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Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Reply #4935 on: October 24, 2015, 01:30:03 PM »
:XD:

Amazing though, the fact that this thread had exceed my inital goal of only 5 books. That's roughly twenty times the number of books that I initially intended. . . . Goes to show, I guess.

New chapter.

BOOK CII:
Threadfall

CHAPTER ONE:
Tyrannopeded and Hypnoticked Off

Dino was lurking within the forest, prowling rather aimlessly. She had a sudden wanderlust in her that she couldn't explain. She prowled the forest, potentially giving a couple of campers heart attacks. It was like an all-too real version of "Jurassic Park". Dino did not seem notice this, because she had her mind set on this little power walk she was taking.

She seemed to be enjoying herself. Enjoying feeling the dirt beneath her therapod feet, even wiggling them a bit with each step. She realized that she had been so busy with RAF over the past year and this slice of the new one, that she hadn't really stopped to enjoy the little things. The twittering of birds, the sunlight dappling through the upper canopy, the bubbling water in that brook over there . . .

Then she realized that she wasn't alone. She whipped her head around to see this newcomer. It had a segmented, purple and gray body, and a red head somewhere between that of a carnotaurus or a tyrannosaurus, with a horn on her forehead. It had four legs and six small arms with two clawed fingers on all them, feet and hands.

It was Saffa's favorite morph. A Tyrannopede, albeit a tad shorter than the one Saffa acquired. That could be because of a number of reasons -- maybe because male Tyrannopedes are smaller than females, or maybe this one was a tad younger than Saffa's morph, or maybe it was just an individual difference and nothing more.

Dino and the Tyrannopede eyed each other. Dino wasn't sure if this was Abby, Saffa, or Noelle, but then wondered why they would be in morph? There wasn't a reason for it. There were no active missions . . .

With a roar, the Tyrannopede sprayed web at Dino with the nozzle-like horn. But Dino took a step back, and was missed altogether. This clarified matters. Abby, Saffa, and Noelle would not attack unprovoked. Okay, maybe Abby and Noelle might, because they haven't really morphed a Tyrannopede with as much frequency as Saffa, as it is one of her favorites.

Suddenly, Dino roared with indignity. Her small arms were pinioned at her side by the web. But it was effectively pointless, though uncomfortable for her, as she very rarely, if at all, used those arms.

Dino swung her tail, slamming it into the front left leg of the Tyrannopede, breaking it, when another showed up. And this one was slightly bigger than the first. Wonderful.

But the second had used its web to wrap up the first one and immobilize it completely. The first seemed to have been taken unawares, as the second roared.

<Sorry that you had to go through this, Dino.>

"Saffa?"

<No, I'm a magical Tyrannopede. Catch me and I shall grant you and wish you -->

"Not in the mood, Saffa!"

<Testy, testy.> Saffa said. <Anyway, don't worry. We'll take this guy to a preserve, and give the guy who had it in his private zoo a hefty fine. This was a guy who thought a simple glass container would hold a Psycholeopterran. I mean, really? A glass container?>

***

Ghost was having a good time haunting a billionaire named Ronald Rosch, nicknamed by Ghost as "Ronald Rump", by manipulating his luck for the worse, causing trival hurts and inconveniences, but nothing life-threatening. He saw it as a way for some karmic payback, as this was a guy advocating for reducing minimum wage when it was difficult enough to live off it as is.

But, as it turns out, he has had his own private zoo, a personal menagerie. They consisted of an escaped Tyrannopede, a Rancor, an escaped Psycholeopterran, a Buglizard, a Mucillator, a Terrancula, and more, possibly. He worked very hard to keep it hush-hush.

Ghost stumbled upon this fact when he was chased by a Psycholeopterran, who mistook him for a Necrofriggan, their primary prey. Now, Psycholeopterrans are large insectoid creatures resembling a bee or moth. They are purplish-grey in color, have sharp fangs, four legs, two sharp teeth, a dual-stinger on its tail, two antennae on its head, and four wings.

It was here that Ghost discovered that a lot of the billionaire's secret menagerie had managed to escape due to the rich bastard's utter lack of knowledge of these creatures. . . .

Ghost led the Psycholeopterrans back to the forum, and to tell the other RAFians.


Book 189: "Shenecron's Pets"
Chapter 4: "First Attempt"
(January 7, 2020)

RAFians Referenced Specifically: Demos.

