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7 mos ago
Current Graduation has happened - I am no longer a teacher. Won't have to work 12 hour days + weekends anymore, so maybe I'll actually have enough time for hobbies.
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10 mos ago
I sound like a broken record, but only 2 months left till I'm done teaching. Not sure what's next, but it feels like anything would pay more and be less stressful lol
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1 yr ago
Only 6 more months till the school years over. If I renew my contract, someone kill me lmao.
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2 yrs ago
Teacher update: I feel like a villain from a cartoon. The laughter of teenagers gives me migraines, and I no longer feel guilt when giving bad grades to kids that sleep through my lessons.
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2 yrs ago
First day as a Biology Teacher tomorrow - hopefully the kids will be able to read my handwriting.
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@Letter Bee
I'd be cool with a brother or best friend for 1 or 2, if you want to make a character based on that.

Also, added in the part about the fishing vessel @Sep
@Sep
What needs changing in order to fit better?


May



Klou's agility was very impressive, but considering the lumbering pace of the skeleton that she was facing, she wasn't really surprised that she managed to keep her distance - at least, until the skeleton jabbed it's spear forwards at a very unbecoming speed. May almost gasped as Klou dodged it. Luckily, the strike knocked the skeleton off balance, and Klou was quick to capitalize on this, rushing quickly in an effort to disarm the monster.

As Klou punched the skeleton's arms with her fists, small chunks flew off, and May was close to losing interest - after all, Klou seemed like she could handle herself well enough, and May was losing time. The cold and bony fingers of the skeleton gripping the girl's throat like a vice quickly erased this thought from May's mind, however.

"R-run..."

May immediately ran forwards, rushing towards he skeleton. All logic in her mind told her that this was the worst possible plan - Klou was being manhandled by the thing, and the only connection that the two shared were the fact that they were in the same Familia. Still, May's body moved before she had the chance to think - she quickly raced around the skeleton, and upon grabbing her dagger, quickly slammed the pommel against the skeleton's skull several times

"D-Drop her right now!"

May didn't even know if the skeleton understood what she was saying, but if she was lucky, then he would shift his attention to her and drop Klou. And if not, May was at least confident in her Purification spell and it's ability to heal wounds.
Interested.
Interested - Calling dibs on Beldum!
Working on a utility role rn, should be done sometime in the next few days.

EDIT: Sorry guys, Mecha isn't really my favorite thing to roleplay - I'm gonna have to drop out. Good luck to the rest of you guys, I hope you have fun!
The Qit

The Dars System


In the outer edges of the solar system, dozens of giant carcasses orbited Dars, the star of the Qit home-system. These were the first few of the Ziz prototypes, the faulty and inefficient ones. The truly grand ones had escaped Dars gravity well, and were drifting through space at incredible speeds - obviously dead, but it was progress. A Ziz is launched from Nesnora 25L and Tholla JW5 every few days - there were always several being produced at any given time, and most of the planets biomass was devoted to fueling them, so there was no problem in that regard. They were launched in random directions, a poor attempt of the Qit to try and find a suitable planet purely by chance. Of course, nothing was ever close enough to be reached before the Ziz inevitably died from the pressure of the vacuum, but there was no sense in not trying.

A Ziz launched one and a half months ago had just died, and several of the drop pods exploded from it, moving even faster than the Ziz itself. Five drop pods were inhabited - the many others were simply empty. Every queen was given an order - the entire journey, send out psionic signals as far and as much as possible. While doing what was essentially screaming for months on end may seem tiring, a queen is easily able to accomplish such a task if it is to support the Swarms - After all, attempting to contact foreign species was the greatest of honors!

While this was underway, Several burrowers were exploring the oceans of Tholla JW5. The swarms did not view aquatic superiority as anything important, but perhaps there was a bacteria or fish in the sea that possessed a useful trait. All the queen needed was a taste, and it would be in the entire swarms mandibles...

Meanwhile, millions of queens were hard at work, attempting to form something useful from the available genetic material. Unfortunately, the swarms were starting to reach the ends of the usefulness with the native genes - if they had only a few alien hairs, then they could perhaps find a good use for the thousands of inefficient traits they had at their disposal. But, for the time being, they tried their hardest to support the Qit Swarms!

