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02/12/11(Sat)20:36 No.13880266>>13880094 We move out to capture a kuiper belt comet. "Hey baby, wanna...orbit?" "uhm, don't you have to, like take care of your organisms?" "they can take care of themselves. Check out my gravity." "Ooh, pretty big for an older planet, aren't ya?" ouch. She agrees to orbit, even though your moon warns her. Your rugged, volcanic death surface gets the better of her. The outer planet orbits near you. "Dude, what the fuck. The outer system is my turf" >>13880091 You offer her a ring. "You know you're my number one planet, I mean look at her. She's not even big enough to clear her orbit. And I know that you could clear out any orbit you wanted." "Hell yeah I could, I'm 2.8*10^24 kilograms." She cheers up. You offer her a ring, which she accepts. "That comet pissed me off, but I know you did it because you care about me. It didn't do any long-term ecological damage anyway." >>13880099 An animal species becomes symbiont with the rock-biters, allowing them to move more quickly than normal. Now they somewhat resemble the one from neverending story. You experiment with tidal locking. One side adapts a certain way, one side another. Also, the in-between has massive thermal storms. >>13880119 They're already there.
>>13880047 >moon rape. Was going more for typical domestic abuse, but yeah, sure you can interpret it that way. |