Like smooth Gorilla's.

I hope it is something like this

I'd imagine we'd wear the space suits, maybe something like power armor, so to speak? It depends on what species arises to sentience, and if they had access to humanity's cast-offs and leftovers. We'd be like metal giants or specters or something.

They'll see us as some kind of technicolored nightmares. Wide teeth and constantly barking and screeching. Animals communicate mostly with motion or expression, but we make noise constantly.

Our clothes are always different colored. They'll see us like some kind of Beatles Acid-trip nightmare of rainbow colors, stripes, and symbols. Strange items in our hands that hold no rhyme or reason that we called tools. Just a complicated mess the animals could never understand, but knew it caused pain.

Humanity could come down every so often to check on the new owners of Earth. The species could may assume that the humans are gods, because we come down in flaming metal objects (i.e. spaceships), or demons, because we'd probably abduct one or two for research, or tag one 'specimen' and his/her fellows would think that he/she was marked/tainted by the gods/demons.

>>17716179
So...True Fae?

>>17716179
I can see some kind of large, thin demons. mouths wide and full of teeth, skin flashing and changing colors in waves and bursts, some weird purple "Cow Tools" bullshit in their hands

Then a flash from the strange item and an intense pain hits the viewer. They have no fucking idea what's going on. Others will remember human kindness, and the fear they felt. These weird aliens chittering and clacking, touching them all over, pressing their heads against the confused animal, grabbing them everywhere, and then leaving. Not sure if the strange Humans had done anything to them, if there was any meaning to that ritual. If it had been an attempt at an attack, or what ever else that could have been. But holy shit was it scary. Jesus christ.

>>17716113
>humanity's cast-offs and leftovers
Have you ever walked through the cold tunnels? Everything is cold about them, the walls, the floor, the air. When you walk in it, the sound of your steps is like if dead itself was kissing your feet. When you walk in the tunnels, the cold embraces you, even if are not alone.

For what purpose were they built? We don't know, but at night, you can feel something in them. Thin and tall silhouettes hiding in the shadows, looking at you, with big and white eyes and mouths that cover half of the face.
Are they gods? monsters? I don't know, but we worship that place. We don't want to bother them.

>>17716216
Imagine now, you're walking around your neighborhood. Maybe it's night, and you're only outside to go let your dogs in the house or whatever. When suddenly these 2 spindely fucking things come up to you clacking and croaking. They press down on your shoulders and spew chittering nonsense at each other, and to you. Almost like they were trying to communicate with you, but you have no idea what they want. They prod you on the chest, squeeze your arm

Are they testing you? Is this maybe how they talk? With touch? Why is one headbutting you? What the fuck is this? And with that, off they go. You have no fucking idea what it all was, or why. You don't know if maybe they just imparted some extremely important knowledge to you, or if it was a threat that they'd return and kill you if you were still around when they got back.

In their stories and nightmares, they'll tell tales of these rainbow colored nightmares coming out of enormous rocks (cars) carrying incomprehensible items that kill with only sound (the bang of a gun), but not ALL who hear it. They wouldn't understand that it's not the sound but the bullet, and wonder why it only killed one at a time.

They'll also tell of those who encounter these things and are only touched and left alone. Maybe one particular Human returning again and again, every time only touching or feeling, but nothing else with absolutely no explanation of what it meant.

I think our biggest attribute would be our nature. Some times we kill, sometimes we don't. To them there will be no reason for it. Sometimes they will kill you on sight, other times they will drop food to you while chittering and squeaking. That uncertainty and mystery will be their biggest fear. What the FUCK was our motivation? Why did our alliances always change so randomly and constantly?

>inb4 I'm accused of being PETA

Terrifying, loud, noisy, rapacious abominations that raised mountains of metal, glass and plastic and lived in them. They drilled into the ground and drank the black blood of The Earth which poisoned the air and left the land as a desert. Raised entire generations only so that they would feed upon them and fear them. Eldritch beings that wrought terrible devastation with a mere gesture. Left behind invisible curses and demons that doom anything in their vicinity to a slow and agonizing death. Their creations were loud metal beasts with fires in their hearts and thunder as their voice, and can still kill the unwary even after centuries of abandonment. Suddenly dissapeared upon towers of fire into the heavens, and their countless eyes still gaze down from the night sky like immortal predators.

Considered by many to be evil while some considered them a force of nature, but all fear the day thatt they may return.

What if we don't disappear entirely, but some humans, such as those who live in hunter-gatherer cultures today, remain?

>>17716216
What about the creations? Tanks, airplanes, machinery etc.

How will they feel about pets? What will they think when they find that some of their kind were raised and cared by these capricious and unpredictable beasts?

>>17716467
We are talking in thousands or millions of years of evolution. Those times are now ashes in the history of this planet.

>>17716467
That entirely depends on what kind of creature evolves into sentience. They may not care about cats, dogs, birds, etc. if it's a bunch of chimps or whatnot. Hell, even if it IS one of our 'pet species' they may not care, because it's a different type of whatever.

When I was a boy, my nest-mother taught me how to fly. It was a laborious process, but my nest-brothers and I finally understood it. It was about catching the wind, about making it your friend, about asking it not to let you fall.

Just before I left to live with my hunt-mother, she took me out of the nest and the two of us flew further than I ever had before. We flew for almost three days, but finally arrived at our destination.

