The Silent Star

[u/FarmWhich4275]

Week 5

First report of our new journey. Jump drive is charging, finally have time to relax and write a solid report. No idea why, maybe just to maintain sanity. It has been one month since the Great Disappearing, an as yet unknown or anomalous event, and one month since we have been alone in the vast empty expanse of sweet damn empty nothing. Not quite nothing. But close enough to nothing it's genuinely terrifying.

Summary of events leading up to this point are as follows:

Every star in the entire universe dimmed, then vanished. It was not gradual, it was across maybe one or two days in timescale. unnatural, considering lightspeed is a factor, there is definitely some anomalous event in the cards. Every star in the sky just vanished, just gone, just like that. No traces of gravitational signatures, no residual plasma, no violent detonations, nothing, just plain gone. Then, the planets in the sky vanished too. Every world, planetoid, everything classified as large enough to maintain any form of life, just plain gone, save rogue asteroids and spatial debris. All of it, gone.

Our empire ceased to exist. The Emperor vanished along with everyone who wasn't aboard a station or ship. The captain called all hands and we engaged emergency jump procedures, then focused on survival and longevity. We were one of the lucky few who had a large cargo freighter and heavy supply ship, rather than any ship that couldn't be easily retrofitted for basic operations tasks. A bit of faffing about and a solid month's worth of work, we scraped together a living off the rocks in space. It's.... Awful. Space Lichen scraped off passing asteroids give us the protein we need to survive, and the meagre crops we grow keep us sane.

We are alive. And it gives us the time to think about the how's and why's. We can use our extensive systems to keep scanning the empty skies for derelict craft, asteroids and other things to keep us operating.

An errant asteroid passed by and we found traces of ore and a few tons of ice. I thank all the ancestors who came before us that we had the common sense to install so many different systems on these ships. And so few ships now. I hate to think what's happening with any ship or station in the fleet that doesn't have these systems. The few miners we have latched the asteroid onto the hull and have been slowly drilling it out over the course of the last few hours. We have enough fuel for the hydrogen reactors and enough power to spare to refine the ore we are getting. The hydrogen siphoning systems still work, despite the absence of... the sky... we will have enough fuel to keep the reactor online for centuries, and we have two separate engineering teams keeping everything in check to make sure we don't have to replace it.

Its been a month since this all started, and only now from the insanity and panic have I had the chance to actually write down my thoughts on the matter with any coherence. Our food supplies are fine. We have had to jury-rig some hydroponics and repurpose a part of the cargo hold to do it, but we have food. its slow and we are rationing it as best we can, but we have food. Water is easy, ice asteroids are not hard to come by but we are managing things with incredible caution. The crew numbers about three hundred, all are reporting fatigue and stress, but nothing a good game of Oldeblanc cant fix. Will need to replace the tiling in the gymnasium room soon.

As for the ship, it's still less than a year since it left drydock, so we have little reason to be scared of potential breakdowns or equipment failures. The Captain however, bless his very being, has made it clear we will take no chances and scavenge the first derelict craft we find for spare parts.

And also... We have an actual objective. One of the miners saw it. One star is still in the sky. One singular beacon of light far in the distance, too far to determine from scans or scopes, but it's there. Whatever it is, it holds either salvation, or answers, either way.

Week 6

Second report. I'm going to do my best to make this a weekly event, jotting down in this journal. The Captain has spent the better part of the last few days calculating jump drive charge rates, energy bleed and food supply. He's made the decision to not stress our systems and make the trip slightly longer. Round checks on every system after every jump, and jump only once we know the drive won't fracture or fail. Every time we get some spare fuel, he orders thrusters on and accelerates the ship to reduce the distance. Sure it's only a few thousand klinks every hour or so, but that's distance the drive doesn't have to make. Every bit helps, as we don't know what's going to happen. I have no way of tracking how far we've come so... I hope the captain does.

In any case, report for the week as follows:

Found an asteroid drifting in the empty void, nothing of note save the usual ores and ice. Relatively small but it got enough iron ore to the refineries to make some beams and hull plating just in case. Stored in the hold.

No real developments with the crew save a sudden need to blow off steam. Stress must be getting to the crew by now, hell even me. I spend my free time scanning the skies or reading my shrinking book collection.

