hahah MoonShad0w: you spelled that backwards. oh, so I did whoops What would I do without you, snacky ? :P a lot of things would go wrong, and eventually civilization would end so I guess you would hunt mostly small game, and you would gather roots, berries, and grubs if you like to fish, it's actually a great lifestyle ultimately you would de-evolve into a bacteria it's more likely than you might think. what a horrendous possibility. Snacky After reading the chat I have decided you are to be my designated story teller. Story please! davsie: HOLY SHIT davsie: I am so glad you asked. davsie: once upon a time, there was a great civilization, and everything was very harmonious and prosperous. but it collapsed, because I wasn't there. davsie: in the aftermath, there were a few scattered survivors in the wilderness 10/10 would read again. not done! I'm on the edge of my seat, or er, bed. Whatever. continue. You modern day Bard, you. davsie: at first, few of the survivors ever encountered each other. they lived hard lives of hunting and gathering. it was a satisfying lifestyle, but a very unreliable way to get by. injury and death was routine davsie: but over the course of generations, singles became couples and couples became families and groups of families became bands of tribes. and few people lived alone. these post-civilization survivors found great value in the companionship of one another, and by cooperating with each other, they could do things like make fishing nets, take down big game, build permanent shelters from the elements, and heal one another Pause! Request please. No fairy-tale happy endings; doesn't have to be bad but still! Continue! for a time, life was actually rather nice in most parts. people knew there was more to gain by cooperating with one another and all the bands and tribes were always glad whenever they encountered another band or tribe because they could usually help each other out a lot. the mountain-tribes learned of the ores of the earth, and they became expert in extracting them and making useful tools out of them. these tools were traded to all corners of the earth and greatly reduced the daily toil the river-tribes were so expert at harvesting the water that, like, nobody ever got vitamin d deficiency, even those mountain weirdos who never go outside. the plains tribes made so many fishooks and brushes and hides from the wild animals that all people everywhere were clothed and enriched by all the tools tools l0l then one day, a tribe showed up calling themselves the sun people. they would travel all the lands meeting each tribe individually, and bargain for the goods of the other tribe but the sun tribe wasn't really bargaining - they were making a disguised inquiry as to what was available to steal. the sun tribe would then surprise the other tribe in combat and take all their goodies and leave to the next location this kept on for a while, and because of their wealth and also their practiced expertise at combat, the sun tribe had the best warriors in all the lands. Please tell me some one else is enjoying this story as much as I am. eventually, when they showed up, the opposing tribe would just offer tribute for free because they were going to lose it anyway and it was less costly than fighting wow a wall whenver the sun tribe wanted the products of a particular tribe, they would just travel there in mass and send out small groups of troops to rip off different villages inhabited by peaceful tribes one day, Gruhhumphth-Khreeeeuuuuck, PATOOIE (Gruh for short), the latest and most prominent leader of the sun tribes, had an epiphany their current strategy was to ride in and wreck everyone's shit and take all the goodies and then leave. an even better strategy would be to ride in and subdue the population and STAY, and extract regular payments from the subdued tribes he gathered all his warlords to teach them how to execute these new plans. each warlord would try to capture as much territory with as many slave-tribes as possible. and the warlord would get the privilege of ruling over his captured lands and would get to keep a portion of the tribute (forwarding the rest to Gruh) the warlords who were best at war and subduing became also the richest and most powerful. they built splendid palaces and took whatever slaves they wanted I like this Gruh fellow, hes eh nice guy and doesnt afraid of anything Gruh was so busy raping captured slaves he almost didn't have time to rule, but in between rapes, he gave a variety of edicts to his warlords to ensure that their system would last. first and foremost, that any traveling tribes with warrior capabilities similar to the sun tribe must be killed without mercy, because it is already proven that these are the only kinds of tribes that have the capability of doing what the sun tribe has already done secondly, that the subdued tribes must each be stuck with their own warlord. nothing can ever be done in the warlord's domain that he does not allow. the warlord would now control all inter-village travel and trade, and he would replace the tribes' elder councils and dispense his own justice this went on for a few generations, and by that time, almost everyone except the sun tribe had forgotten how things got this way. for all they knew, the warlords - with their great palaces and their many servants - were rightful rulers, and after all, justice came from the warlords, right? there was one very old man in one village who just barely remembered what things were like before. one time, when he was telling stories, his great grandchildren noticed, for the first time, that the old man was remembering a time that was unlike what anyone had ever seen. the old man's stories didn't make sense, so they challenged him: without the warlord to give justice, who decided disputes and stopped lawbreakers? the old man wasn't sure. he allowed that there may have never been any justice before. Story time with snackman without the warlord to tell us which things we must do and which things we must not do, how did anyone ever get anything done? the old man didn't know. he allowed that maybe a lot of people didn't do anything useful all day and people didn't know what they should be doing. the children asked, without the warlords, who would make these magnificent palaces of which we are all so proud? the old man did know the answer to this one: there never were any palaces before (the memories of the earlier civilization were now completely gone, so as far as he knew, this was accurate) and one last question, asked the children. without the warlords, who are the best warriors, what kept the tribes from constantly warring with one another, and thereby killing and enslaving a lot of people constantly (not to mention wrecking all their shit)? this one, the old man thought he knew. there were some battles, and people killed and spoils taken. but then the sun tribe came in and there were only a few final battles, then never any battle again. now, at this point, the children didn't believe the old man's story since it didn't seem to add up too well. even so, they wanted to humor him, so they patted him on the back and marvelled at how amazing it must have been to be the only man still living who got to witness the onset of peace. the end.