Well, not the worst birthday I've had but it wasn't extremely far off from it. Tried to do a few things for myself and they blew up in my face as per usual.

Is there like a point where you regress in birthdays

@gareth its whatever. just sorry to people. hope youre doing well

im sorry i havent been posting much. things have been getting worse and worse and ive been just giving up more and more. i dont have energy to do much of anything anymore. nevermind this or anything else. hope everyones doing well. sorry.

@5ciFiGirl @Still_Nimmy if i could i would

appreciate you <3 thanks siorry

#StarTrek
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6WynDtpQk6s

I got inspired by a writing prompt and decided to write a short story. Then I decided to record it. I got bored. Enjoy?

The original writing prompt: "You see human, we use highly advanced anti matter reactors to generate staggering amounts of heat to create steam to-" the human engineer has a hysterical meltdown."

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Alarms suddenly flash, plunging the room into a deep red glow. The two security officers bolt up, the remnants of their conversation instantly evaporating from memory.

“ALL AVAILABLE OFFICERS. REPORT TO ENGINEERING.”

The two exchange confused looks before grabbing their sidearm and heading out the door. The pulsating red glow of the alarms is constant and seems to keep pace with each footstep. All three tapping in a quick unison. The gleam of the hallways is definitely muted during any alert stance. Hard to tell the majesty of organic glass or a perfectly mopped floor when the lighting is brought down to about 25%. Ghymm hissed to himself that he’d have to file another complaint and get it increased to 28% at the very least. “I will fucking flashbang you, I swear to whatever a Christ is.” Evidently Bhawwb had heard. Suddenly those evaporated memories came back from earlier.

“If you mention the lighting levels again…”

“BUT THEY’RE AWFUL!”

“We’re on a spaceship. Tense things happen. Low lighting is useful. Shut up about the low lighting.”

“BUT IT LOOKS BAD.”

“AND IT MAKES FUNCTIONAL SENSE, SHUT UP GHYMM.”

“And just how does me being unable to see shit make sense? Especially when then you can’t see all the fucking chore work I did.”

“Mostly it just makes sense to me. You wouldn’t get it. And maybe you wouldn’t have to do so much bitchwork if you didn’t bother the Captain with your incessant whining about how the ‘mood lighting’ harshes your ‘vibe’?”

“… First of all, rude. Second, makes sense to you how?”

“Well that way you won’t see my boot coming when I shove it up your cloac-”

With memories caught up to the present, the screaming of the alarm in reality signaled it was indeed time to snap back to it before gravity went whoops. Both officers continued down the hall before a set of large opaque doors slid open. Silently. None of this namby-pamby human shit of specifically having the doors make noises that are as quiet as possible. Fungorian doors are the best doors in the quadrant, they’d have you know. Doors that are so good they’re able to contain the unholy and inhuman screeching of a, well, human that has been beset upon by the gods of engineering and the damned. That is, until said set of Fungorian doors decides to open for two security officers that are bickering about a brightness value.

“Ohm-munching, capacitor-crapping, resistor-licking, diode-diddling, quantum-queefing GARBAGE!”

Ghymm and Bhawwb both stick their heads in through the open doorway just as an item that looks suspiciously like a monkey wrench sails an inch in front of their face. They pull their heads back into the hallway.

"I’ve spent years, YEARS, getting electrocuted by pissy little stupid volts and soldering my dumb human fingers together to figure out something better, and you’re out here still running the same fucking tea kettle just with extra steps?!

For the next 10 seconds they both stand, frozen, staring into the open doorway. Either one of two things was happening. Option one was that a set of various tools that once belonged to a human had become possesed with the soul of said humans. Hauntings were supposedly a thing. Just recently they had both seen a documentary film about a man being trapped in a large rich persons abode with many such dwellers that dare not move on. Such a common thing was it on Earth that all humans who were watching just seemed to laugh. Clearly a defense mechanism. Then again, option two was that a very angry human was just throwing shit around. Hoping (mostly) for the second, the two officers stepped in.

In the corner were two people. One Human, one Fungorian. Both wearing an engineering uniform. The human was kneeling with some archaic implement in his hand his head bumping against the ceiling, gesturing wildly with it while standing over the Fungorian, cowering on the floor, taking shelter against a wall. A wall that Bhawwb just knew Ghymm was thinking looked awful in this lighting. He was. It does.

“I… I don’t know what you mean!”

“YOU’RE JUST BOILING FUCKING WATER.”

“Yes!”

“WHY?”

“I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN!”