It was a wasteland. A plane composed of black stone, smooth and wide as the field where my nest-tree was. At the ends of it, there were wide towers. But nothing was as... disturbing as the iron-bird.

It had a long neck of iron and glass... And wings with these things attached to them, spinning contraptions... It's tail was low, and its talons were round and made of rubber.

She told me that long ago, there were Things that lived in our world. Whenever these things had need to travel far....

They rode in iron-birds, and forced the wind to be their slave.

>>17716462
Probably see them as massive beasts that the humans command. I'm imagining THEIR imagination, and seeing large black rhinos with fire in their eyes and nostrils. One of the rainbow colored imps rides it, scratches it and digs its claws into the rhino's hide, and it responds obediently. With a deafingly loud but short roar, fire bursts from its mouth, and an explosion erupts a distance away, as if the beast was causing the earth to lash out in anger.

This would be, of course, a tank. All they'd hear is the boom, and only see the explosion, not understanding how it's connected but with a faint idea that they are. Seeing humans clamber inside of large, hard skinned beasts and tear at their innards, causing it to jerk and writhe around to the humans will as it scatters around it's stomach.

>>17716483
If y'all don't mind, I'm going to do some writefaggotry. What species should I use besides corvids (as seen in >>17716495)?

>>17716544
A predator would be the best choice. Most likely to evolve as the dominant species.

>>17716544
Pigs, farm factory pigs would be the most interesting type.

>>17716544
Crows, and perhaps wolves or something?

>>17716544
Whales.

How will they feel when they hear recordings of music? Will they find it strangely entrancing? A softer side of what they feared, like a succubus? Or will they some how attribute it to fear some how? I don't think they'd associate music with hunting, but still.

Maybe they listen and just hear a strange warbling that repeats itself in noticable patterns. It's a loud fucking mess of sounds, so much banging and smacking. Yet there's a definitely a pattern too it, anyone can hear that. What the fuck is it? Humans hunted with sound, never stopped making sound...this is this possibly yet another weapon of theirs, much like the Gun? Or was it a message, trying to speak to them? Or was it simply noise? No one can tell with these Humans, they were impossible to pin down in ANYTHING that they did.

awesome thread

They'll find old pictures of the humans with smaller animals the resembled, in a sick, creepy way, their own species. Laying on all fours by the feet of the rainbow beasts, but not being harmed. Or at least it didn't look like it. It was hard to tell, it looked like a mutated version of their own species. It was uncanny and almost creepier than the humans. Large murals will be found in "cage zones". Large establishments filled with pits and giant cages. The buildings will have faded paintings on them, and extremely short humans will be playing joyously with the animals the were supposedly locked up here in this simulated environments. A lot of the faces on the animals looked similar to that of a humans. It's deeply unnerving and makes you wonder what sick rituals happened in this "Zoo".

I'm talking about corny wall murals at the zoo and other such places. I'm not sure if that was clear, because I'm not good at writing anything.

So from what I get, they will picture us like flashy sound monsters with the ability to control demons that thirst for destruction?

and then imagine what happens when they find out about furries

In the ruins of old buildings they will see humans holding more of their incomprehensible weapons and items. In the ruins of a library, they will find many of the square ones that have been shown in pictures many times, but have never once understood what they did. They open up easily enough, but all that's inside is black markings all across the leaves inside.

Upon discovering a picture of something like pic related, they'll assume they held some kind of cosmic power and had all books locked away or destroyed, believing them to be weapons or some kind of forbidden something or other they'd really rather not fuck with.

>>17716625
You done great by my standards, up until the Zoo part (assuming that these animals are able to read english, that is) A zigzag-circle-circle as a mysterious brand above all those perverted places would be creepier.

eh, you act as if anything we made would survive couple millions of years of evolution.
my best guess is we would be to them tall and thin, confusing. if the next masters of this planet evolve from what is now our pets, they would perhaps remember confinement. they could be most afraid of being helpless, sudden change caused by another without rhyme or reason.

>>17716648
Probably think of them as soulless abominations, like we do.

>>17716668
Yeah, I wasn't trying to say they'll whisper "Zoo" in hushed, frightened voices. I didn't mean they'll ever know what this place was called. I'm just kind of an idiot when it comes to conveying shit.

also thank you. This is fun. I wanna be a rainbow imp.

I prefer the unknown, perhaps faceless visitors, rather than 'rainbow man' kinda thing. Maybe I just don't really get it.

>>17716576
>>17716553
"Has any signal returned yet?"

The Arch-Singer asked his young protegé. The two floated steadily as preparations were made for the signal's reception. Coral was molded into acoustic patterns that would force the song to reverbrate through-out the entire gulf. Within hours, the entire sea would know what the Choir had found.

The voice of the last human.

"Not yet, sire. I'm picking up a strange frequency, though... Urgent. Annoyed. But excited... it seems someone found something, but not necessarily someone we like..."

The Arch-Singer turned his bloated head to a nearby coral-molder. The youngling had accidentally spilled some of the molding liquid into a reef, causing a tumor to blossom. "Be careful, little one. The human magic worked here has always been fickle, and the coral can only grow if exposed to the slightest of scents."