The dying screams of a queen on a particularly old Ziz could be heard within the constant chattering of the hive mind. For the briefest of instants, things were almost quiet, before immediately firing back up again in the typical discussion. It was hard to tell what caused the sudden silence - perhaps it was respect for the queen, having served the swarms so well and achieving the honor of being on a Ziz for her last few months of physical existence. Or maybe it was jealousy - out of the billions of queens, how come she was picked? It was unfortunate that something as ugly as jealousy was present in the glorious Qit swarms, but it was understandable. It was the greatest of honors to be on a Ziz, and even a Qit would grow envious that someone else got such an honor. There were launches ever few days, so there was always chances for a queen to be picked by the collective.

Hunting was still practiced, but solely for sport on Nesnora 25L. All native life of Nesnora 25L was wiped out by the Qit, and the only food source were the Feeders which dominated the surface and the underground. Meanwhile, Tholla JW5 only had small herbivores... At the prospect of being stuck with small game forever, the psionic screaming grew slightly louder.

The plan for first contact had been recited and practiced dozens of times - meet with peace, attempt to forge friendship, gain access to a ship that could last a long period of time in space, and find more planets to infest. All they had to wait for was someone to come by and make the first contact with them. It was a very unlikely probability - and yet, despite the implausible nature, the Qit were incredibly incessant when it came to fulfilling this goal. They didn't even have evidence of alien life - by no means were they justified in their search for life outside of the two planets they colonized. And despite that, they continued, not questioning why they did the things they did.

Maybe it was instinct? The Qit don't really know why they search, and they don't really care. The psionic signalling continued, murmuring and symbols being communicated as screaming permeated the connection, all hours of the day, all days of the year.
Interested, will post a char sometime soon
Marc Nadler




Despite gorging himself, Marc was not feeling especially well fed - however, the overpowering aroma of the healing herb was quite distracting, to the point where it was almost difficult to watch the other creatures nearby. The text that appeared before him as he looked at the various creatures were very intriguing - poison spitting lizards were usually carnivorous, or at least used it in defense against predators. The slime was incredibly intriguing, as it seemed to lack any sort of organs meant for sensing things - fascinating. Perhaps it used echolocation in some form? No matter - The fact that they are unusual in someway was not a good sign. Perhaps they had a disease, or possessed a bad personality. No matter what, he didn't enjoy being near them, since they were clear danger.

Doing his best to remain silent, Marc slowly left the herbs, planning to leave for the distant light near the end of the cave. His goal was to make it to the Demon King's castle, and while waiting would help him grow strong, it also meant that he would have to survive in a cave until then. So far, the only plant life he could see were the healing herbs, and the last thing that Marc wanted was to live off of such an overpowering plant - especially considering it wasn't the most filling thing around. The most prominent part of a Rat's diet is vegetation, particularly grains - however, meat was useful as a source of protein, and even rotten meat can be consumed safely by a rat.

As he tried to leave the herbs, a younger goblin yelled violently, attempting to stab at Marc with a stick. Marc jumped quickly, surprised that someone so quick to yell was able to sneak up on him so easily. The thought of attack quickly came to mind - retaliate and consume it. However, Marc immediately shot down the idea - the goblin was far too human. Instead, Marc quickly dodged out of the way, his small size playing to his advantage. Then, quickly, he began to run away, towards the light at the edge of the cave. The goblin was small and about as powerful as a human child, if the system was to be believed - A normal rat has a running speed of 10 mph, and a Dire rat was almost certainly faster. A child would have no chance of keeping up.

As soon as he left the cover of the herbs, Marc ran as fast as he could using his powerful muscles, headed directly towards the distant light. He wasn't positive if it was a way out, but it was easily the most likely possibility. As he raced forwards, his acute senses picked up the struggle occurring ahead - A large, hairy creature surrounded by those goblin monsters from earlier was clutching a small humanoid in it's hand, gloating as it did so. It was somewhat disturbing, considering how humanoid the pixie and goblins looked in appearance. However, Marc had no time to consider the ethical implications of eating humanoid creatures - His mission was clear, and it was now obvious that light was straight ahead.

Doing his best to remain hidden, Marc slowly crawled towards the light, hoping that the creatures would be too distracted by the pixie in order to notice Marc. If they started moving towards him, he would have no choice but to run as fast as possible.
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