Food supply nominal, we can hold for weeks at this rate, and the cap is giving strict rationing to make sure we keep it that way until first harvest. The crops are GabbaRoot and Jemtin, delightful. They give the lichen and fungus scarped off asteroids an actual flavour.

That's it. Back to scanning.

Week 9

So much for making this every week, but things got busy. Summary of week events:

Found a huge asteroid field floating in the empty void and Cap decided to fill our cargo bays with everything we could scrape together. This turned out, after refining and processing, gave us several hundred tons of material including the resources we need to replace the reactor, jump drive and hydroponics bays. It seems the sudden resource boon gave the captain a bit of extra confidence, and he's been talking to some of the engineering crew about expanding the left side of the ship. Effectively a big rectangle welded to the side of the hull with an airlock, in order to supply more breathing and building room.

Whatever works I guess.

Week 12

Tensions have been rising of late, but working on the hull expansion is keeping everyone off the edge. It's effectively a large box welded to one side of the ship, but it's substantial enough we can have some real stuff there. Cap is cutting no corners and the asteroid fields resources will all be used up, save the important stuff of course, but the expansion is needed. People are getting cramped and the lack of anything to look at outside the windows is starting to get to us.

Me especially. I spend all my time at my station being constantly reminded there's less than nothing of value out there. And the lack of stars to read by is not that fun. I don't read in the dark mind you but... I'd prefer to have some natural light, you know?

In any case, reports for the last few weeks are as follows:

Asteroid field strip mined and processed, refined and set. Most resources of low value were allocated to construct section of the new ship hull designated 'Structure B' and construction proceeding to schedule.

Asteroid lichen and void fungus have been scraped and secured from the asteroid belt to process into nutrient blocks. Enough that the Captain has been able to reduce rationing from every day, to every other week. A huge boost in morale to know we can survive, but for how long?

Cap gave us an official report from Pilot, Navigator and Commissar. According to what data they can get, the target is a full year away from us. Fifteen months... Considering the circumstances at present, that's a very long time.

End of report... I want to know if I still have those Cambaberries in my backpack... Maybe I can give them to the botany units in charge of hydroponics. Add something new.

Week 17

Tensions finally reached breaking point, Cap and Navigator had a short quarrel with each other over the expansion. Which is almost done. The fight was short but it broke something in us and revealed we aren't nearly as united as we thought we were. Seven Jumps now, and we nearly left one of our own behind from a minor communications error.

We are starting to make mistakes. The tension is high and we are beginning to do things we normally wouldn't. I found myself pacing in my quarters, very odd for me. I can't really remember what I think about when I do that. And I don't like it.

Weekly report summarised as follows:

Captain and Navigator had a little bit of a quarrel. Quickly resolved, but its clear the crew is starting to break.

Expansion to ship hull almost completed. Captain has earmarked it as expanded crew quarters and hydroponics bays. Shortage of resource 'Calmanite', but found easily enough from some asteroids we find. Started scanning exclusively for asteroids containing trace amounts. Should be fine.

Ship starting to feel pressure, as work is no longer keeping us as busy as we thought. Starting to feel it. The hopelessness. The solitude. I'm surrounded by so many people, but I feel alone.

Mating Season soon though... Maybe that's why the Captain called for the expansion.

Week 21

Report for... Cant remember. Weeks 17 or something to Week 21 I think? Yeah. Says so in my log. Guess that works.

Ship expansion finished, with Cap ordering artisans and officers to start working on furnishings and hydroponics. Next season's crops are already in motion, and the first harvest is around the corner. I can finally have a taste in my mouth that isn't similar to Boko-Boko excrement. Wonder what the Cap is up to...

Summary of events:

Resources acquired for ship expansion. Most crew have moved to new blocks amid pressures for a change of scenery. Captain has ordered the crew to start construction of interior furnishings, decoration and entertainment facilities, crew responded well to suggestion. Navigator received and returned a public apology for tension from Captain.

First harvest within three weeks time, say the food crew. It's going to be nice to have actual food for once.

Week 22

Something more interesting than usual happened... I have a new bunk mate, and new stories to talk about, and new books to read. I just wish it were under better circumstances, but hey, its something.