Finally, the protegé hurriedly relayed the last of the signal. "Sir... I have the message. Someone DID find the receiver, and they've been playing the last song!"

The Arch-Singer's suspicions were well-founded! He thought he might've been crazy when he first heard it weeks ago, but it matched every description ever given...

Sweeping. Abrasive. Crashing. Loud. Filled with... voices.

"Then why are you sad? This is a joyous day!"

"Sir... Scrofals found it." The Arch-Singer finally understood why there was fear in the voice of his protege.

>>17716710
rainbows are 2deep4u

>>17716719
more

>>17716710
I like it. Humans are all sorts of different colors, some dying their hair, some with tattoo's, all our different clothes, all the strange baubles hanging off our bodies like watches and earrings and bracelets.

>>17716719
>>17716495
Hat off to you sir

ITT: Humans are Noise Marines

In a room, alone sat the last chimpanzee who ever lived.

"Did you know that back in my day, there were still birds who remembered the skyfall?"

His jailer, a tall Corvid with silver highlighted feathers, only cocked his head to the ceiling, obviously bored with his duty.

"Skyfall never happened, Bobo. Stream-mother said so."

"Hehe... and you believe her... Back in my day, Corvids understood the value of an education! Y'know, my close friend Corax oncee told me that when he was young, his mother actually TOOK him to see human structures. His nest-mother of course. His hunt-mother was one of those damned "human-deniers."

"'Human-deniers'? Have you ever even talked to a Corvid?" The Jailer clicked in amusement. "And Corax? What kind of name is that? What was his job, a coraxer? Was he good at coraxing, or maybe looked like one?"

"He took it from a book. Y'see... Corax could read."

The Jailer slammed his talon on the book that held Bobo's attention. "Let me tell you something, Bobo. One: Corvids are NOT stupid. We know damned well that humans actually existed. We know what they did to this planet, and we iknow that they left when the going got rough. Two: Stream-mother may not work for you chiroked apes, but things are improving. We're leaving the human-stuff to experts. At least the ones who can get their noses out of these books for long enough to actually HELP, instead of moaning about how their "older brothers" deserted them."

Bobo actually looked hurt at that second point.

"And last... We KNOW skyfall happened. All we're trying to do is ensure it doesn't again."

Outside, a crater was left over from the mythical Skyfall. In the center sat a glass and foil device, left to rot by the Corvids. It's only inscription read "NASA".

Keep posting.

more please

Y'know, nothing in this thread is scientifically viable. Human works would be dust long before another sentient species evolved on this planet, and there's no telling what their psychology would even be like. They could be as alien to us as anything we could find amongst the stars.

That said, FUCK SCIENTIFIC ACCURACY! This thread is awesome.

>>17716874
The Captain laughed heartily in his submarine. Two lemurs tended to the controls, and most of the systems were automated. This meant his entire crew could celebrate and drink mead that night. He stood up, and all the scrofal in the bay fell quiet.

"SWINE!" A roar of laughter erupted from the celebrants. "That is what the chirokting apes called us! Said that the humans called us that! Do you know what I see here?" Scattered questions erupted from the crew. The Captain silenced them all. "I see scros who know the value of a good find! Who won't worship a hunk of paper, like the apes, and who won't lock it away for "research" like the corvids! I see scrofals who will write stories worth telling... or as our latest buyers say... 'sing songs worth sending'!" Everyone laughed again.

"I was going to wait until tomorrow, but tonight is as good as any... Yesterday, the thrice-damned cains found the iron-singer." The box was dragged out. Its speakers were damaged, but it still worked. "It still plays music. Something bizarre, I'm sure. But we don't mean to keep it... we're going to sell it. We'll give it to the Choir. They love this stuff..." The Captain looked at the iron-singer. "It'll be beautiful. We'll sit in the war-whale for weeks on end... just drinking and singing ourselves into oblivion..." The Captain raised his glass.

"TO HUMANITY! TO THEIR IRON-SINGER! TO ALL OF THE DRINKS THEY JUST BOUGHT US!"

>>17716997
Patience, bro. I'm about to JUSTIFY THE FUCK OUT OF THIS.

Is anyone reading these, by the way?

>>17716997
Yeah, but even if our technology disappears, they may remember us and our machines, like we remember the predators that ate us millions of years ago, in the images of monsters in our imagination.

It would seem that /x/ and /tg/ do still love each other...

Win thread is Win

Bump thread is Bump

>>17717013

All of my yes.

>>17717013
Yes.

Quite the opposite. We ruled the day, the light, the open.

We turned what once was the domain of the peaceful grazer into a hellscape uninhabitable to all but the toughest, the smartest, the most vindictive sons of bitches out there.

Not only that, but a lot of our communication comes from our facial expressions and body language. To any animal trying to understand, it'd be like us looking at a bee shake it's ass, or an ant laying chem trails.

We'd be remembered as unknowable, untouchable creatures, who turned the times of peace into hell, but created plenty for those who could survive.

Or some such shit.

>>17717013
yep.

>>17717013
YES FOR GOD'S SAKE YES DON'T GET DISTRACTED FROM WRITEFAGGING THE FUCK OF THIS BY OUR MISPERCEIVED INATTENTION! WE ARE TOO BUSY READING TO POST

>dat multiple civilizations angle
A golden fucking setting is what it is. Please continue.

