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Let's play Intelligent Design!
Guess what? You're God. No, really. Or maybe you're just A god of creation. Or Vishnu. Or Samuel Jackson. Q. Anubis? Whatever, reality is at your whim.
Change something with the world. The galaxy. Life. The universe. Anything. In any given time period, past to future, anywhere. Then make up the causality effect of your decision in two to five moves. If you like someone else's idea, build off of theirs. Remember that you control existence, and you are making this cause and effect up. Alter a fundamental law of physics, a behavior of a culture, the trajectory of a planet-killer meteor, your nextdoor neighbor's dog's tendency to hump couch armrests. Then say a couple lines about the effect. This is your chance to really frack with nature's design. Existence is your french tickler; it exists to give you pleasure. Best points to the most creative visionary deities. And no, you don't need to pass this on. This is a result of my idle ponderings of what would happen if everyone in the world up and disappeared for no reason.
Here, I'll start: I snap my fingers. From deep space, a signal is detected on all Earth-based transmissions and takes the sound of ghastly, unearthly moaning voices, the sort you would hear in a den of torment or that you heard in 'Princess Mononoke' after what happened to the Forest Spirit. Every sattelite, cell phone, radio, iPod and car stereo on the planet suddenly gets this low unintelligible wailing in the background of their signals, and there is no explanation for it. It can be filtered out, but it always comes back, as surely as sunlight in the morning.
* Society immediately stumbles. News stations across the globe carry speculations about what the sound is. Religious groups execute their preordained End-Times scenarios. Researchers, convinced of contact with an extraterrestrial presence, bolster their attention towards the Heavens, yet are swiftly drowned out by the rising tide of bureaucratic paranoia, unable to deal with comprehending this phenomenon.
* Governments grow increasingly militaristic and begin investigating one another for possible covert hostile movements as people, frightened of something they don't understand, huddle in their homes for fear of some alien invasion or a rip in the Earth spilling hordes of the damned at any moment. Societies collapse into survivalist barbarism and petty hoarding. Mass suicides ensue.
* Power grids fail due to the stuttered progress of the status-quo. Stocks collapse and the domino effect of a downward-spiraling global trade economy ripples across the planet, freezing trade. Soon military strikes from more unbalanced countries begin, and global fractures of social ties ensues.
Your turn.
Guess what? You're God. No, really. Or maybe you're just A god of creation. Or Vishnu. Or Samuel Jackson. Q. Anubis? Whatever, reality is at your whim.
Change something with the world. The galaxy. Life. The universe. Anything. In any given time period, past to future, anywhere. Then make up the causality effect of your decision in two to five moves. If you like someone else's idea, build off of theirs. Remember that you control existence, and you are making this cause and effect up. Alter a fundamental law of physics, a behavior of a culture, the trajectory of a planet-killer meteor, your nextdoor neighbor's dog's tendency to hump couch armrests. Then say a couple lines about the effect. This is your chance to really frack with nature's design. Existence is your french tickler; it exists to give you pleasure. Best points to the most creative visionary deities. And no, you don't need to pass this on. This is a result of my idle ponderings of what would happen if everyone in the world up and disappeared for no reason.
Here, I'll start: I snap my fingers. From deep space, a signal is detected on all Earth-based transmissions and takes the sound of ghastly, unearthly moaning voices, the sort you would hear in a den of torment or that you heard in 'Princess Mononoke' after what happened to the Forest Spirit. Every sattelite, cell phone, radio, iPod and car stereo on the planet suddenly gets this low unintelligible wailing in the background of their signals, and there is no explanation for it. It can be filtered out, but it always comes back, as surely as sunlight in the morning.
* Society immediately stumbles. News stations across the globe carry speculations about what the sound is. Religious groups execute their preordained End-Times scenarios. Researchers, convinced of contact with an extraterrestrial presence, bolster their attention towards the Heavens, yet are swiftly drowned out by the rising tide of bureaucratic paranoia, unable to deal with comprehending this phenomenon.
* Governments grow increasingly militaristic and begin investigating one another for possible covert hostile movements as people, frightened of something they don't understand, huddle in their homes for fear of some alien invasion or a rip in the Earth spilling hordes of the damned at any moment. Societies collapse into survivalist barbarism and petty hoarding. Mass suicides ensue.
* Power grids fail due to the stuttered progress of the status-quo. Stocks collapse and the domino effect of a downward-spiraling global trade economy ripples across the planet, freezing trade. Soon military strikes from more unbalanced countries begin, and global fractures of social ties ensues.
Your turn.