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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/sjanevardsson on 2025-04-20 16:50:04+00:00.

“I haven’t, but it’s on my bucket list.”

• “Wot’s a bucket list?”

“You ogres have no culture at all, do you?”

• “You wot? We gots a lots of culture.”

“Like what?”

• “Like da Log Drum Festival.”

“What’s that?”

• “You don’t know wot a log drum is?”

“Of course, I know what a log drum is. A hollow log you beat with a stick.”

• “Right. Dat.”

“The festival, what is it?”

• “Oh. We builds a bonfire, beat on da log drums, dance around, and den go kill somefing to frow in the fire for eats.”

“One festival hardly makes a culture.”

• “Dere’s also da Skin Drum Festival.”

“The same thing, only with skin drums?”

• “No. Totally different.”

“Really? Is there a bonfire?”

• “Yeah.”

“And you beat on the

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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/sjanevardsson on 2025-04-13 21:36:55+00:00.

Kaidra pulled on the new over-tunic he’d grown from the soft, strong fibers of civilian-grade cloth bacterium. Growing clothes was one of the skills every man picked up during military service, along with cooking, housekeeping, gardening, and killing.

The deep blue stripes on the sleeves and around the neckline accented his pale skin, making the blue undertones more pronounced. It reflected in his eyes, making the light grey appear blue. His tar-black hair was tied back in a professional bun exposing his tall ear points. He’d cut it all off once but got tired of being labeled as “womanish.”

There were worse research assignments, Kaidra was certain, but he couldn’t figure out what they would be. Why did he

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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/sjanevardsson on 2025-04-05 23:20:52+00:00.

Nonum Incarcera — Ninth Prison — also known as Nonum Infernum, Ninth Hell, The Pit, The Devil’s Asshole, and more frightening names, kept its secrets and prisoners bound up tight. The only sentence served at the Ninth was life. The prison sat in a volcanic valley, sealed by magic, auto-blasters, and the heavily guarded borders of the no-man’s-land where it was located between Dwarven, Elven, and Orcish nations.

Its founding during the Neoclassical boom of the early 18

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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/sjanevardsson on 2025-03-30 15:37:21+00:00.

The haze blocking out the morning sky was the color of infectious decay. The weak sun, faint behind the fetid smog was an omen — of what, Zeke couldn’t tell.

Mask secure and seals checked, Ezekiel “Zeke” Rankin, self-appointed scout, let himself out through the airlock to the cool, damp morning air. The silent alien city extended endlessly. What used to be a thriving ecumenopolis had been turned into a graveyard. Continent sized chunks of the city had been flattened, while others stood with no visible damage beyond the poisoned sky.

The mission, including Zeke’s family, had set up in a hospital in one of those “undamaged” sections. His mother came to help any survivors and care for the other volunteers, h

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The original was posted on /r/homeassistant by /u/TS_reg on 2025-03-27 17:32:20+00:00.

Since it's a hot topic today - this new ChatGPT feature will change the Picture Elements Card game!

in the pictures you can see the potential use for window state (closed/open) or oven state (off/running).

It will for sure reuire a bit more than a half-sentenced prompt and quite some time slicing the pictures into pieces to have all the possible combinations of states, but we can now make the dashboards (almost) fully visual with ease and in any style you might think of.

Window closed / oven off

[Window open / oven off](https://preview.redd

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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/sjanevardsson on 2025-03-15 23:02:31+00:00.

Adrian poured the clear liquid over the ice in the shallow glass, watching it turn white in swirls and eddies. He turned off the lights and carried the glowing glass to the mirror. Rather than the mysterious, cool image he was hoping for, the sickly blue glow left him looking pallid and cadaverous.

With the overhead lights back on and the black light off, the liquid had the appearance of skim milk over ice. Adrian checked his appearance in the mirror. Even dressed as he was in his best, he knew he wouldn’t fit in. The word ‘poor’ might as well have been tattooed across his forehead in bold letters.

The party was less than twenty-four hours away. He wondered if he should skip it. It wasn’t like they’d pic

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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/sjanevardsson on 2025-03-08 22:14:14+00:00.

The bed I lay on was comfortable enough, but not plush. The walls were a pale blue with no windows. An IV ran into my arm, and a tangle of cables connected me to a device that quietly monitored my vitals. There was a white corridor outside the open door. The closed door on the wall opposite my head had a toilet sign. Hospital.