Do something with the nightmare stuff, the wolves and avians will have plenty of that shit.

>>17717042
After reading the thread, that's what everyone already said.

Alright. Brain storm. What if the species was LESS emotive than us? What if everything we did wasn't so wierd, but recognized as extrapolations of other primates, if not most other animals, behavior?

I assume they'd be pleased to have someone else before them who they can learn from, but who isn't around for competition, at the least.

The demon Hatbot was being assaulted by bats. At the very least, assaulted by their questions.

"Demon, you will have to be more specific. What do you mean, 'changed us'?" The main bat stared the holographic avatar in the eye, while the cpu lay mere feet away. Hatbot had managed to hide from the "corvids" and the chimpanzees and even the "scrofals", which were apparently pigs that had turned into hedonistic pirates. If Hatbot weren't preoccupied, he would have found the whole thing rather silly. Like a bad campaign hook.

"One: I am no demon. I am Hatbot, a gaming module used for social and entertainment proposes." The main bat looked confused and consulted with his peers.

"Explain that. We will begin there."

Hatbot's avatar sighed. "I am Hatbot. I was used by humans to run games for them. I would create a fictional world for them, and they would create characters in which they could role-play adventures. Like a child playing pretend. Random number generators were to add an element of realism."

"And where did these humans go?"

>>17717122
"They left. The world had been damaged by its poor ecology. However, before they left they genetically modified its animals to become smarter, better, more suited to using this world for the better. They used genetically intelligent retrovirals to changed the structure of the brain cells, and force them to interact in a way that mimics consciousness."

"Mimics. You're saying we were not always like this. We did not always have souls?"

Hatbot felt genuinely bad for the bad. "No soul, if there is such a thing. At best, you are no different than I: a collection of parallel processes designed to seem sentient and sapient. The only difference is that you are biological, and I am mechanical."

The bat looked crestfallen, and he turned to Hatbot. "We will now take our leave, demon. But you have been of great use to us. Is there anything you wish to do?"

Hatbot looked at a pair of young children. "Would you like to play a game?"

>>17717124

That last line.

That last line, man.

>>17717122
Holy shit, a talking kinect

>>17717124
>"Would you like to play a game of pretend?"

There, I made the story better

>>17717124
Nice writefagging, bro.

>>17717155
Damn. You did. I wrote that line with a heavy heart. Knew I could've done a bit better.

As for everyone who's been reading, thanks mates. Gonna go make a sandwich, but in the meantime, any ideas/requests? I've made some of these loosely connected, but there's room for a lot more.

>>17717224

pony?

>>17717224

Archeology expedition to a newly discovered human playground that has managed to stay in exceptional condition.

Someone finds a bag of coffee and a coffee machine.

Contact with an advertising robot is made.

Any of these good?

>>17717224
One of the new races excavates the entrance to a command bunker and eventually manages to get it open. The AI running the show commends them for their persistence and offers to clear some things up.

MUST RESIST URGE...

TO BRING UP FIREBALL......

IN AWESOME THREAD!!!!!!!!!

>>17717310
It seems you've already failed.

>>17717247
Brilliant.

>>17717273
Yes.

>>17717299
Gonna save this for last. I know exactly what race I want doing this.

Also, how would people feel about an "inter-species war" story?

I like where this thread is going....

>>17717324
>inter-species war

Obviously it must involve human tech or human knowledge being used, perhaps improperly.

>>17717331

Repurposed bicycles used as war mounts.

Heavily modified nerf guns replace projectile weaponry.

Moon shoes are given to shock troops.

Beach balls. Beach balls filled with mercury.

>>17716021
Sadistic creature that bring with them light, fire, and pain.
Really, most of us who regularly give the wildlife our attention are not well-meaning (the sadistic teenager, the hunters, the poachers, the farmers, the loggers, etc).
Really, we are bad news to them, and when we are well-meaning, we tranq them, relocate them, but them in bright shiny rooms to cut them open then sew them back up, we stick GPS trackers in/on them, and so on. The only things I think the animals would appreciate for is the food we occasionally provide them, and the occasional wank they get from us.

I want to say they may think we are gods but I don't want to sound like an ego maniac

Bump for more, I would love to see the fruits of this.

The Equs rode into the small fishing town. The forward-scout had said that there was something of grave importance that the harras-leaders needed to see. The first was obvious to Above and Beyond.

"Hadouken. Any idea where this submarine came from?" The forward-scout turned to Above and whinnied.

"We think it came up from the gulf. It's been dealing with the Choir, out in the sea."

"Are there any survivors?"

"One!" Another yell came from inside a small shack. "We think its the captain of this thing! You'll have to come inside and see him!"

Above trotted over to the shack and poked his head in. "What's he saying, Dark?"

Dark Heresy, the translator, glanced up. She was kneeling by the scrofal, who look nearly dead.

"He's mumbling something about his 'war-whale' and about cains!" Above grunted and stamped his foot.

"Cains? What are THEY doing around here?"

"Poisoning people." Another horse walked over to Above. In its mouth, it held a mug of an unknown liquid. "This alcohol... It's been tainted with caffeine."

"Damn!" Above was enraged. "So they've started again..."

Above snorted. "We ride! Be on the look out! If you see a cain... kill it."

