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Challenge #02468-F278: Tougher Than Tough

"What's wrong I heard screaming!?"

"Oh, hey can you help me get my hand out of here?"

"I was practicing with Australian Bull-oak and made a hole."

"What were yo- by the stars you're bleeding!"

"I know that so help me!"

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Allocasuarina_luehmannii -- Anon Guest

[AN: Changed the spelling of Buloke so people could read the prompt a smidge easier]

Humans with a fascination for martial arts -especially fictional martial arts- are more insane than what passes for normal amongst Humans. Some part of them wants to believe that the things they see on the screen can be real, and that they can do what it took several actors, a team of scriptwriters, stunt-men, and special-effects people to make look real enough to be believable.

Things like stabbing one's hands into containers of sand, beads, or lentils makes a certain amount of sense. Doing so causes microfractures that, thanks to Deathworlder healing abilities, make the hand bones stronger through natural re-enforcement. Theoretically, tapping wood with the fingertips or other parts of the hands is the same principal, but with less danger to low-gravity environments. This was, as evidence decreed, the logic behind Human Pel's little board.

The little board that had a series of instructions written on it... and one unfortunate knothole that was not resistant to persistent, percussive pressure. Now, raw, dry buloke wood was splintered in Human Pel's flesh with no immediately foreseeable way of withdrawing flesh from wood without further damage. After the initial scream, Human Pel was remarkably calm about the entire predicament.

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Once more around around again

It's Monday, and I have the usual shenanigans going on. Only this time, I have to schedule a trip to the post office because Capt S. Forgot some important things at our place and it's easier to mail them down.

Watch my forgetful ass mess this up in so very many ways.

I shouldn't forget the money run. If I hang around after getting the cashola, I should - underline should - be able to do the mail thing.

...except the Aussie

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Challenge #02467-F277: Human Jae's Video Log

Up next, the top 10 questions you'll get from your intergalactic crewmates. -- Anon Guest

Hey, out there, infonets! It's your friendly wandering Human Jae! Living large on the Edge of the Galactic Alliance, yeeeaaaahhhh... Have no fear, I am mostly harmless, I swear. That thing with the Vorax scout troop was a fluke I have yet to explain. Promise.

So I've been doing the round robin thing, escorting the. Absolute. Cutest. Havenworlders on their scientific excursions, and oh my God I

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Fun times ahoy

My brain is back to being like a sieve. Even more so than normal. Well, what passes for normal when I'm actually on Ashwagandha.

Bad news: I gotta wait a week before my order is ready. Y'all know this.

Good news: Beloved apparently has a stock of Ashwagandha at work. Enough to see me through until the eventual delivery day if there are no further complications.

Bad news: Beloved is not back to work until Tuesday because they were working on Saturday.

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Challenge #02466-F276: One Game Round

"I won't let you harm this child!"

"It's not even your kin, why would you protect him?"

"His mom will whoop my ass if I don't." -- Anon Guest

Of all the occupations in Human history, childcare has to be among one of the least respected. It is expected to be easy. It is not. Especially when the child being cared for is not one's own. Especially when that child has a fae-wrought destiny.

For those unfamiliar with the Fae, they are

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Shenanigans!

So. I ordered my Ashwagandha, but... the place I ordered it from is out of stock.

I have to wait a WEEK to brain properly again. At minimum.

On the plus side, a parcel from the states arrived and I'm busily attempting to figure out all of the assorted nonsense within. The cat toys have been distributed to my little fluffy friends. Everything else is a matter of my int rolls at the time.

Not looking good on that count for next

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Challenge #02465-F275: The Folly of (Rich) Man

with a wave of his finger and flick of his wrist, he cracked his neck and grinned like a bitch -- Anon Guest

[AN: Ugh, the prompts that make me think about my new D&D character who didn't exist when this was submitted... Not doing that noise. Keep it professional...]

There's two ways to go when the forces of fate conspire to brand you for the sins of your father. One, of course, is to sink even deeper into sin,

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I can handle this (I think)

I did order myself ten months' worth of Ashwagandha, at a hefty knock to my wallet. I'm... "fine". Sort of.

I can cope. I can deal. I can make it.

But...

It's gonna be tight for a little while. I can squeak by. I'm avoiding cash purchases this week, but that's me punishing myself for making a purchase that is more than my weekly budget.

...I should probably stop hurting myself like that.

This is another scar from growing up poor and

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Challenge #02464-F274: No Ordinary Fool

Master Chef in SPAAACCEE!!! -- Anon Guest

Chefs tend to treat certain groups of people differently. Professionals who mess up are far more likely to get the chewing out of a lifetime than a small child or a student who is just beginning to learn. The most famous of them who held this philosophy has managed to spread it memetically through most of Human space. Now, every Human chef follows the same philosophy.

Now, because of the Train Wreck Phenomenon, cogniscents all

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Success?

I woke up in the wee smol again, so I used that chance to finish up Episode Fourteen of Inter-Mission. Yay.

Which means that I can begin working on editing episode fifteen the next time I wake up in the wee smol. Yay.

Today, Mayhem is complaining about a sore throat whilst also having a wider neck than normal. Checked against other symptoms, it is probably not Mumps. Ye gods, that lad can catch anything.

On the agenda today is little more

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Challenge #02463-F273: Night of the Living PJ's

“I fucked up my internal clock and having insomnia always triggering midnight hunger.”

“Midnight hunger?”

“A zombie like state that make me crave food.”

“What's a zombie?”

“You’ll see tonight.” -- Anon Guest

Humans have weird terms for everything. Spacers, even more so. It's as if being locked inside a limited space with only audio channels available for communication triggers its own unique permutations on language. Either that, Grux speculated, or they were just Like That from the beginning.

"Just a

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Nibbling to Death

I got another quarter of Inter-Mission done and managed to record five more stories for the next one. Yay.

All because I went to sleep long about 5PM and was out of it until 3AM.

Little kitties were wont to make pest of themselves, too. I stood firm and didn't feed them until it was five. I had to lock them out of the room because they were wont to trample my keyboards and get in my way and all that nonsense.

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Challenge #02462-F272: A Not-So-Little List

Rael's introduction to cream pie, please. -- Anon Guest

[AN: You can find something similar in my very first anthology under the title of Time Out From That Good Fight (It should be in the late one hundreds, but if not, here's the link to the version on Steemit.]

Was there any bigger portent of impending doom than Shayde singing a certain song from The Mikado? Rael had unfortunately found out that the answer was 'yes'. It was Shayde singing a certain

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Here we go

back on my bullshit

It's school time again and Mayhem is entering his last term. Hopefully he's still looking for part-time work to help fill the family coffers.

It's not his fault that the job market is so scarce. Late stage capitalism sucks major balls. Content creation for pennies on the hour might be all that he has, poor dear.

It's a Cleaning Day, and a Patreon Day, and I'm trying to do all my other nonsense... so yeah. Busy 'Nutter.

I'm

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Challenge #02461-F271: Works Every Time

So, based on your story about visiting aliens having to hover their hands over something to check if it was hot, imagine if one alien (or maybe even human) uses it as a pick-up line. Like, they hover a hand over someone's wrist or hand and they just say "hot." I think it would be cute! -- Anon Guest

Love is many things, but it was never logical, reasoned, or well thought. In literary terms, love is that idiot who dives into

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