I sat up, putting my feet on the floor. I felt weak. At first, I wasn’t sure I was feeling it, but a faint thrum carried through the floor — deck, my mind corrected. Hospital ship.

I’d no sooner deduced that than a nurse — or what I assumed was a nurse — walked in. She was short, no more than 150 centimeters, covered in a fine, taupe fur with delicate limbs and graceful

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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/Darren_Park on 2025-03-02 16:51:20+00:00.

Based on the following prompt

I looked dumbfounded at my blade. I could hear what the wizard was saying but the words didn’t quite make sense to me.

“But I was told it was magic.”

“And who told you that, child?”

“… the guy selling it.”

“And how much did you buy it for?”

Fifty silver pieces.

“Twenty silver pieces.”

The look the wizard gave me said that he didn’t believe me.

“Look, I was told it was a sword forged in flames!”

“As opposed to what, one forged in water? That’s not magic. That’s just metallurgy.”

“But I killed the Rogue Noble with it.”

“By slashing his head off,” Eric said. Not very helpful. “You could do that w

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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/sjanevardsson on 2025-03-01 21:23:44+00:00.

Justin Smoot was known by his neighbors as the hippie who paints and has an overgrown plot full of weeds. The people of Bidford-on-Avon knew him as an eccentric that used a loophole in environmental laws to have his front and rear gardens declared wild habitat. The art scene in Warwickshire knew him as a painter of weirdness, best classified as abstract surrealism. The fact that there was an undeniable magic to his art, despite his being untrained as either an artist or a wizard, made them slightly more interesting to collectors than they would have been otherwise.

There were a select few who knew him by another name, one which they would only share with their most trusted friends or allies. It wa

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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/sjanevardsson on 2025-02-22 21:54:06+00:00.

They’d been found in a parallel universe of sorts. While working towards wormhole generation, scientists had accidentally punched a hole into a universe that was almost indistinguishable from ours.

The creatures they found traversing the stars there were unimaginable horrors. Smaller ships, but far more numerous, crewed by behemoth abominations.

The science ship had been seen, and one of the ships of the Other followed it through from their universe. Had it not been for the Navy standing by, no one knows what kind of hell they could’ve unleashed on us.

As it was, that one small ship took out nine vessels of our fleet before it was disabled and opened to vacuum. Crewed by only three of the giants, it

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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/sjanevardsson on 2025-02-09 00:26:18+00:00.

The room is unfamiliar. I don’t know how I got here. Perhaps, if I was hung over, I’d have a clue, but I feel like I’ve had a good night’s sleep for the first time in recent memory.

I try to remember waking up and moving to where I stand, but there’s nothing. If I’d slept on the small sofa or in one of the armchairs that made up the totality of the room’s furnishings, I would be stiff and sore, not the case.

The thought tickles something in my mind — the case. What case?

I examine the room. Aside from the sparse furnishings, the room has nothing interesting to offer. The walls are covered in pictures of books on bookcases. The sort of thing that could be used as a backdrop for a play or movi

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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/sjanevardsson on 2025-02-02 14:32:31+00:00.

The more technologically advanced a shelter, the more disconnected it was from nature. In the case of Travers Station, that was a necessity. Outside the station, nature was nothing other than lethal to all the inhabitants of the station.

The sapient creatures that inhabited the station came from multiple stars. All of them had their own evolutionary history that drove them to innovate. They all had their own social evolution that drove that innovation to push them out among the stars. Still, none of them had evolved in an environment like the one outside the station.

Nature outside the station was the vacuum of space, bathed in the intense ultraviolet radiation of the O4 class star it was here to study. T

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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/sjanevardsson on 2025-01-26 00:38:36+00:00.

The ornate porcelain teapot was out of place on the scratched metallic countertop. Strong, scarred hands the color of worn khaki filled the center strainer of the pot with leaves from an airtight metal canister. Those same hands lifted the electric kettle and poured the boiling water over the strainer in the teapot before putting the lid on and setting it on the cheap, plastic table. “There’s something calming in the ritual of it, I find.”

“Which ritual? The hunt, the capture or…the kill?” The woman that sat at the table was slight of build, with charcoal-black skin including her lips and tongue, striking violet eyes that angled up at the outsides, and ears topped by long points that stuck out of her shock-w

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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/sjanevardsson on 2025-01-11 23:17:15+00:00.

“I remember….” The grizzled veteran rubbed the white fur along her muzzle, tracing the path of a scar with a clawed hand missing two digits. “I was a young lieutenant then; thought I knew everything.”

