Thank you, Paradox! Readers seem to have enjoyed it, so I'm glad I went 100% dumbarusky.

I've heard on very sunny days if you use a magnifying glass you can speed up the worm-drying process! They will even dance a bit as you do it--and I've heard their dance moves are so good, you may see a plume of smoke!

I recommend this method for maximum worm-gratefulness and protection in the future.

Not financial advice

Hahaha, glad it did! I laughed as I wrote it as well!

Thank you very much, nerdy!

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Most likely you'd basically have people work what they can with an extremely strong ghetto building.

1/7 of the people will be Chinese, 1/7 will be Indian.

Every city will have thousands of them who will find together.

The Northern and Western Europeans and the North Americans would likely also be a huge cluster as they'd make for another 1/7 and should be able to communicate quite well in English.

Aviability of common language will be a massive advantage. Many Indians might work together with the Europeans and Americans essentially.

The biggest thing will be, where will people want to go. If you are from a very poor region and you wake up in a rich region, will you be ready to leave. Who will make you leave? There will likely be fewer of the people from that region there than from poor regions.

Due to the complete breakdown of governments you might have completely new countries forming and a shuffling of where wealth is concentrated.

Robin took a deep breath, looking down at the thin film on the dark table, stark against the wood. He was sweating and his palms felt clammy, he was nervous that once he grasped the photo it would dissipate and ruin because of how much he was sweating. He knew he shouldn’t be nervous, and that the photo would be fine, but common sense did little to quell his anxiety.

What if it didn’t even work? Yes, it was supposed to, but he’d never really tried. But he was old enough now, and his family had been doing this for generations. He would be fine. He just needed to pick up the stupid photo.

“Start small,” his dad had warned, “you’ll be just fine, but it’ll be easier if it’s not too far back.” Robin breathed out a sigh, and without another hesitation he grabbed the photo and stared straight at it. Instantly he felt a large whoosh around him, as he lost his footing and fell to the ground, the photo still clutched tight in his hand.

Once he was able to stand again, he looked around and he quickly recognized his surroundings from the image held in his hand. Lush trees and flowers in bloom, a beautiful park in his town in the middle of summer, he saw the large metal statue that had been torn down since his birth, but remembered his mother’s fond retelling of her favorite childhood park. He wished she was here with him now, but he felt strong suddenly.

He had done it! And he was fine! He walked around briefly, the park was quiet with morning, the birds had already woken up, the bugs flittering about the brush, but not a person in sight. Robin breathed in the soft, clean air and smiled. It felt so peaceful. Part of him wanted to stay longer, but he knew he should be getting back before he disturbed too much.

With a last smile and glance around, he grasped the photo again and looked down- and found himself back in his room, the familiar sights bringing him comfort but once again he wished for the sunny joy of the nearby park. He knew he could still go to it, but it felt undisturbed in the past, and he found he had no desire to visit it in the present.

After his parents congratulated him on his successful first travel, Robin’s father made him an old fashioned to celebrate his 16th birthday. “I’m proud of you,” he had gritted out, “and today is the day you become a man.”

Robin’s dad had apparently put more than normal amounts of whiskey, or made Robin was just a lightweight, because after he finished his drink and headed upstairs to change for his birthday dinner, he started stumbling around his room, struggling to find his footing in his familiar expanse.

In his drunken stupor, Robin misjudged the distance and stumbled into his desk, hitting his hip roughly against it. He startled at the sound of something hitting his rough oak floor, and winced as he bent down to grab it.

It was a photo of his great-grandfather at the restaurant his family had opened up that had unfortunately shut down when his grandfather had fallen ill and his dad sold it to help him stay comfortable in his last days. The memory made Robin sad, though usually it made him happy to see the joy on his great-grandfather's face and the young, shiny face of his grandfather, looking youthful and hopeful and so excited for what was to come. In the end the restaurant had helped him stay comfortable, but Robin didn’t know why it was upsetting him so much today.

He swiped at his tears, and didn’t notice the cracked corner of the frame and he grabbed it and held it close to his heart. Instantly he felt a now-familiar whooshing around him, and he gasped out a breath as he fell into a puddle, rain suddenly beating hard down on his back. His jeans were heavy and sopping, and his thin t-shirt was clinging to his shivering frame. He slurred a bit as he looked around for the photo, only to realize it had been dropped again and was now laying in a broken heap of glass and quickly decaying paper.