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Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Reply #4936 on: October 24, 2015, 01:41:55 PM »
I think there's been enough movies that's shown you never lock the evil thing in a glass cage. :P

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Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Reply #4937 on: October 24, 2015, 01:48:29 PM »
"Ronald Rump."

Real subtle, Cloaky :P

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Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Reply #4938 on: October 24, 2015, 06:51:44 PM »
"Ronald Rump."

Real subtle, Cloaky :P

Well, I wasn't really trying to be subtle.

I think there's been enough movies that's shown you never lock the evil thing in a glass cage. :P

Well, it could have worked -- if the glass was supertangible. The Psycholeopterran easily phased through it.

:edit: New chapter. Sorry about the brevity.

CHAPTER TWO:
A Prank Like No Other

Fred collected the spores, careful not to melt their icy coverings, as they are reactivated by passage through the atmosphere. He could sense the thread-like strings within, which had floated down to the Pernese surface in sheets, tangles and clumps. The size of a single strand within the ovoid spores are comparable to long, silver strands of yarn. However, while feeding, these creatures grow visibly.

They are composed of complex proteins, Freddy guessed, that allow these creatures to consume any carbon-based substance through direct physical contact, as well as providing wriggling mobility. Contact with this creature by a carbon-based creatures leave marks not dissimilar to a chemical burn.

These creatures have no brain and no sentience. The majority of these creatures die after landing, due to starvation. However, if these creatures survive to begin its feeding cycle on the organic component of soil, the result is a burrow that multiplies extremely rapidly. A single burrow can devastate multiple square miles of land before perishing, according what Freddy saw upon the apparently uninhabited Pernese land.

Freddy thought that these creatures would be perfect for the ultimate prank. Of course, his idea of a mere prank did not match what other species would consider a prank. He looked over his proverbial shoulder. Estelore was not in sight. She would have undoubtly stopped his fun.

Freddy quickly gathered up a bunch of of the spores, a batch more than he had gathered up. He had to hurry. That old fuddy-duddy would interfere in his pranking plan. She seriously had no sense of humor. It was sad really.

Freddy hurried out of Rukbat system, and just in time, too. Because Estelore had came bustling into the system, rather like a harried mother. She knew that Freddy was up to something. He had been too quiet. He was prone to malevolent mischief. How can he be so careless about the consequences of his actions? She was never so reckless when she was his age.

Why couldn't he see how harmful and hurtful his malicious pranks are? Why is it so difficult for him to understand? He had to be here. Somewhere . . .

Then the Oort Cloud seemed to attract her attention for a reason that not even she could explain.
« Last Edit: October 24, 2015, 11:56:57 PM by CloakedFigure »


Book 189: "Shenecron's Pets"
Chapter 4: "First Attempt"
(January 7, 2020)

RAFians Referenced Specifically: Demos.

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Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Reply #4939 on: October 25, 2015, 03:16:04 PM »
Oh, bloody brilliant.

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Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Reply #4940 on: October 25, 2015, 03:29:46 PM »
Oh, there's a defense. But, first -- here are some book ideas.

  • Book DCCCXIX: "Faux News' Friend" -- The RAFians confront the living embodiment of propaganda.
  • Book DCCCXX: "Synthoid Batteries" -- Cloak is captured by Synthoids, can Shadow save him in time?
  • Book DCCCXXI: "And Back to the Show!" -- The RAFians are caught between the sibling rivalry of two Pugnavores.
  • Book DCCCXXII: "Revenge of the Dream Weaver" -- The RAFians are targeted by a vengeful Nemuina.

There. Hopefully, I didn't rehash an old plotline. Assuming, of course, that I ever get to write these books . . .

:edit:

New chapter.

CHAPTER THREE:
Hellish Rain

Cloak, Blaze, Blocky and Demos were in the forested area between the city and the forum. They were standing in a remote, but open meadow. They were looking for the escaped creatures from the billionaire's menagerie. Rosch could not really cover it up, though he tried.

The animals remaining within the menagerie were either very dangerous, potentially dangerous, or very endangered, as was the case with the Psycholeopterran. Some of the domesticated animals were outright stolen, like the Ziboson which belonged to the Tetramand king's youngest daughter. There was no way that Rosch could wiggle out of that without starting an intergalactic incident, and angry Tetramands can be a scary thing, being superhumanly strong and durable with four arms. So Rosch thought it would be safer to face his punishment in a Terran justice system, where he might get a slap on the wrist (not likely, with a Galvan prosecutor).