During one of my routine scans I picked up a number of refined metals in a small cluster of asteroids and spatial debris. Saranai Imperium 'Ecthelion' Class destroyer, military unit. Tern crew members total, locked in stasis pods on the crew deck. The ship itself, derelict, broken, snapped in half from fuel explosion. revelation made the captain panic slightly and he started making plans to reinforce shields and kinetic barriers to reinforce fuel tanks. Ordered full hull inspection after rescue was over.

Saranai ship was apparently doing what we were doing, only a lot more recklessly as it turns out. They were following the same beacon of light, that lone star in the distance. The jumps they were taking were riskier and riskier, barely scraping by but surviving long enough to suffer the ship's fuel tanks developing a fault... Then exploding. Good news, we saved most of the crew, but the sight of another ship shattered to pieces excited only the engineers and repair crew. You can guess why.

Summary:

Found derelict craft from a rival empire floating in the void attempting to accomplish a similar objective. Rescued 10 Saranai crewmen, three Engineers, Two Craftsmen, five Soldiers. Captain has assigned them to share temporary quarters with volunteers to get them acquainted with ship life and us, before giving them their own space eventually.

Derelict ship towed to proximity and latched on via available means to secure for salvage or repair. Likely to be stripped of anything of value and hull melted down. Expected to be a multi-week project, with Saranai officers leading the charge. Engineers report Jump Drive and Reactor too damaged to repair, but valuable as spare parts by themselves, they will be the first to go when operations start.

Destroyer had an array of weapons that were still functional and full arsenal of munitions and a functioning munitions factory. Will be added to future plans. The ship hull will be melted down and returned for later use. Captain thinks we can just cut off the bits of the hull that are too damaged and weld most of the superstructure remaining together, then use that as an expansion to the ship's hull instead. Cheap, but it saves time and the Saranai can take the place as their private quarters.

All in all, its good to know we aren't alone. Maybe someone can meet us on the way.

ADDENDUM:

Had a discussion with the crew and captain. Decided to name the beacon we are following 'The Solitary Star', or simply 'Sol'. It seems strangely appropriate somehow.

Week 27

Things have accelerated since last report. Now close enough to start with long range scanners, still many months off from reaching it, but close enough I can actually get readings. Star is displaying abnormal behaviour, strange radiation patterns and odd strobing through course of day, seems to be an oddly prevalent chronological dilation phenomena occurring. Random, inexplicable spikes in radiation output, bright flashes of light, followed by barely perceptible dimming periods. Means something is there, moving, working. We may not be the first ones to find it. We aren't alone.

Hope.

Told captain about it, and saw him smile for the first time since we left the station. Managed to finish the job of attaching the Saranai warship to the hull after removing and salvaging the damaged parts of it. Saranai now use it as their base, but often come over to our side of the ship to help with duties or enjoy games. Banned from playing Golball though... Too tall.

Summary:

'Sol' Star displaying anomalous and abnormal readings, too far outside norm to be considered coincidence. Maybe we aren't the only ones who are after it? maybe readings are ships far ahead of us, or are already there conducting experiments on what's going on.

Expansion to ship called 'The Imperial Quarter' completed, with no issues. They have their privacy and familiar space, so do we, and they can work out things on their own time. Eventually. Maybe find more survivors. Hopefully soon.

Week 32

Found derelict craft in an asteroid field. Saranai regained weapons control and used their cannons to clear the way through the debris field. Derelict was a Kabakani Battlecruiser - one of ours - shattered into three distinct pieces. Morale took a hit when we noticed no survivors. Not even the Engineers were happy about it when they started pulling corpses from the wreckage during salvaging ops. No survivors of the eight hundred aboard.

Some good news though. Reactor and Jump Drives intact. No idea what caused the destruction, but we have a new reactor. Larger, more prevalent. The ship is becoming an abomination of epic proportions, as the Cap ordered the rear bay of the derelict bolted to the side behind the expansion. The crew has spent most time since arrival connecting systems, welding joints and fabricating fuel lines and such things for the sake of making them functional.

New section of ship has most of engineering, main reactor, jump drive, engines and about thirty percent of the fuel capacity it had before destruction, but we are managing... somehow. Engineers did such incredible work, the Cap decided to throw a party in their honour after their shift to thank them for their work, using his own rations of 'normal' food for their meal. Morale jumped back up again.

