work on together. Yeah, group activates.
*) Due Dates -
As summations have been sparse, and unscheduled. An idea was presented to have pre-selected post day or a day of the week we would like all who “assigned” writings posted on the blog.
SOMETHINGS TO THINK ABOUT
All of you who would like to participate in our “world building activity” which is hopefully all of you. If you could either think about or list a few thing that make a world. Now a world is just a current setting. Anything from time, to place, from era to current political situation. Please think about and contribute to the group list and discussion. That way we all can be on the same page, so to speak, about the setting of the group story.
PUBLIC SERVICE ANOUNCEMENT
This is a writing club, writing may go on. Because of this, I encourage everyone to bring paper and a writing implement. I am not specific so as to test your creativity. Thank your for your compliance.

Mike, and the like

I'm not sure if this is enough info, and I'm surprised that I'm the first one posting, but here it is. My character's name: SCT-X15 (nicknamed "Mike") Home: Warehouse 12-A, Storage room 8, Juno City, Mars Age: 152 years old, but rebuilt a total of 17 times Height: 6' Weight: 786 lbs. Occupation: Testing starships for Globovision Technical Hobbies: See above Favorite Foods: Grease, Freon A little something about his personality: At a certain age, a robot has studied enough human beings to develop a sort of emotional-reflex system, using their countless stored emotional responses in the most human of ways. It is at this point in their existence that robots become a liability and are decomissioned. Mike, who has recently found his given name (SCT-X15) a little cold and not quite fitting his vibe, dubbed himself with the new nickname and thus sealed his fate.

Hazing Perhaps??

"How intricate must we be, to paint the darks and lights of our reality.
How genious in design, that ourselves we may define."

I'll be around...