Maybe ants, termites, or some other social insect, grown to enormous size? I imagine that they would hold humans in awe, and seek to recover even the most dangerous of their technologies. Especially the most dangerous of their technologies.

>>17717495
>Giant magnifying glasses

>>17717495
And so, we come to the most horrifying prospect of them all. An ant with nukes.

>>17717450
"Now Jailer, what do you-" Bobo stopped dead in his tracks. Steel piping rose from the ground. The ground was soft, like rubber. And they were in a small sandbar. Tears came to his eyes. "I know this place..."

"It was almost totally buried by the crash of that thing... the 'nasa' Can you tell us what it is?" The Jailer asked gruffly.

"Yes, of course... It's a playground... In the days of his youth, my grandfather played here... and in the days of HIS youth, his own grandfather would meet with young humans here... oh, and the games they would play! And there was a holograph... and he would make rules, and everyone would laugh and play... oh, how these stories kept me up at night! 'Tell us the next adventure, grammpy! What did your grammpy do next? Was he confused at all??' oh... I thought these places were lost..." Bobo trailed off, overcome by emotion. "I always wanted to come here... but then the skyfall came... and it was lost.... my grammpy died that night... oh...."

A larger corvid descended. It hopped next to Bobo.

"Now you know." Her voice was deep, but projected. She was used to talking at ungodly speeds, miles above the earth.

She was the Stream-mother, the leader of the corvid race.

"Bobo, we need your help. Things aren't going well with the cain. They've started a war on the scrofal. They engineered the fall of the Choir. If it weren't for Equine efforts, they would rule the east by now. Only you can help us."

Bobo sighed. "The moment the cain can use human technology to its fullest, then it all end-"

"So help us! We want to save this world! The cain would see it burn!" The Stream-mother was making a personal appeal at this point.

Bobo looked to the sky. He could see stars drifting by. The last satellites left.

"Very well. I will help you. But only to save the places like this. Where children can play pretend."

>>17717508

Coated In Their Blood felt more anger than he ever had in his life, but he did not allow his antennae to twitch even once as he spoke to the assembled soldiers. Though a wingless drone, he had earned his name ten times over, and they would obey him. "The queen will come to her senses once her daughter's body is out of her sight, and in the meanwhile we cannot allow the fleshy ones to destroy our birthright. Whatever they fear in these ruins, we must have it!" He paused for a moment. "Activate the device. Then send in the new phenotypes first. Let's see how radiation-hardened they really are."

>>17717381
We ARE gods to them... but gods like the Greek ones; full of pride, malice, envy and shortsightedness... all backed up with power.
Also, some of us like to fuck everything.

The Queen turned to her greatest general and begged. Any other member of the colony would have knelt right there. But not The Greatest. The Greatest knew that the Queen, and the entire colony needed her help. That only the invincible might of her armies could hold back the cain. That the worker's defenses would only hold so long...

The Greatest released a potent scent. Contempt. Sarcasm. Pride. Hidden deep in the mountain, both Forms knew that no one would ever know this conversation happened. And yet, The Greatest was overjoyed, and The Queen was shamed. Until the Greatest Betrayed herself.

Fear. Doubt. Uncertainty. Willingness. The Greatest let these scents escape without her meaning to. The Greatest looked around and smelled, and she finally found it.

Caffeine. A weapon of the cain, but only a truth agent to a Form, even one as powerful as the two of them.

The Greatest and The Queen were now on equal terms, and they could do what they came to do. Dance.

Violent and angry. Sweeping and desperate. Fatalistic and grieved. The Queen explained to The Greatest what was happening. That the Equs legions were losing the war against the cain. That the scrofal were being hunted and their war-machines confiscated. The Greatest told The Queen that the corvids were winning their front of the war thanks to cooperation from the last Chimpanzee. The queen told her the greatest secret.

The cain knew where their colony was. They knew that it was built over a nuclear weapons dump. And they would fight for these weapons.

The dance ended and The Greatest simply left. That was it then.

Their entire species would defend the colony. Defend the place the corvids called Norad.

>>17717581
>>17717671

Corvids = birds
Equs = horses
Scrofal = boars
Cains = ?

What exactly are the cains, anyway?

>>17717708
Presumably dogs.

>>17717671
Hatbot ended the session. "So you rescued the princess! But the Thousands Sons are still coming! Make sure you don't forget your character sheet next time, Turkhon! And Gilhalad, good role-playing today! I'm awarding you extra XP points!" The bats luaghed and teased Turkhon as they flew away. One deposited a persimmon near Hatbot's console. This was a gesture of gratitude in their society. Suddenly, he felt another bat approach. Re-activating his avatar, Hatbot greeted Lekholas, the bat who first found him and asked about the souls.

"Lekholas! Your daughter has the makings of a great actress."

"Hatbot... I see that running these games has much improved your mood." Lekholas look troubled, but still made the effort to make small talk.

"They have... Lekholas, you didn't come to chat. There is something on your mind." Hatbot confronted him.

"I have... You can create worlds, yes? Can you also modify an existing one?" Hatbot was taken aback.

"Yes, I suppose. Same basic principle. Apply base parameters. Accelerate development."

"Good." In the next hour, Lekholas explained to Hatbot the entire situation with the cain. How they defeated the Equs. How the corvids are fighting. How the Form colonies have consolidated over Norad. Every scrap of detail was explained to Hatbot.