The animals in his menagerie would be returned to their rightful place -- the Rodilia Dentia, Dravek, and Dasypodidae were sent back to Turrawuste, the Sand Ripper and the princess's Ziboson were sent back to Khoros, and so on and so forth. Noelle, Saffa, and Abby acquiring five new morphs in the process, though highly-situational morphs.

But the Slamworm, the Terroranchula, the Mucillator, the Buglizard, and the drakon were still at large. But, surprisingly enough, there were no reported sightings.

Cloak and Blocky sensed it before they saw it. It was like a silvery rain about to come to the city. But it was no rain, this both RAFians were sure. They did not need Yarin's alert, having detected the DNA of the mindless creatures falling through the atmosphere. These wriggling, writhing sausages were about four inches by ten feet, and they were falling in sheets of clumps.

Cloak recognized them as once -- another realm held such creatures as well -- as Blocky bugled a call Cloak had never heard Block make. Cloak realized that Block must have a long-forgotten instinct about these creatures, about this Thread, much like many humans have innate instincts to adapt to whatever environment they can.

"Demos, stay on the ground, and burn every single strand of that silver string creatures, of that Thread, you see. Before it touches the ground." Cloak said, as Block was already flapping to meet the Thread, apparently not noting or caring that Shock and EvilPinkDragon were coming from the forum to fight this same threat. "Do not go overboard. Limit the collateral damage as much as possible. You hear me?"

"Aw, you're no fun!"

Cloak gave Demos a light punch to the face, cracking a horn, which regenerated quickly enough.

"This isn't the time to joke!" the Realm Walker said, severely, as Blaze had already taken to the air. "Do you understand me? Thread can devour a creature the size and mass as a cow in mere moments. It can make this world barren if enough of them burrow into the ground."

It wasn't precisely true, as sea life would be prefectly safe, as Thread drowns remarkably quick. But the point was still made as Cloak formed his energy disc up and went to help out the dragons using the one element he despised over the others.

Demos rubbed his cheek, though the pain had long since vanished. He said, in a small hurt voice, "That was unnecessary."
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Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Reply #4941 on: October 25, 2015, 09:21:08 PM »
New chapter.

CHAPTER FOUR:
Wheel of Morality, Spin, Spin, Spin

During the fierce battle the dragons, Blaze, and Cloak were having with the Thread, it was seen quite differently among the populace of the city -- as seeing a Realm Walker on an energy and three dragons flaming Thread would hardly go unnoticed.

Several hidden Knights, clad in military-grade armor in the shape of medieval armor, complete with helmets of the same motif, took immediate notice and immediate leaped to the wrong conclusion.

"They are invading!" one declared.

"Oh, dear," another gasped.

"We knew that these miserable sympathizers would lead to our downfall!" a third said, heatedly.

"This is why we Knights are here!" a fourth added on, with equal passion and delusion.

"We will save the rightful denizens of this planet from these squatters and invaders!!" a fourth agreed with a deluded grandeur. "We will not lose our God-given sovereignty!"

"But just how do you intend us to do that, though?" the second replied. "The logistics are already a nightmare . . ."

The other four glared venomously at him, for poking holes in their grandiose plot, their deluded scheme. These guys were armchair racists, couch xenophobics. They expected to get credit when the Knights claim victory (and whenever they do it is often distorted and twisted to fit their narrative), though these particular five don't lift a finger and do anything that they claim should be done.

They were old fogies, unable to cope with change, unable to comprehend a change in the status quo, and not able to fathom changjng opinions. That is the reason why they were Knights, although none in real high rank.

***

On the other side of the city, there happened to be a religious fanatic, who was traveling with friends. They had decided to go on a bit a shopping spree, making a day out of it. They were enjoying the freedom and having enough money to do so, clearly not feeling the crunch that the minimum wage workers don't get to enjoy very often. Or ever.

Anyway, the religious fantatic happened to look up, her arms laden with solid-colored bags colored pink, red, yellow, green, and black. She quickly dropped them as she took what she saw above as some sort of divine sign of some sort of rapture or something . . . nonsensical.

She yelled out in prostrations of ecstasy, believing that she would be floating up bodily or something. She was shouting with glee -- looking rather insane, clearly misquoting whatever religion she claimed to belong to.