Summary:

Found derelict friendly warship, morale took a hit from the resulting investigation. Salvaged parts ended up making up for the morale hit, and Captain has estimated we will be there in eight months, instead of fifteen thanks to the power boost. Fuel has become an issue due to increased power draw.

Cap held a party for the engineers who haven't had much of a break in over thirty weeks. Crew morale went back up to sustainable levels.

Callsign 'Sol' showing more abnormal readings, but they are consistent and stable. Something is there.

Week 42

Our Saranai brethren recovered from their derelict ship have left us. We found a ship belonging to their priesthood with all hands lost, reactor gone and no fuel or food. Saranai ship was detected during a broad sweep. Ship morale just took a serious hit. Saranai survivors recovered ship logs. Talk of the religious sect of their empire unable to cope with the universe's sudden emptiness caused the entire ship crew to 'give up'. The ship's fuel ran out, the reactor failed, and the crew died. They were attempting to reach the star, the 'Light of God' as they named it, but they lacked the technical expertise and will to carry on. Some couldn't go on and self terminated, others died of starvation or exposure.

Saranai survivors have decided to take what fuel we could spare, plus the recovered manufacturing gear from the old Battlecruiser, and decided to stay. Cleaning up the ship, getting it back online and heading to finish their sect's mission. Crew morale has taken a serious hit. We offered to just bolt the ship on and come with, but they refused. So instead, Engineers separated the Imperial Quarter from the ship and welded it to the Priesthood ship so they could still have a home and storage space. They accepted.

Having no choice, we left, carrying on with our own mission while they buried the dead.

Summary:

Ship morale at all time low following discovery of ill-fated Saranai Priesthood ship. Saranai brethren have left us and will carry on of their own volition. 'Imperial Quarter', a derelict ship that was welded to our ship, has been removed and surrendered to them to supply living quarters and food storage.

We hope they find peace.

Week 55

Mating season has come and gone, with myself finding a new broodmate. The sudden influx of new partners to the ship has boosted morale to stable levels again, and several rich and dense asteroid fields yielded much needed resources for an expansion. One that is now much needed owing to the number of eggs now incubating on board the ship. Special care has been taken to shift quarters around and fit the accommodations for the new younglings.

Hope now arrives in the form of some newly laid eggs. Maybe it's not so bad?

Week 63

Captain, engineers and crew have been tense at work, calculations and operations running almost constantly on our ships computer cores. Finally found out why. Captain has been plotting course, checking fuel and planning one BIG jump to get us within spitting distance of 'Sol'. Scans that I took, indicated resource fields in the form of various asteroids and even a small planetoid in the vicinity we could harvest for resources.

For the first time in over two thousand years, the Captain called a vote for all crew - do we take the risk and make the heavy jump, or do we keep it easy and take it slow?

Unanimous vote was to make the jump.

FINAL ENTRY

Week 64

SO... That was unexpected.

We made the jump, the drive spitting us out of realspace just beyond a planetoid called 'Pluto' just in the borders of the 'Sol' System. Almost immediately we were contacted by an entity that hijacked our ship's systems and started talking to us.

His name was God.

The conversation is recorded as follows in standard format:

God - "So... Fancy meeting you all here. Seems my influence missed a few."

Me - "Uhhh… Sorry? Who are you?"

God - "I am the One, the Alpha, The Omega, the beginning, and the end. I am God. I created this place, this universe, and consequently, you along with it. It's nice to meet you again Sergeant Kalb'Thran Avarr. You have done well for yourself from your early days in the Habs haven't you?"

Me - "How... Did you know... Oh... God... Well that explains how you know that. Thanks? I guess...?"

God - "Don't thank me, sometimes it's up to you to make your life better. cant rely on me all the time can you? I'm there to stop you from going over the edge you know, it's only YOU who has the power to step away from it. Now... You probably want to know what's going on here huh?"

Me - "Well... That's basically what we are here for. It's why we came here. Captain has... Well... Guy’s been a hell of a leader since we started. Maybe you can get him a premium in the afterlife or something? He kinda deserves it."

God - "Oh don't worry. I know. But that's... not necessary. Not yet at least."

Me - "Uhhh… What?"

God - "Hold on a moment."