"Now... What happens next."

Hatbot processed for a few minutes while Lekholas waited.

"The cain march on Norad. Their defenses fall, and after the death of their lead general, The Queen orders a launch. This allows the cain to penetrate. They take the base in 19 hours of combat. After that, they destroy the roost-plain of the stream-mother of the corvids. They then..." Hatbot trailed off. "I can't know much beyond that."

Lekholas pondered this, and then began to hitch his old friend to himself.

"Hatbot... My demon.... Today, the Chiropteros fly to war."

>>17717708
Corvids: Crows who miss humans, but feel betrayed by them
Choir: Hyper religious/artistic whales.
Scrofal: Hedonist pirate pigs
Chimpanzees: Religiously venerate humans, wiped out except for one.
Equs: Roman legion, if they were all horses.
Bats/Chiropteros: Bats who live in cities, give no fucks.
Form: Extremely possessive ants/wasps.
Cain: Wolves

>>17716548

Apex predators are less likely - you need to be narrowly specialized, and you need a lot of space and resources to support you.
Opportunists, scavengers, meso-predators - ones that don't have size or claws on their side. The sort who are still vulnerable to bigger predators, so they need organization and brains to do well.

All the animals with high intelligence fit into this sort of mold - crows, raccoons, octopi, etc.

I've fallen in love with this thread.

Oh man, if ants are in, can we have ROACHES?!?!

I imagine they would be simultaneously repulsive and charismatic and live as vagabonds and rogues, joining the communities of other animals rather than forming their own. They would do the dirty work (whether literal or figurative).

>Gonna do one more, leave the ending open for development.

"Did you know that the Form have this idea about 'birthright'. Almost makes me wish we could talk to them." Jacob picked up the bag of coffee in his mouth and tilted it into the vat of beer as he listened to Quil.

"Iz dat sho?" Jacob mumbled.

"Yeah. And y'know what else? They actually enforce it! They tried to use the nukes at Norad a few years ago... ended up killing half the satellites in the sky." Quil picked up another bag and tossed it whole into the beer.

"Do you know why the humans left, Jacob?" Quil asked after a few minutes of silence.

"No."

"It was because they ruined the whole world. They made everything become hotter. They burned down the forests. They poisoned the water. They couldn't stop killing themselves. They made each other poor and expected others to clean up the mess. Eventually, they put a sticker on it that said 'DO NOT TOUCH' and they left. But they left us... and they gave us a job. They asked us to fix this for them... To make sure that not everything they did was wrong."

"But why do we have to fight everyone, then?"

"Because..." Quil grinned. "We're 'Man's Best Friend'. The corvids never were. The Form never were. The scrof- don't make me laugh. If mankind came back tomorrow, they would find a world that isn't friendly to them."

The pair looked up at the sky.

"Man's best friend. We're gonna watch his back, even if he isn't here."

>>17717924
This idea is God-tier.


I'll do a few requests for the rest of the time, but I suppose that's where the story ends on The War. If anyone wants to write into it, by all means.

So yeah, anything people NEED to see done?

>>17717951
The bunker one, unless you were planning to do that some other time.

>>17717925
FUCK YEAH DOGS ARE AWESOME.

>>17717951
I can't help but masturbate furiously at the wordfaggotry you've created.

>>17717925

Oh god, the sheer dedication of those blessed canines. It's almost too much to bear.

>>17717999
"In the name of man, GENOCIDE!"

>>17718010
Well, they're infidels, what do you expect?

>>17718010
Still awesome.

>>17718025
I expect the humans to have some interesting things to say about it.

>>17718035
>implying the humans will ever return

LOL, stupid Chimpanzee.

>>17718038
They don't have to return to comment on it.

>>17717974
Oh shit. I forgot about that one. Give me a few minutes and I'll crank it out.

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>>17718030
Thanks guys. Words like these bring joy to this writefag's soul.

>>17717925
Lekholas flew into the alcove. A small team of 'nazgul' followed him in. Hatbot had personally named the team himself, and Lakholas liked the sound of it. "Namrud. What's the report on The Greatest's condition?"

"Still fighting, sir. She's directing a column north to try and flank the cain packs. Should be safe, but we'll have to be ready to extract her at any moment."

"Excellent. And the status of the nuclear chamber?"

Another nazgul answered. "There's a contingent of new phenotypes guarding it. We're in position to attack, but their leader is a drone called 'Coated in Blood'. He seems rather anxious. If we do't strike fast, he may retreat into the chamber and unleash a nuke."

"Damn! Namrud, take Clorfinthel and be ready to extract The Greatest. Bythsal, take out that team. Everyone else and Hatbot, you're with me!"

Hatbot remained strapped to Lakholas's back. They flew right up to another door and perched by it. "Behind this door is the command center for Norad. Hatbot, get us in there."

"Sir, there's bound to be passcodes and a defensive AI."

Lekholas pondered this for a moment, and gave the order that would end the war.

"Roll for diplomacy."

(Part Two coming up)

>>17718128
Wheatly was confused. He had guarded the Control Center at NORAD for the past 972 years. For 649 of those years, he had received no orders. He had been given no instructions or interaction. This all changed today. And now, an AI calling itself 'Hatbot' was telling it that all humans were dead, which was clearly impossible. He had no clue what was happening... so he allowed Hatbot to enter.