Robin froze and instantly went to grasp at the photo, muttering a frantic “no no no no!” But nothing happened. The photo was gone as Robin looked around helplessly, a bright city all around him but no one paid the drenched kid in an alleyway a second thought as he felt tears sting his eyes. He didn’t know what to do. He’d have to wait until one of his parents realized his mistake and came to get him. He didn’t know how long that would take, or if they’d even find him.

He let out a shaky breath. He felt like such a failure, it was only his second time traveling and he'd already gotten himself in a mess. He had to be careful, especially with who he talked to. He knew that he wasn’t supposed to try and communicate with the people of the past unless he was willing to deal with the consequences of what could happen.

Robin finally rose to his feet and let out another dejected breath, only to find that a young man was walking towards him. Robin instantly started to panic, as the young man was clearly trying to get his attention, and he started to worry about how this one stupid conversation could affect the rest of the world, when Robin stopped short.

The man had familiar kind eyes and a weary look on his face, and though Robin had never met him, he knew the man was his grandfather. “Need some help, kid?”

And though Robin was still scared, he sighed in relief at the sight of his family, and he suddenly felt at peace, trusting that everything would be fine, because now he was no longer alone.

Absolutely brilliant, I want to read a whole novel on this!

Of all services most likely. If you swapped bodies with a stranger you have no idea what they even do for work for at least most of the first day. So the entire population wouldn't show up for work.

Then once people figure out what happened it'll be a toss up over 1) how to get back home in your new body, 2) wait until some scientists fix it, or 3) living life as this new person. Most people would not choose 3 I don't imagine, and even those that give it a go wouldn't have any of the skills/experience to actually do the new persons job.

I imagine most people would try to find their loved ones and wait till see how we switch back.

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I like this one a lot. It's interesting and vague enough to let writers be creative

Does it have to be a real turtle, or can it be a plushie?

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This is absolute gold

course you bget sunburn easily, your brittish and a vampire. here, take the suncream

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You better watch out

You better watch out

You better watch out

You better watch out

...Can we have a continuation, pleaaaaaase?

He sees you when you're sleeping

He knows when you're awake

He knows if you've been bad or good...

So be good for goodness' sake!

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Pokemon but instead of pokemon battles theirs animal battles

Wyrm is much easier to love.

My man/girl, you did great, now I want to see how they fix that. You wrote just the right amount of annoyance to be fun and get people to get invested on them.

"What do we have here?" Detective Slick Sharphat asked the officer. "Victim was male, mid twenties, stabbed multiple times. His wallet is missing. He was probably robbed." Slick nodded, then spied something in the victim's hand.

"What's this?" Carefully removing the object, he saw that it was matchbox, and on it was a picture of a turtle, wearing a monocle. "Oh, that's from the Monocled Turtle," the officer replied "it's a place for gambling and female companionship, of which I know nothing about, Detective."

Every officer had been helpful with giving directions to the Monocled Turtle, while adamount that they'd never been there. While approaching, Slick heard whistling from a nearby alley. Therein was a woman, whose trenchcoat couldn't hide her beauty.

"It's all my fault, mr. Detective Sir! I'm the Boss' girl, but I fell in love with Billy!" tears streaming from her eyes, emphasized by mascara. "We was gonna run away, but the Boss found out and had him killed!" She rested her head on Slick's chest. "I'll bring the culprit to justice!"

Having found a prime suspect, Slick didn't burst into the Monocled Turtle, but instead brought the girl back to the station, had a judge issue a warrant for the Boss' arrest, assembled a team and then burst into the Monocled Turtle.

The Boss, Tony Italiano, had been in the middle of showing his cronies his favorite stabbing knife, still covered in Billy's blood. "Yous nevers taking me alives!" he roared before charging and being gunned down.

The cronies hadn't done anything wrong (in relation to that particular case), so they were free to go. One of them commented "Who is takings care of the Boss' pet turtle? You know, the one what with the monocle whose this place is named after?"

I hope to see this on tiktok