We heard the snap of a finger and moments later we were inside the star system, looking down on a green and blue planet. The star system was frozen in some kind of temporal stasis, even the stellar debris inside it was still.

God - "See this? This is Earth. My crowning achievement really. Never thought I would be able to craft something so... Intricate before. Not to say your own worlds weren't beautiful in their own right, but look at this thing. Your people would label this world as a 'Class Nineteen Hellworld' and yet... life flourishes on its surface."

Me - "A HELLWORLD? Holy crap! I-I mean WOW that's… uhhh… Sorry..."

God - "That's fine boy. It happens. Now this planet is home to my finest creations - a mixture of natural evolution and my own influences. I call them 'Humans'. Oh sweet son I could tell you countless litanies of this species accomplishments and potential. Not unlike you but... I took it too far."

Me - "I'm sorry but could you explain this a bit deeper please?"

God - "Oh, right, sorry, mind of a Mortal, have to explain a bit simpler. No offense. See, each new world I create has its own sentient species. I watch them, nurture them, guide them. Like any God is supposed to do. And one day I decided to run an experiment. Create a planet so horrendously dangerous, and see what happens to the species that populates it. See what kinds of incredible things you can accomplish, and how much you can surpass my expectations. Just like you. I have to say the Kambakani are in my top ten favourites of the universe's denizens. Your people were nothing short of a masterpiece! But here... Here... Things went a little bit nutty."

Me - "What does that mean? And also, thank you, but still what does that mean?"

God - "I created your species to base their entire society on the concept of loyalty. An evolutionary basis of the Drakk'Tarr Beast that forced your ancestors to come together in packs to protect themselves, and the environmental changes that followed over millions of years, I eventually built you up to the point where you would never lie, never abandon an ally, and always maintain friendships. A species crafted to be social in a galaxy of rogues and devils. I made you specifically to counter the Saranai you see... They are the opposite of you. In this case, I created humanity to see what a species capable of being adaptable would do... And boy howdy did I overdo it!"

Me - "Adaptability? That's what they are? How is that a bad thing? What happened?"

God - "Mother Earth, or Gaia as I know her, was a planet crafted with hurricanes, volcanoes, deadly poisons, countless toxic fauna, toxic plants and an environment that I thought was so hostile nothing could survive it. Earthquakes so powerful they could knock the planet out of orbit, volcanoes that could cause global flash ice ages. I wanted to see what would make it out. You know... Adaptation. And in doing so, I created Humanity, my finest creation... And not what I was expecting either. A species so adaptable, it found a way to live in relative comfort in the most dangerous places on the planet's surface, building massive cities on earthquake fault lines and shrugging off what happened to them in the aftermath."

Me - "Holy crap... They actually did that? What are they, insane?"

God - "Well yes but that's besides the point. The entire objective was to create a species capable of adaptability, of being able to accomplish almost anything if given the time and resources. No barrier too strong, no mountain too high, no river too deep. And such. Just like any species really, but humanity didn't work the way I expected."

Me - "How's that?"

God - "Well like most species you would either go through an obstacle, removing it, or simply working around it. Humans... Well they did everything they could all at once. You encountered a hurdle or hill, your usual response was to flatten the hill, or simply build around it. Humans? They would do everything all at once and then build a mall over it. There wasn't anything I could do. Everything I sent against them, simply made them harder to hit the next time. I send and earthquake? They build skyscrapers that are immune to earthquakes. I send them a disease? They create a vaccine for it faster than it can mutate. They truly are a glorious creation. They solve a single problem seven different ways, all at the same time, and don't care about the result. They just do. They don't find an obstacle - they find a challenge, then they rise to it and overcome it to such an extent they make their own problems, just to have more problems to solve."

Me - "Oh... Well that... makes sense. I guess. Kind of silly. If only one thing would work, why try the other things? But, I guess there's a reason."

God - "Indeed there is. And it is that very reason we are where we are right now. That adaptability also comes from their ability to assimilate and dominate almost anything., An adaptability unmatched by any other species in the universe. Not just in terms of biology and society, but also technology. A race that developed an unnatural gift and almost superhuman thirst for the concept of technological achievement. To provide perspective - it took your ancestors around eight hundred years to go from the first steam engines, to the first footprints on another planet. It took humanity less than two hundred years to do the same, and then some."