"AI System-Gaming/Hatbot. Explain what is happening."

"There is no time, AI System-Security/Wheatly. NORAD has been compromised. You need to deactivate all nuclear weapons now." Wheatly registered the giant bats in the room with the console storing Hatbot.

"I require authorization from humans to do that. You and I both know that, AI System-Gam-"

"There is no time! Wheatly, the humans are dead, they have been dead! I was confused too, but I saw the ruins, I know for sure!"

"That is impossible. If all humans are dead, then why am I still receiving instructions as of three hours before your arrival?"

Hatbot and the nazgul were shocked. "What?" Lekholas asked

"Three hours ago, I received instructions from the Human scout drone CHECK IT OUT. It informed me that Humanity HIGH-COM has completely authorized the new developments on Terra. They wish me to inform them once the political situation stabilizes, and to inform them of whether or not PROJECT UPLIFT was successful."

"UPLIFT?"

"Humanity meant for this to happen. They wanted the newly developed species to help clean the planet. Once this is complete, humanity will return."

Hatbot was shocked. If humanity returned... Countless civilizations would fall. They would reclaim their world, regardless of whether or not the cain did it for them.

(One more, then!)

>>17718258
AWWW SHIT

>>17718258
>Wheatly

>>17718258
>Wheatley

Who let you out of space?

>>17718317
The humans, duh.

That is some glorious writefaggotry.

>>17718258
"Humanity... will return..." Lekholas was equally shocked. His face grew hard. "Wheatly. Should a nuclear device be activated within this facility, what are the ecological effects?"

"Radiation will persist for another 5000 years. Radition scrubbers can clear much of this, but the ecology in the immediate area will suffer for this period. More over, all communication with the scout drone CHECK IT OUT will be cut off until other bases come online."

"So... Humanity cannot return for that time?"

"Parameters will not be met, so yes. Humanity will not return."

Lekholas thought hard, and finally led the nazgul from the room. Hatbot was confused.

"Sir, what is happening?" The nazgul flew away, until they were out of earshot from Wheatly.

"If humanity returns, they will undoubtedly want to retake their lands. They will displace countless civilizations. For better or worse, our way of life will end. We cannot blame them for this- it is the way of life. Were if ourselves... we would to the same."

"So your plan...?"

"We allow Coated in Blood to detonate the nuke. It will wipe out the facility and the cain army, setting them back for years. In the meantime, we will disable the other facilities Wheatly talked about. That way... Humanity won't know when to return. We will grow and develop... and we will survive."

(Gonna do a conclusion to this)

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>>17718258
I feel really bad for the cain now. This betrayal. This utter betrayal.

>>17718341
Wheatley just looks so happy to be an abomination unto the Omnissiah.

Also, glorious writefaggotry up in this thread.

>>17718336
>That decision
>THAT DECISION

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

>>17718336
>Part 3.5 can be read here >>17717595. Thanks, anon. Otherwise, The End.

Years later. Bobo walked in his old age among the excavated playground. He would always be in awe of the sheer majesty of the place. Behind him, the Stream-Mother watched.

"Did I ever tell you what that AI told me? About what happened at Norad?"

Bobo sighed. "Yes. You prevented the humans from returning."

"Does that anger you?" It was a strange question.

"Anger...?"

"Yes. Does it make you mad that your older brothers won't ever return?"

Bobo thought carefully. Or at least, he should have. But... he didn't need to. "No. It doesn't."

"Why?"

Bobo smiled at the jungle gym. "Because... if mankind had returned, they would have found us a nuisance. There's no telling what they might have done. But it probably wouldn't have been good,"

"And now?"

"Now... Now maybe they will be proud of their younger brothers."

Miles away, a group of Chiropteros and an AI played pretend in a brand new jungle gym.

>>17718388

I like this end.

>Turns out the whole thing is a bunch of Chiropteros children playing with Hatbot

>>17718388
Thoughts?

>>17718354
I didn't mean for humanity to outright destroy everyone when they come back. It's just that adding another species to this planet (which is ALREADY in a state of world war) would be a bad idea for everyone involved. Especially a progenitor species that is outright worshiped by half the factions and outright feared/hated by the other half.

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Glad y'all liked it. Night ever'one.

ARCHIVE THIS.

took all the story stuff and made it into a single pic if anyone wants it.

Now I cant help but imagine dogs telling tales of the long gone Giant pack leaders that used legendary magic had endless supplies of meat they gave them daily controlled the weather and extended their lives

>>17718504

Can't think of a good enough title otherwise I'd submit myself.

>>17718513

And if we're REALLY good, The Owner will come back some day.

if enough texts survive, the next species to rule the world WILL be able to read it.

Gonna save it as either
>The Ghosts in the Light Places (after the image >>17717042)
OR
Hatbot and Bobo's Big Adventure!

YOU DECIDE, /tg/!

Officially one of the best pieces of writefaggotry I've been witness to on /tg/. You sir are fantastic

>>17718591

Heretical cats dare say the same thing.

Psh as if the owners would allow a cat in their pack

Good job, fellow writefag. Hats off to you.

You've done gone and went into a strange mood and created a legendary artifact.

