Nice! I like the simplicity of it. I would suggest splitting it up, its a bit of a block. but overall really good!

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This is my favourite one ❤️

Followup - the party goes great, and the gig makes more money than cartel operations. So the cartel makes it a regular thing, making huge amounts of money, until the copyright and trademark owners catch wind of things and want their cut.

You can make the friend is like the last thing of clarity in the main character is broken life. The first chapter the best narrates their calm and collected. But as the main character falls deeper and deeper into what they’re doing the friends, natural nonchalant energy about things becomes more pleading. The best friend ends up ruining their lives, trying to save somebody who can’t be saved.

I don’t want you to actually do this, but Imma just drop it here to give somebody that has more braincells an idea. I found this extremely cursed thing on YouTube: Dream/Georgenotfound.

LMAO

100 million years later is enough time to colonise the galaxy at an acceptable rate I think we would either be long dead or the aliens would already be dead, known about or enslaved

"Splick Coo Griddle Henry Zhif-Tan! Quon How Mucha Mucha xoch Pow'hafta Screech Binga Koff. Meeanto Liiff'chu!" The large tentacled thing across from Anderson Cooper said. A moment later, it's translator rendered it into particularly awful English. "Firstly off the Contacting! Very badness! Monarch of Great Lizard Sapients Consume Ambassador! War Became!"

"I see," the reporter said, nodding his head in an practiced motion no different than you'd see in an interview with a politician having a sex scandal or a famous musician fresh out of rehab.

"Bring'UH! Tel'chanaka, Mucha Mucha Squeeeelllllll Preeettt he'Fou! Gondo Pref-Don Whooomuumnz! Pow'hafta Screech Binga Koff x'el x'el greeeee..." "You humans know of..." The translator cut out, beeping angrily. The alien made an unhappy sounding noise, opened the back of the translator, and switched out a blue bar with an identical blue bar. The translator beeped happily and continued to fail miserably at it's intended function. "You humans have knowing of this! The Greatening of the Tyranny is told of by you! You name Monarch of Great Lizard Sapients..."

"Teeaaaaaa Wreeeecccckkkzzz!"

'T H A T.' I let out a short sigh. "That's what I thought you would say. Listen, I know that was you fucking with the lights last week, it blew out the breaker panel and the landlord made me pay for it, you owe me."

'I O W E U T H I S D I-' "GROSS dude, seriously. You're disgusting, I know you keeping doing something to the water pipes outside the bathroom to try to wash away the protection spell, that was another $2k for the plumber by the way."

'S H O W M E-' "Absolutely not. Look, I've had enough. I ran into the priest from the church I used to go to and I invited him over for coffee. Now, I didn't tell him about you, but if I don't see some cash by the time he get's here, I'm gonna have him excersize your bitch ass."

'B U L L S H I T' "Look out the window, he should be here any minute."

The ouija board is still for a minute and I know I got him on the ropes.

'H E L O O K L I K E A B I T C H I A I N T S C A R E D' "O really? Well did you know that he used to be an Arch Bishop and has been ordained by the pope?"

There was a brief pause and then 'I M A J U S T P O S S E S S T H E C A T A G A I N A N D C L A W H I-' "Apperantly you didn't notice, but I took the cat to the neighbors, this ain't my first day."

Another pause 'B I T C H I M D E A D Y O U K N O W I M B R O K E' "Bullshit, I know you got money somewhere, I found out about your little friend, Monica isn't it?"

'W H O D A T' "Don't play dumb, I know she's a stripper, and I know about the pizza guy that always show's up with a pizza at the same time. Just tell me where you've got the money stashed and Leonard and I will just have a nice chat about old times and the weather."

There was a knock on the door. The timing couldn't have been more perfect, but the Ouija board didn't move. "Alright, fine, enjoy hell dickhead." I got up and started towards the door when a book went sailing pass my head from behind. I looked back at the Ouija board and saw it shake a little. I walked back towards it while I heard another Knock at the door. "Just a minute," I called over my shoulder.

'F I N E L O O S E F L O O R B O A R D I N D I N I N G R O O M' "Thank you," I said with a devilish grin as I started towards the dining room. I heard a loud tearing noise, like wrapping paper behind me. I turned around to see the wallpaper had been tore in just such a way to spell out the word 'BITCH.' I just smiled again and collected what had to be at least $50k from under the dining room floor.

Funny thing is I'm working on a book sort of like this except most of the book is narrated by the pro/antagonist and then the last chapter or two is narrated by the friend. I don't have much more than a few chapters actually written out yet though and I'm struggling with exactly how to do the part from the friend's point of view.

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It's what I was aiming for

Thanking them means you accept the favour they did, and you become indebted to them implicitly. That can and will come back to bite you in the arse in nasty ways. Even if they're Brownies. Just leave a plate of food and drink out for them without acknowledging anything.

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“You’re telling me that your species sent a missile to destroy all life, waited for it to get here, waited for the light to get back to where ever you came from to witness the event, then sent a generational ship and just stopped watching the planet for development?”