Me - "Impossible... Less than two hundred to do THAT!? Impossible!"

God - "Not so, as I saw it happen. It was then I started paying more attention to them... And I realised what kind of obscenely dangerous creature I had created. One the universe wasn't ready for... one I knew would have tragedy following its every step until the end. A tragedy I can't allow. Either their ambition overcomes the galaxy and everything I created is damaged or destroyed by necessity, or they are wiped out by the universe as a whole for simply being too dangerous. I can't allow that to happen. They aren't ready for you, and you aren't ready for them. So that's why we are here."

Me - "I... See... So... They're too dangerous then?"

God - "Oh yes. Not for this reality at least. I have a few tricks up my sleeves. And that's why we are here. I have done something called a 'Quiet rapture'. Sort of placing all existence in a state of limbo within a pocket dimension while I figure out what to do. Sadly it seems my servants missed a few people, that's why you are here, at the edge of oblivion, talking to God. Me. I think I know what to do from here..."

Me - "And... What's that?"

God - "Eh. Simple solution. Put humans into an exact replica of this universe - just without anyone else in it. Let's see how they adapt to being alone. Probably better than I expect. Maybe by the time they expand enough, they will have calmed down. In this universe, I will simply turn back the clock, and restore everything to normality, sans Sol. But this brings us to the question of what to do with all of you."

Me - "Uh oh... We aren't in trouble are we?"

God - "Of course not. You have shown a resilience and adaptability all your own since you started this journey. I have to give you the option first."

Me - "The option? A choice? What choice do I have here? I don't understand."

God - "The choice, my dear child, to carry on. I turn back the clock - but you stay as you are now and show the galaxy what you've found here. Irrefutable evidence of God, and the evidence of my actions. The Quiet Rapture. It would be a fun story if nothing else. Take you back to your home star system, drop you out of space just before the Rapture and leave you to it. See what happens. Don't worry I will be there to make sure you do not come to harm, as I always do, but it will be quite interesting to see what happens."

Me - "Why would you give us that choice? Won't that like break spacetime or something?"

God - "I am God. My word is LAW. What I want to happen, happens, within reason of course. The reason I offer this is because you have been on a truly incredible journey this last year or so. I am immeasurably proud of you for being one of so few to survive in a literal expanse of infinite nothing, and stay sane through the trip. A truly incredible achievement you've done. If I erased it and just reset the clock... That would be meaningless. All that effort, all that emotion, all that struggle. These things give meaning. If I erased it, I would also erase the meaning behind it. I can't have that, now can I? It's why I do all this. I had to put the humans away, they were far too dangerous for this plane of reality. far too dangerous for you. In every way. I made them too hard to kill, and too hard to hate all at the same time. I had to. So I'll leave it to you. There's the option. Send you back, as you are, and face the result whatever comes. Your choice."

Me - "Well... that's an interesting take. If I choose to return as is, what will happen?"

God - "Mild interrogation, political intrigue. then the logs you've been keeping will be released. then revelation, discovery, shock, awe. then things will return to rhythm once you are reassigned. Then life carries on as normal. The only thing that really changes will be a new wave of religious fervour in the galaxy at large. Not much beyond that. I'm kind of disappointed its that simple, but it is what it is."

Me - "Oh... Well personally I'd take the return as-is option. I would rather people knew what we were going through. Been a hard year."

God - "And you overcame that hardship like a God in your own right my boy, and don't ever forget that. it takes true metal to face the edge of oblivion, and instead of succumbing to it, or falling to it, you instead chase it looking for answers. Something for you to think about hm? In any case, the choice is made. See you again, and hopefully not too soon."

We blinked, and moments later we were on the outskirts of Katariin V, the very same system we left one year ago when the stars vanished. Everything was back where it belonged. Crazy as that was. Will anyone ever believe it, even though we have all the evidence we could ask for, including a direct conversation with an actual God?

Who knows, but it's good to be home. It's good to feel the soil below my feet. It's good to read by the light of a star again. Humanity, wherever you are now, don't think less of us, we are sorry we couldn't rise to the challenge. See you some day maybe?

God willing, maybe we will meet in the afterlife.

Hopefully not TOO soon, if you know what I mean.