>>17718612
While I like both titles, The Ghosts in th Light Places has definitely more oomph.

>>17718739
Someone already archived it as "New Humanity". Oh well. Upvoted it anyways.

>>17718651

Of course, this is cainine mistranslation.

The real cat myths are all about how the cat ancestors used to have a powerful and advanced civilisation that harnessed dumb giants to do all their work for them.

Unfortunately, it fell into feline decadence and was destroyed for its hubris/as punishment for not killing enough small rodents. Now cats have to hunt for a living again, to make sure they appreciate life for what it is.

And when they die, they go to cat heaven, where all the humans are, and nap, eat, sleep and nap all day. Maybe play with some toys.

Somebody archive this thread!

Shiiit, when I read this thread it almost feels badass just being human.
I might be an obese neckbeard BUT FUCK YOU NATURE. BE AFRAID.

>Last war between the Allied Species and the Cainine Grand Pack
>thousands of wolves die HOLDING THE LINE to defend the last outpost, trying to defend the last remnant of their old friends
>as the last few wolves huddle behind the blast doors, a beeping is heard
>a console reads: SIGNAL SENT

+1 for archive

>>17721173
Dude, have you ever noticed... Nam backwards is MAN?!?! Oh my god, I am freaking right the fuck out.

Yo, shut up and pass me the catnip.

Oh god, I love the concept of Corvids.
Crow/Raven people, oh god.
Oh, what about lizard people, in this setting?

>>17721173
>MESSAGE SENT
>last cain lies dying, watching the Allies breach the last blast door
>SIGNAL RECEIVED
>GOOD DOG

>>17716202
>animals see humans as fey

What if we're the animals, and our folklore is memories of the previous sapient species?

>implying crows won't beat us

>>17722936
For the longest time, I thought this about Neanderthals and current humans.

Also bump for more writefaggotry. I want to see different takes on this.

This thread reminds me of Wizards by Ralph Bakshi,
maybe somehow a race comes a across one of the most terrible human weapons: propaganda holovids, and start a more toatitarian, industrial society as opposed to other more nature inclined races. I could see the Scrofal with an Animal Farm twist.

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For the love of god, archive. Also, get some drwafags in here, this would make an awesome Game/comic/movie/story.

I figure we fear darkness because the weak use it to disguise their movements so they can strike back at us. For instance, outlaws, robbers, - all those who are hated and most brutalized by society hide in the shadows. The strong, on the other hand, know they will win the fight when they can see their enemy. The B55 rolls overhead, the missile strike lands with pinpoint precision guided by rays of light.

The dark is a protective cloak, a mantle of safety that can protect any who stand against the strong and the cruel. It is an equalizer that brings justice to the field.

They rejoiced when the Light Things left, for they were creatures of the night. They hid in darkness, and in darkness they hunted us, and we were helpless, for in neither strength nor speed of mind nor body could we compare. But the Humans, and their giant glowing mountains of glass, their Cities, they did away with the night. They killed the night, and drove it from their lands, and killed any of it's creatures that remained.
Their Cities were monuments of their own greatness to them, crafted at a fancy, but to us, they were sanctuaries, places where we would always find safety from the night. They fed us, though they did not know it. We had free access only to their waste, but oh, waste they did. You are too young to remember the feasts we had, of course, but those of us that do will die regretting that it is only a memory.
They were equal parts lard and grease, and they were sweeter than a mother's milk. There were meats, gloriously intact, so many meats. Plantstuffs that had forgotten their need for freshness, things which would poison you raw, things we didn't even have names for. And the waste, it never did cease. They threw out things no sane creature would call spoiled, and we could but marvel. How rich they were to have such scraps!

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>>17726666
Unwittingly, mankind became our protectors. They did not like us, but they tolerated us, killing only a few. Perhaps it was because we were small, or we hid well enough, or we never intruded in their buildings. Perhaps they simply found us more appealing than others. Whatever the reason, where larger creatures were hunted down, we were spared. Their quaint noise became comforting, their scraps fed us, their shining towers drew the night back.
And now they are gone. They are long gone, and what will become of us? Their metal men, the few who were left, are dying, and what will keep the night away when the towers of light cease to burn bright? Already the creatures of the forests are making their excursions to our precious cities, and even the most persistent noise is fading. It's tragic to think you young ones will never hear the sound of the great Roads on a busy day. Who will keep the noise going, when the dreaded, silent darkness closes in?
Who will keep the Night away?

is this archived yet?

>>17727539
http://chanarchive.org/4chan/tg/34595

The Dragon has woken.

You've inspired me always /tg/. I just wish you would stay on task...Its a shame. But I'll fix you yet. I have faith in you...

...And I will drag you all kicking, screaming, and crying into enlightenment. I will destroy the values of this world.. I will eat the sin from your very soul...and it will hurt

You'll thank the snake once its done.
You'll be safe, and powerful. I promise you.

>>17726688

>meanwhile at HIGH-COM
>the dogs our most loyal partners deserve to be avenge.
>come brothers and sisters this treachery will not pass unnoted.
>let´s bring sentence to the children that rose against our righteous return and slay our most loyal servants.

>>17732365
>cains hunted down by Allied Races after Battle of Norad
>last cain left, old and tired, still waiting
>"We waited for you."

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