Her friends, religious but not to this exaggerated extent, looked at her as if she had cracked. They clearly thought that she had lost her mind, and were embarrassed at the scene that she was making.

"This woman does not represent us," one of them replied to a staring onlooker. They didn't want to throw their friend under the bus like that, but she had lost all sense of decorum, and this was quite embarrassing enough as is.

***

A short distance away, there was a conspiracy theorist who used to work in politics, before becoming a professional blogger. He always take offense when being referred to as a conspiracy theorist, even though it was true.

He had seen the battle with the Thread above the city, with Demos darting about beneath it taking potshots at any Thread strands that may have excaped the firebreath and fire blasts above. Fortunately it was not many.

This wrinkly blob of skin had decided that this was an obvious sign of the end of the world, complete with demons running amok. Of course, he can't be bothered with offering verifiable proof (which some of the bloggers, who have no problem with actually fact-checking, were quite irritated with him with), instead preferring to use flawed logic, strawman arguments, anecdotal fallacies, and the like. As well as ignoring the fact that people have been predicting the end of the world since time immemorial.

***

Within moments, the three dragons, Blaze, and Cloak had cleared away the Thread as the Threadfall seemed to have ended. Cloak quickly scouted the area to be absolutely sure. Eventually he was satisfied that none had been left, and there were no burrows.

He returned back to the forum.
« Last Edit: October 25, 2015, 09:23:06 PM by CloakedFigure »


Book 189: "Shenecron's Pets"
Chapter 4: "First Attempt"
(January 7, 2020)

RAFians Referenced Specifically: Demos.

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Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Reply #4942 on: October 26, 2015, 12:20:25 AM »
Yeah, nothing ends in four chapters. :P

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Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Reply #4943 on: October 26, 2015, 08:11:28 AM »
Still so tempting to be a troll and put up "Book CIII" above this chapter . . .

New chapter.

CHAPTER FIVE:
Cloak Played "Infinite Explanations"!

Back at the forum, Cloak still felt restless, worried that maybe he didn't check hard enough, that he had missed a Thread burrow. The anxiety and uncertainty ate him up, though he knew, deep down, that he covered every square inch of the place.

Then he started to wonder if the city was the only place that was affected. If it was, then they were exceedingly lucky. If not, then they should start scouring the world. The oceans and lakes and ponds would not be a real concern, of course, nor the more arid and frigid areas of the planet perhaps.

But Cloak couldn't escape the feeling that perhaps, just perhaps, he wasn't doing enough to stop the Thread.

Naturally, a meeting was called in the auditorium, to discuss this new threat.

"If Cloak hadn't been so quick to act," Blaze said, "as well as the RAFian dragons and myself, the string things would have hit the ground. Cloak seemed emphatic that they should not do that."

"They shouldn't," Cloak said.

"Why?" Sakki said. "Why was it so important? And how do you know about these stringy things?"

"They are identical to a creature that I observed from another realm," Cloak said. "They are called Thread."

"Well, given what we call our quarters, that could be a bit confusing," Saffa said, before Cloak launched into a lecture about these creatures.

"Thread are thin, silvery, filaments of a space-borne spore that devours all organic matter that it touches. A planet in the Rukbar system, I think it was, called Pern or something experiences this deadly organism rains down from their sky periodically. They remain dormant in inner-system space as a small, icy ovoid, but are reactivated by passage through the atmosphere, by heat and atmospheric friction. This burns off the outer shell and releases thread-like strings which float down to the surface in sheets, tangles and clumps. And while they feed, Thread grows visibly."

"Oh, this sounds pleasant," GH said, in a sarcastic aside, before Cloak continued the lecture.

"Structurally, they are composed of a lot of thin, tightly-wound filaments within a very fine outer shell, or film, if you prefer. I think it's complex proteins that allow Thread to consume any substance -- er, carbon-based substance, that is -- through direct physical contact, as well as providing wriggling mobility. Contact with Thread results in something the natives of that other realm dubbed "Threadscore", which looked similar to a chemical burn."

"Interesting," Yarin said.

"Don't even think about it," Abby said, at once.

"What?"

"You aren't collecting some for study."

"But . . . it can be useful," the Nyac protested.