“Grenan, don’t start getting maudlin now.” Next to the warrior covered in white and grey fur sat another bipedal tetrapod. The similarities ended there, however.

Grenan stood over two meters with clawed hands that better served slashing than grasping, a muzzle that extended the size of both her mouth and nose, large, low-set ears that hung above sloped shoulders, and large, gold-rimmed eyes that were almost entirely pupil. The woman next to her, though, was one-and-a-half meters tall, brown eyes surrou

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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/sjanevardsson on 2024-12-29 00:39:27+00:00.

The woman who piloted the ship was in her mid-thirties, close to two meters tall, with broad, strong features, jet hair, deep brown eyes, and warm, golden-brown skin. Despite being human, the ship she piloted was of a sort no other human had ever seen. Sleek, with no visible seams or joins, no hint of door or portal, it tore its way across light years through an artificial wormhole.

The woman who watched the customers coming and going from the cafe was fifty-four, 149 centimeters tall, with soft features in a pale, ivory face. Salt and pepper curls were carefully styled above pale, blue eyes. The plate in front of her sat half-finished, while she nursed her coffee. “It’s bullshit, you know,” she said.

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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/sjanevardsson on 2024-12-25 20:31:29+00:00.

In the time before the devouring horde, humanity, thinking themselves alone, stretched out among the stars. They made barren worlds habitable, and in generations turned them into paradises. There was no part of the galaxy they considered off-limits.

When the first unmistakable, non-human, artificial signal caught their attention, humanity celebrated. They were no longer alone. While humans were still trying to work out how to respond, They showed up.

Hundreds of thousands of ships, joined together into a traveling city the size of a moon, materialized in a system where humans populated three planets and eight moons. Instead of attempts to communicate, the city broke apart into its constit

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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/sjanevardsson on 2024-12-15 00:36:01+00:00.

A great deal can be learned about a person by who they surround themselves with. The crowds at their parties show what kind of person they aspire to be. Their funeral crowd shows what kind of person they were.

When a gathering of the latter sort turns into the former, well, that’s just good wake planning. Of course, it helped that the deceased was well-loved by the sort of people who could subsume their grief long enough to celebrate the life they’d shared. The intoxicants probably helped, too. Probably more than anything else, if judged solely by the rate at which they were consumed at the wake.

It was into this intoxicated haze of laughter and tears, mirth and grief, and longing and

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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/sjanevardsson on 2024-12-07 19:29:41+00:00.

“They sent a juvie. A freshly molted breeder.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. He even introduced himself as a male.”

“Hmm. He might be a breeder, but maybe they have male drones. Have you thought of that?”

“Well, no. I guess they could. But still….”

“What?”

“I mean, well, he’s all squishy. His carapace hasn’t hardened, and he molts it and grows a new one every day, sometimes twice or three times in a day.”

“Clothes. You’re talking about clothes. Did you even read the information packet?”

“I read it! I mean, sort of. … I skimmed through it … this morning.”

“Look here, in the packet, it says they put on clothes, coverings of cloth. It even says not to be alarmed if their covering

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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/sjanevardsson on 2024-11-30 22:34:14+00:00.

The katakat law officer, like others of her kind, stood just over four feet tall, fine-boned and slender. Covered as they were in green and yellow feathers with a red beak and large eyes set to either side of their head, humans tended to call them ‘parakeets’, ‘keets’ for short.

Unlike their nickname sakes, however, katakats had arms ending in hands with disturbingly long fingers. The officer’s fingers at that moment twirled a set of dull grey cuffs. While she puffed up her chest to appear in control of the situation, those fingers trembled and the feathers on her neck stood out in alarm.

She was to arrest a human. One of those dangerous apes from a remote arm of the galaxy. This was the day she dre

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The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/sjanevardsson on 2024-11-17 01:32:30+00:00.

Saying that the war was going poorly would be a massive understatement. If one were to say that the war was a horrifying shit-show, they would be closer to the mark, but still underselling it. We were losing, simple as that.

My entire shake, except me, were killed as soon as our dropship made landfall and opened to deploy. Three branches of eighteen warriors each gone in an instant. I was still in shock, covered in the purple slick of my fellows’ blood and bits of destroyed armor when they came into the dropship and captured me.

They were efficient in their movements, disarming and securing me before I could gather myself enough to fight back. Beneath the shock, shame began to build. This wasn’t my first bat