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And once again the day is saved...or is it?

GRATS MEATSHIP!
You saved the day! Yes you! The Worlds have been put back right and all is well with the universe! You're the big damn hero!
...except you're the only one who remembers any of it happening.
Did it really happen? Have you gone insane? Will people believe you?
And after your experiences will they noticed how much you've changed?
More importantly when the world was put back, was it put back correctly?
Step 1: Post with a short description of your characters world now that it's been brought back/reborn/ect as well as your character interacting with it. Maybe they just woke up in their own bed for the first time, maybe they've been back for a couple weeks and are still adjusting? Also how long were you gone from your world? Seconds? Days? Years?
Step B: RANDOMLY, someone from the meatship appears in your world instead of their own. What a crazy freak accident!!! Well they may be stuck there, hope you can help them adjust.
Step C3 : Maybe things aren't exactly how you remember? Maybe things just seem a little...unsettling
Step ?: ???
Step$: Cake
Note: Back in step B the "Someone" can also be more then a couple someone's if you're that organized.
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She usually went on missions only for publicity purposes, or because her pantry needed restocking.
"I," she hesitated. "If we're to survive, we have to expand. The Empire is only getting bigger. Any century now, the Living People could decide to change their policies and expand off of Fle, and when they happens they'll be infinitely harder to stop. I - thought of some things on Stacy. I need to test them. But if they work, maybe the Empire can be brought down without dragging down too many worlds with it."
"Shooter! I can shoot!" the marble says delightedly; the spheres around Howard's wrist promptly leap into the air, go zipping around the room fast enough to crack the sound barrier, and then return to land against his skin as lightly as feathers.
Congratulations, Howard. You now have the equivalent of a gun that has bullets that can be used multiple times. And can go around corners. And can think.
God help anyone who pisses you off.
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He nods. He's going to have a lot to learn about this world and the politics of it, but he's not especially invested in who wins as long as he survives. Like always.
He raises his eyebrows. "Well, I hope you don't have to. I'm not big on shooting people. And uh, don't shoot me."
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She was cynically certain that before anyone knew it, Howard would have not only found a niche, but fortified it.
"I won't shoot unless you ask," Shooter promised. He was a very adaptable AI, and it was so interesting for him to meet someone from a whole new dimension, and he knew all the mistakes that Horanckk had made with Anwei and he wasn't going to make any of them with Howard. This was going to be fun!
Something that looked like a cross between a fetal pig and a caterpillar was lumbering across the cafeteria towards them, a datapad in one puffy hoof hand. It came to a halt behind Anwei and wheezed, "Special privileges are very nice, but could you please file at least one of the forms before materializing a new recruit out of thin air?"
"No advance warning, Selm," Anwei answered cheerily. "I'll get everything set up. Trust me."
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"Thanks, Maw." He means it. Even if Stacy rips him out of this reality, at least he'll be set here.
He gives a tentative wave and wan smile at Anwei's coworker. For all he knows, that's a hugely offensive gesture in fetal piggapillar culture. But he's always been good at adapting, and this should be no exception.
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"I don't like to see talent wasted."
The mercenaries were used to working with Anwei 'Zipperface' Ayles among a hundred other species; Howard's gestures were not going to alarm them. Selm snorted again, and handed Anwei the datapad; she took it and extended it towards Howard. "Here. Standard new-hire contract."
"Ooh, I can translate! I can! See?" Shooter leaped onto the datapad and rolled once around the screen, and the text on it jumped from spiky alien letters to standard English.
1) I, _____, agree to follow the prime law of the Vizsnunishne while training in the new hire program. I understand that I may be subject to other laws as I advance in the program. If I leave the program, I am entitled to food, water, air, and transport to the nearest planet compatible to my species.
2) The prime law of the Vizsnunishne is: Don't be a dumbass.
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