Almost as if in response, Cloak said, "A small clump of Thread can devour a fully-grown cow in mere moments. Feeding Thread grow rapidly, pulsating with sickly grey and green colors as it does. The exterior shell thickens with growth, and Thread dies from the inside out -- which might suggest that the Thread's explosive consumption may interfere with its metabolism. The shell thickens and hardens in death, while the interior undergoes a sort of unravelling or melting process that leaves a foul stench that I'll never forget. Water drowns Thread quickly, however, leaving behind nothing but a soggy, bubbling mess."

". . . How do you know all this?" GH asked. "You are starting to sound like a Wikipedia article."

Cloak glared at him a bit, then sighed before pressing on.

"They have no brain and are not sentient. The majority of Thread tends dies after landing, starving to death. However, if Thread survives to begin its feeding cycle on the organic component of soil, the result is a burrow that multiplies alarming rapidity. Think of how the Heinlin spread. A single burrow, from what I can remember, can devastate multiple square miles of land before perishing."

"Now I understand why you punched me," Demos said. "I still think it was a bit unnecessary though."

"I disagree," Sakki teased.

"Close examination, from the examiners of that realm, of Thread ovoids under inert conditions -- that is, near-vacuum pressures and subzero temperatures -- revealled an ice shell embedded with cometary matter (you know, rocks and dirt), requiring specialized glass tools to cut. Their dissection revealed a mass of tightly wound fibers, tubes, and yellow goo (possibly, liquid helium). The captured Thread ovoids, when exposed to warm laboratory conditions, exploded into a writhing, devouring mass that later melts into a dead puddle after a short time without sufficient food."

"Well," Saffa said, "that was a rather large info dump, wasn't it?"

"Hilarious," Cloak said dryly.


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Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Reply #4944 on: October 26, 2015, 09:46:39 PM »
New chapter.

CHAPTER SIX:
Tensions Run High

"And I don't know why we went up to battle it," Blocky said. "It was almost as if I was . . . was on automatic, or something."

"It was a deep-seated instinct," Shock said. "Long buried and forgotten."

"Why do we have such instincts, though?" EvilPinkDragon asked, pensively.

"I do not know," Shock said, in his usual surly manner, "nor do I care. It's enough that we do. And if we feel this compulsion, other dragons will, too."

"Ah, so we don't have to worry about global --" Saffa began before Shock cut across her.

"Dragon numbers are not numerous," he said, bluntly. "Not as numerous as humans, anyway. One reason dragons aren't seen -- er, aren't seen, usually. Some can even disguise themselves as humans. Some, not all. Just like not all dragons have dragonbreath -- flame breath."

"Well, in any case, it's over. And in record time, too." Underseen said.

"Don't be so quick," Cloak said, ever cautious, ever vigilant. "Nothing's ever so easy. Nothing . . ."

"So . . . the only way to kill this Thread thing -- sidenote: Saffa's right, that's gonna get confusing -- the only way to kill this Thread thing is to burn it? Other than trying to starve it, I mean." Phoenix said. "I should have been there."

"Aquilai too," Sakki said, teasingly, and with a straight face. "You can firebend."

"No, I can't!" Aquilai protested. "I'm waterbender. I would have to regenerate first before I became a firebender."

"You need help with that, then?" Sakki said, coyly.

Aquilai was not amused. "You're not being funny, Sakki."

"Oh, c'mon, you big baby," Sakki said, facetiously.

Aquilai didn't find Sakki's overt flippancy at, what essentially was, his death. He may be able to regenerate but that doesn't mean the circumstances of the death didn't hurt. And he made sure that Sakki knew this and the possible implications of this insensitivity of hers.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. I wasn't being very nice. I'll admit it," she said said, raising her hands in a symbolic sign of surrender and capitulation.

"The point is," Cloak said, diverting attention to the task that he was sure to soon be at hand, "that there may be more Threadfalls. We should be prep--"

Then he was interrupted when Blocky, Shock, and EvilPinkDragon started bugling of their own accord. It was like a reflex, not somethkng they consciously controlled.

Cloak sighed and finished his statement, "Be prepared."


Book 189: "Shenecron's Pets"
Chapter 4: "First Attempt"
(January 7, 2020)

RAFians Referenced Specifically: Demos.

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Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Reply #4945 on: October 27, 2015, 04:57:41 AM »
I'll admit, I read that whole Wikipedia dump in a droning news reporter voice. :P

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Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Reply #4946 on: October 27, 2015, 03:16:42 PM »
*chuckle.*

New chapter.