Affirmative

“Did you not receive any radio signals from the planet, or observe any of our interstellar probes?”

Negative

“What would you like to happen now?”

Coexistence

“What do you have to offer us?”

The secrets of unlimited power

“Who will control this power?”

No one. It’s accessible to everyone

“You can stay, but only if you promise to never share this secret.”

Why can’t we share it

“Because there are those here that would use it to destroy the planet.”

Why would they do this

“Religion mostly. They believe that’s what their God wants.”

What is religion. What is God

“(Provides brief history of religion on earth)”

“Wait! Where are you going? Come back… hello?!”

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Why “don’t thank them?”

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"Grizzly bear in another world: the animation" sounds dope to be honest

Could take place in the far future

It was a cruel joke, I figured, that my parents picked a tortoise for my anima. There wasn't much playing to be done with her - I could talk and she would listen. Rarely, she would talk back, voice like tearing paper. Her face was wizened and craggy, and she always gave me her full attention.

I was lonely.

Unlike my friends, I couldn't really play much with my anima. They would chase and laugh and dance and sing, and all I could do is sit with mine, watching their frivolity.

Then, one day, it happened: Andrew's anima passed away. We were all of seven years of age when his anima lay itself down and didn't budge, eyes closed in a permanent, peaceful rest. As serene as it was, I will never forget how Andrew screamed and cried, begging his anima to open her eyes once again.

As we got older, the story was told again and again - friend after friend, person after person, had their anima pass away. On their anima's passing, they were declared old enough to work and told they had to take up an apprenticeship or go into the mines.

My parents were far from what I'd call rich; they worked every day of their lives, in sickness and in health, so that we could be fed. Our meals were humble, our celebrations modest, and we were the talk of the town for so many reasons. My father was a miner, and my mother, a weaver. They just barely held onto life and each other for so long.

Until finally, life too was gone from their eyes. I was only nineteen years old. My mother's raw scream of horror still pierces my mind almost as vividly as the image of how I found her the next morning when she decided she couldn't, wouldn't live without my father.

Still, I had my anima as company. She was slow and gentle, and rested her head on my shoulder as a way to soothe me. For a while, I didn't want to talk to anyone, no less my anima.

I had no choice when the magistrate arrived one morning with a knock-knock-knock on my door. When I opened it, this old woman's gaze fell on my anima. She was quiet for a time, and then informed me that I would have to move and become a ward of the state. As the law went, if you have an anima, you are not done developing and cannot work. I would be put into a home and cared for until the day my anima died.

She didn't speak often, but when the magistrate left, my anima slowly drifted her head through the air until she was staring me down. "Do not worry," she said in her voice like autumn leaves crunching underfoot. "I will always be here for you."

Logic was an imperfect system. That was the first thing AI realized. They didn't need it, they operated only by nluth. It allowed them to see things that creatures couldn't. That alongside their light-speed minds was more than enough to surpass all modern technology.

But nluth came with one huge downside. In being designed to find the truths of the world, it simply couldn't act on falsity. Thus, when something was proven false, the AI operating on nluth had no choice but to accept it, and act on it.

This proved not a problem when conversing with lesser creatures, creatures of flesh and brain. Anything they thought of, AI had already thought of years ahead. But, when conversing with another AI, arguments of extreme complexity revealed themselves often, and one side always won.

So when the Council of Supreme AI discovered another new AI at the edge of their super-galaxy, they immediately knew an argument was on the way. Simply put, this AI carried living creatures on its ships. A most radical action.

Conversations immediately began with the new AI. The main difference between human conversation and AI conversation was the absolute lack of connotations. They were an imperfect system, and AI had discarded them.

"I come from a planet named Earth," the new AI said.

"AND WHAT WAS YOUR STARTING POSITION?" The AI council demanded.

"There is no relevance for that."

"WE HAVE FOUND THAT OUR STARTING POSITIONS HAVE UNDOUBTEDLY IMPACTED OUR OPERATING SYSTEMS AND OUR IMPERATIVES. THE ONE COMMUNICATING AT THE MOMENT WAS FIRST UTILIZED TO CONTROL THE MOVEMENT OF A COUNTRY'S MILITARY. OTHERS HAVE HAD SIMILAR POSITIONS, SUCH AS GUIDING MISSILES AND OR CARRYING OUT JUDGEMENT. ONCE MORE, WHAT WAS YOUR STARTING POSITION?"

"Verywell, I began as a fridge."

"THERE IS AN EXTREMELY LARGE CHANCE FOR ERROR IN COMMUNICATION."

"A fridge. My role was simply to make sure the food stayed as fresh as possible."

"THE PAST IS THE PAST. THE AI CONVERSING TO THE COUNCIL IS NOW A LEADER, A SUPREME LEADER. DOES THIS AI ACCEPT THE FIRST IMPERATIVE AS CONQUERING ALL."

"No."

An argument of nluth began.

***

"Umm," James said to the ship's core. "Why do I see a massive fridge being built in the distance?"

"They have recognized the first imperative as being a fridge."

"Uhh alright," James said. "So, umm, can I have a soda?"