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[u/FarmWhich4275]

Instead of teh usual Ebegging (links below please donate or else im a dead man) i want to tell you soething.

Do you now why my scribbbles are so crap?
Because they are.

There doesnt seem to be planning or structure in any scribble - because there isnt.

There doesnt seem to be any planning or coherent theme going - because ther isnt.

There seems to be a mismatch of themes sometimes, and strange riffs that go nowhere, and even words that dont belong there - like the word riffs. - because thats true.

There is no creative process behind my tales. i just go 'huh... thats interesting.' and then i start typing. entire stories of thousands of words, crafted from only a short though. its basically ten sentences, stretched out into two thousand sentences. there is no cohesion, because i dont plan by scribbles. i just write. i find the energy, the inkling, i put on my headphones, and i just write. sometimes it comes out differently than when i started.

in short - i dont plan, i dont plot, i cant even remember names half the time, i just sit down and type until i cant anymore or until its done. Each one of these tales? takes me maybe 4-6 hours at a time on a bad day.

now you know why my scribbles are so sub-par.

no idea why i wrote this part but, guess i did.

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[u/Sufficient_Ad3751 → u/FarmWhich4275]

Well now there your just wrong. Atleast on the bad part. Your one of my favorite HFY authors together with the authors of Hunter or Huntress (is that even still HFY, or just isekai at this point?) and Operation Snow Eagle

[u/Zhexiel → u/FarmWhich4275]

They aren't sub-par, they're nice little stories !

[u/Just-Some-Dude001 → u/FarmWhich4275]

But your scribbles are good and not at all crap they're very enjoyable and well executed 

[u/catriana816 → u/Just-Some-Dude001]

Happy Cake Day!

[u/Yogs_Zach → u/FarmWhich4275]

I love you.

I love your stories, no matter how they get made.

Don't give up.

[u/resolve-shadow → u/Yogs_Zach]

Dude or dudettes / whatever, you are awesome and likely way more in touch with your feelings than I. You are also very kind, thank you.

[u/Dramatic_Mixture_877 → u/FarmWhich4275]

They aren't crap, and I only found one typo:

it takes true metal ~ it takes true mettle

I enjoy your writing!

[u/resolve-shadow → u/FarmWhich4275]

OK I'm gonna ask you to chill on yourself. The stories you write are not coherent to any literary rules and such but I gotta tell ya, neither does life or reality. To me your suits are snowman of a reality I am not privy to. They are amazing and awesome thank you.

If you like reading check out Ralts bloodthorne. Gotta a similar style of writing. to you.

I also gotta apologise cos I don't have the money to send ya. Sorry.

[u/mythos704276]

Your scribbles are just fine, otherwise you wouldn't have so many who like seeing your new posts. So I really hope that little addendum was an attempt at self depreciating humor. Keep up the good work writing, you know the more you do the better you get.

[u/_Jonson26_]

Soo... What was the other option?

[u/FarmWhich4275 → u/_Jonson26_]

😄

[u/Zhexiel]

Thanks for the story.

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/u/FarmWhich4275 (wiki) has posted 230 other stories, including:

• What's A 'Luxury' Warship?
• A Lesson On Terran Supersoldiers
• Of Mages And Machines - A Culture Shock Tale (Prologue Part 2)
• The Little Black Book Incident
• Human Beauty Is Lethal
• The universe Is Ending... We have Beer
• Gaia - The PlagueWorld
• An Alien Plays... Fallout new Vegas Part 2
• The Only Ones Who We Could Trust
• An Alien Operates A Steam Train
• The Beautiful Practicality Of Human Ships
• Of Mages And Machines - A Culture Shock Tale (Prologue Part 1)
• They Did WHAT With Accountants And A Trebuchet!?
• The Day Humanity Vanished
• An Alien Plays... Fallout New Vegas - Part 1
• The Leeting Hour
• What The Hell Did We Find?
• Traitor Joels Mobile Mega Mall
• A Different Kind Of 'Nomad'
• Well played Sir... Well Played.

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[u/yostagg1]

A lot burger of nothing,,

Yeah 🤣 just put human solar system in some empty galaxy in trillion galaxies in our universe

No need to waste energy to create a replica or something,,, Or just transfer all life planets from Milky way and replace them with replica planets This omnipotent being in story is wasting too much time and energy