CHAPTER SEVEN:
Scored and Bored

Cloak, the three dragons, Blaze, Phoenix, and any other pyrokinetic or pyrotechnic RAFian that the forum had were rushed into battle. Saffa even helped, as her Sheer Goliath morph was a fire-breather, only she had to be careful as she didn't really want to become a nothlit (granted, there are worse things to be stuck as, like a flea, a male angler fish, or a politician).

The RAFians wanted to be sure to be as thorough as they could be. If just one strand of Thread made it to fertile soil, it could cause an ecological disaster undreamed of for a selected area. If more found their way into the soil . . . it was a topic that was preferable to not consider lightly.

Soon, the air was alight with fire. The RAFians were being ruthlessly efficient in destroying the alien organism. They did not hesitate, and they did not stop. Not until they were sure every strand was gone.

Of course, the plane that came by seemed to have wiped some out, but not because of impact or whatnot. But in that it prevented them from eating carbon-based "foodstuffs", and they quickly starved. Naturally, the human (or, at least, they looked human) pilots were nonplussed, obviously never having encountered such creatures like Thread before.

Parker had quickly scanned the ordinary 747 for the presence of persistant strands of thread, and he was satisfied that they all had been exterminated. He went back to help, using fire and heat-themed weaponry.

Phoenix got "Threadscored", leaving a linear burn mark acrossing his left cheek. His cheek became swathed in flames and the mark vanished. It was fortunate that this was the only Threadscore that happened during this battle.

It was quite a distraction for the people down below in the city. Many of whom did not seem to have the good sense to go to the safety of their homes, instead came out to see the battle -- though it was a rather one-sided battle, so much so that the word "battle" seemed to be hyperbole -- and watch all the flashy bangs and flumes of fire.

***

Meanwhile, above the Earth, revolving in tandem with the planet, was Freddy. He was starting to pout like a spoiled brat who wasn't getting what he wanted, when he wanted. He had expected to come to this planet and spread his spores -- uh, that doesn't sound right, does it?

Anyway, he was finding thst spreading the Thread to this planet rather boring. He had expected at least some resistence, and, looking at remnants of a satellite-based defensive grid, he felt disappointed. He felt as if he was denied a treat that he very much desired.

And, what was more, the denizens of the planet were not reacting how he thought they would. He was expecting a result as if he was merely playing "Plague, Inc.", as if toying with lives like this was a mere game and the lives he would ruin were mere footnotes in some comic book anthology. He did not see them as real people with lives and feelings and histories and minds of their own.

He had this young child mentality of only his feelings, of only his thoughts, of only his wants, of only his needs mattered. Granted, before he came into contact with Estelore, he spent the majority of his life in this little bubble where he, and only he mattered. Estelore's efforts to reach him, to teach him the truths that he willfully and wontonly flouted. He thought the very ideas Esy tried to instruct funny and laughable.

But he was finding himself growing more and more bored with this prank. It really wasn't as good as his usual wishing star prank. That was more entertaining than this. His interest was quickly slipping.


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Chapter 4: "First Attempt"
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Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Reply #4947 on: October 28, 2015, 12:29:31 AM »
What do I listen to when I write these chapters? Why the Opinionated Animorph Book Guides, by our own poparena! . . . Sometimes.

New chapter.

CHAPTER EIGHT:
Blame Game

And whilst the RAFians work so very hard and so very diligently to eliminate the Thread, their reputations were being called into question, and the masses (although that is being fairly generous) were being misled. There was a fair bit of xenophobic sentiment in the city, though still a minority, as proven by the mere existence of the Knights of Humanity, which was popular within these circles, despite being generally incompetent and self-grandizing.

Of course, that didn't stop a particularly loud, conspiratorial, wannabe disc jockey from using his radio show as his own personal forum. His name was Bern Bridges*, a thick-bodied man with stubby limbs, who had a face with prominent jowls and face like that Grumpy Cat meme. He was a very confrontational, very proud, and very narrow-minded man, which, sadly, was a personality becoming more and more prevalent these days.

He had a radio show, in which he talked about subjects using wrong or made-up figures and facts. He had became an expert on spinning facts (or lack thereof), and many logical fallacies.

". . .These people -- for want of a more appropriate term -- are in our skies, defiling it with flame. For no discernable purpose."

He either could not see the Thread or chose not to see it.

"They were responsible for countless burns on many of the populace. And this, dear listeners --"

Yeah, all twelve of them.

