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Here is a demon. The demon is in his swimming pool.
He doesn't swim naked, so he takes the summon anyway.
demon cam vs the clam planet
from_scratch
The computer finally figures out that that one alien is always wailing, "Doomed! We're doomed!"
"Shut up [several profane intensifiers], [further profanity]!" says the one who always tells that one alien to shut up.
"I - I don't know," says the spokesalien. "Please don't kill me."
"Shut up [several profane intensifiers], [further profanity]!" says the one who always tells that one alien to shut up.
"I - I don't know," says the spokesalien. "Please don't kill me."
from_scratch
"I don't want to kill you. I don't like killing people. But..." The aliens just call themselves "people", fucking typical. "...wingless people killed a lot of filth creatures - filth creatures," he adds, "are 'humans', and the humans don't want to die. If the humans don't want to die, and they can't stop being filth creatures, they have to kill the wingless people. Wingless people should stop trying to kill humans."
"I'm not a purity-keeper! I'm a communications equipment repair technician!" says the spokesalien. "I don't have anything to do with whether anyone tries to kill anyone!"
from_scratch
"Maybe you should repair some communications equipment and find me someone to talk to who does."
"All the communications equipment here is working, but if you communicate directly with an evacuation ship, the purity-keepers will destroy it to prevent the spread of your filth!"
"They're purity-keepers and you're a filth creature. They won't talk to you. If you talk to them, they will kill everyone present and then themselves."
from_scratch
"So then all the wingless people left will be..." He gestures at this small terrified group. "You? Who don't want to try to kill anyone?"
"My [untranslated noun] evacuated already! You'll get them all killed!" says a hiding alien.
"Doomed! Doooomed!"
"Shut up!"
"I don't want the evacuated people of this planet to die," says the spokesalien. "Most of them never killed any filth creatures either."
"Doomed! Doooomed!"
"Shut up!"
"I don't want the evacuated people of this planet to die," says the spokesalien. "Most of them never killed any filth creatures either."
"Even if you kill everyone from this planet, the purity-keepers of the other inhabited planets will know. Will you go to all the planets and have the purity-keepers kill everyone until only a handful of befouled cowards are left?"
"Doomed!"
"Shut up!"
"Doomed! Doooooooomed!"
"Shut up [profane intensifier]!"
"Doomed!"
"Shut up!"
"Doomed! Doooooooomed!"
"Shut up [profane intensifier]!"
"Why do you want to [untranslated] them, then? Aren't all the other kinds of filth creature just as foul to you as you are to us?"
"But..."
The spokesalien seems to have trouble processing this.
Meanwhile, behind the spokesalien, a scuffle breaks out between the doom-wailer and the doom-wailer-shutter-upper. It continues for a few seconds and then ends in an alien shoving past the spokesalien and barreling out onto the street, yelling about doom.
The spokesalien seems to have trouble processing this.
Meanwhile, behind the spokesalien, a scuffle breaks out between the doom-wailer and the doom-wailer-shutter-upper. It continues for a few seconds and then ends in an alien shoving past the spokesalien and barreling out onto the street, yelling about doom.
from_scratch
Eh. Cam lets it go. It wasn't contributing anything to the conversation.
"Humans don't think you're filthy, or that I'm filthy. I don't think you're filthy, or that humans are filthy. This is a you problem."
"Humans don't think you're filthy, or that I'm filthy. I don't think you're filthy, or that humans are filthy. This is a you problem."
The doom-wailer flees. The spokesalien stutters perplexedly. "But... but..."
And then, from behind Cam: fwm
And then, from behind Cam: fwm
When Cam wakes up:
It is slightly more than twenty minutes later.
All identifiable technological objects on his person have been smashed, and someone has piled miscellaneous heavy trash on top of him, but someone has also put a pillow under his head.
All of the aliens who were cowering here have run away.
His comm relay network is down.
from_scratch
Damn it.
He wriggles out from under the trash, accompanied by blasts of hot air to push it out of the way, and makes for the portal to go get a string of relays in place and find whoever wrecked them.