“WHY DON’T YOU HAVE SOMETHING BETTER! WHERE IS THE ELEMENT ZERO. WHERE IS ELEMENT 710. WHERE IS A FUCKING TARDIS CORE OR SOMETHING. WHY DOES IT ALWAYS HAVE TO BE FUCKING WATER!”

The two officers look at each other, unsure of how to proceed in taking down the human that was, after all, several times larger than they were. Bhawbb nodded to Ghymm in a very particular way. The type of way one might nod when they’re saying "Take out your sidearm, set it to stun, and HIT HIM. Ghymm nodded back in a less particular way, one usually just used for all varieties of “Yep.”

"JOULE-SNIFFING, WATT-WHORE TURBINE FUCKERY! GODDAMN STEAM-FARTING, VALVE-TWISTING, PISS-HEATED PIECE OF SHIT!

The human raised his implement once more towards the machinery, ready to do God knows what. As it turns out, God didn’t know what and was in-fact watching with extreme fascination. Ghymm, less fascinated and more terrorized, took out his sidearm and pointed it to the skyscraper sized human. He fumbled with the buttons, applying the seemingly correct stun setting and then pulled the trigger. The human instantly vaporized in a puff of smoke, leaving his gargantuan tool floating in the air for a moment before falling down and squishing the no-longer-threatened-but-maybe-a-little-threatened-afterall Fungorian engineer. A long pause hovers in the air, filled only by the alarm backing track of the room.

“What the fuck GHYMM?! I SAID SET IT TO STUN!”

“I hit the wrong button! I mean… maybe I wouldn’t have if we were up to at least 28% brightness…”

#Writing #ShortStory #WritingPrompt #HumansAreSpaceOrcs #Steam #Turbines #Engineering #Boredom

@5ciFiGirl @Still_Nimmy Honestly I pirate most everything but definitely gonna take a look. I need something else to fill my Severance void

@waystation typical. Called out for shitty behavior that actively goes against everything you claim to stand for so you run off.

Fuck you dude. Fuck you and your shitty narcissistic behavior. I'm a worthless piece of human garbage but at least I'm aware of the fact that my life has no value and don't go around hurting other people, you miserable prick

@waystation zero self reflection. You just did the exact same thing again. You didn't apologize for your behavior, you just dismissed my concerns again and acted as if your own opinion or experience is universal truth.

You are not a good person.

@waystation Unfair and invalid comparison, and one that really bothers me because it dismisses any issues the other person has.

Just because you are capable of dealing with your problems does not mean I am capable of dealing with mine. Just because you are capable of dealing with my issues, does not give me strength.

It just feels like a single step away from "Toughen up."

@waystation bro, everything I do fails. Everything I attempt explodes. I cannot provide for myself. Even when I apply for welfare im left waiting for months.

No.

It's me that's worthless.

I am fucking worthless and I don't know why any of you put up with me.

I can't say these numbers aren't stressing me the hell out.

EI is still stating currently under review. Say they should have it done by the ~15th but who knows. My power bill is already over $200, another one is due on the 16th. Internet basically the same. I'm at 17% of the goal currently. Any repost or donation helps. Sorry. #MutualAid #Help #Assistance

RE: https://bsky.app/profile/did:plc:qf7xou5px6k4ynrvbm7tzfo2/post/3lf6mup2hrk2y

@AlsoPaisleyCat

1) Thank you <3

2) Coach Gowron is actually active over on Bsky. I interact with him, or the Press Office does anyway, occasionally.

How much is a 12 pack of Dr Pepper Zero where you are? Because this feels excessive.

@jenny753 Yeah I've got no explanation for this. I'm on an island in the middle of the ocean and as far as I know, we don't make Dr Pepper Zero here. A bunch of other stuff, but not that. How the hell is it cheaper when we have to get it shipped in?

A Klingon baby sent to New Kansas admist Praxis' destruction has developed superpowers. Starfleet scientists confirm Praxonite fragments cause power fluctuations, however local officials have requested calm and fewer capes. ~LtCmdr. GG #PraxisProblems #Superman #TwoDickKent #TrekScience #LLAP #SPO

Starfleet extends our congratulations to Dr. Bashir and Tailor Garak. A reminder to all: love is not a malfunction, but if you’re experiencing uncontrolled whining, please report to Sickbay for immediate treatment. ~Cmdr. BF #BashirAndGarak #Garashir #GetWokedOrWarpHome #GrowUp #StarTrek #LLAP #SPO

@WnknBlnkn_n_Nod @cmconseils It's equal mixture of boo, applause and "Goddammit why did I laugh"