"-- is not the only transgression these people have incurred upon us. They had unleashed that viral ooze upon us about a year ago now. The y did it without remorse! If you remember, it buried parts of the city. These people, who call themselves RAFians, which should be considered an affront to the Royal Air Force by definition, were also responsible for destabilizing the country of Geosha."

He paused to take a drink of his water, the dry-throated slimeball. He continued in this vein for all of the RAFian mission that had involved the city -- including the Skrull invasion, the Heinlin invasion, the ice ifrit, etc. He proceeded to blame the RAFians for it all, when their responsibility in those matters was dubious at best.

"Not to mention the fact that these vigilantes had ransacked the home of a humble public servant, Ronald Rosch," he continued, proving himself to be a horrid human being. "They ransacked it. They hadn't a search warrant or an arrest warrant for him, but just waltzed in and took his property."

Of course, the RAFians did have a warrant, and, of course, Bern chose not to mention that the "property" taken were the creatures in his private menagerie. Bern Bridges was an obvious propaganda peddler. But, sadly, while his listeners wouldn't have been much of a threat, but the narrative was not too different from the prejudiced propaganda that the airwaves were often inundated with.

And RAF's PR standings were already shaky at best.



*Yes, I know it's a bit on the nose (and because I know either GH or Saffa will call me out if I didn't mention it ;), but it conveys all thst needs to about this character, am I right?


Book 189: "Shenecron's Pets"
Chapter 4: "First Attempt"
(January 7, 2020)

RAFians Referenced Specifically: Demos.

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Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Reply #4948 on: October 28, 2015, 12:37:15 AM »
I had to laugh at loud at the footnote. I totally was going to say something if you didn't put that in there. :P

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Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Reply #4949 on: October 28, 2015, 10:13:31 AM »
 ^-^ I knew it.

New chapter.

CHAPTER NINE:
The Will of the People

Bern Bridges was only one of a persistent few that was engaging in this type of slander and character assassination. Instead of venerating the RAFian, they criticized and debased and derided and derogated them. The worst infraction, though, was that they did not have facts to back up their claims, but instead resorted to and employed gossip, false dichotomies, equivocation, circular reasoning, strawmen, tautology, arguments from ignorance (woefully prevalent), false premises, foundational bias, ad hoc reasoning, arguments from personal incredulity (seemingly a favorite tactic), slippery slope arguments, hasty generalizations, "correlation implies causation" fallacies, non sequiturs, creative math (mostly involving death counts), arguments from "authority", outright (and sometimes outrageous) lies, man-on-the-street interviews (which the interviewer asks leading questions), ad hominem arguments, quote mining, appeals to the majority, and just plain nonsense. It was a lot of tactics to use, but a smart person would be able to see through them, and realize the utter lack of substance. But the stupid or naive would be very easily swayed.

However, there was another thing to account for. Something that had gone unnoticed in the adventures and travails of the past year and beyond.

There was a sense of resentment. Resentment towards the the RAFians, who a fair few were beginning to believe were responsible for giving their city a Gotham City Syndrome. The rent was dirt cheap, sure. But was it really worth it in the long run? There was an escalated chance of them being possessed, mind controlled, transformed, or even killed in this city. The RAFians brought such dangers to city whether they literally did or simply just attracted it here. They did not think that the RAFians were adept at protect them from threats.

The lack of RAFian transparency may have also played a factor -- the city's populace didn't even know about the Pootang or Yarin's spacecraft or Aquilai's TARDIS.

But, to counterpoint this feeling, there was a side who believed that the RAFians were the only ones equipped to defend them from threats outside the police force. Outside of outright militarizing the police, which would be an outright mistake to do. There are police officers who already abuse their authority and power, and they did not need tanks and what not.

***

The Threadfall soon ended, and the RAFians returned to their forum, to prepare for the next fall. As well as divine how the Thread came to be here, because Cloak, Yarin, and Aquilai were emphatic that they were not indigenous to this star system.

There had to be a reason that thread had come this far. They decided to contact Esty to see if she could see how they were coming to Earth. Sure, Yarin could go up in his ship to look around, but he was needed to work logistics with Aquilai and Goom.

Then they became aware of the resentment of some of the citizens. They became aware of Bridges show.


Book 189: "Shenecron's Pets"
Chapter 4: "First Attempt"
(January 7, 2020)

RAFians Referenced Specifically: Demos.