Honestly the whole Tall-Man thing is such an elegant solution to the whole human problem in dnd. So much language like "have some humanity" gets so awkward when there's a group called humans. Having humans instead refer to all humanoids just makes so much sense in this context!

High key gonna bring this up to my dnd groups and am gonna hard code it in if/when I make my own system.

So in dungeon Meshi not all humanoids are human. But we can solve this by just extending it to humanoids for our own needs of course.

But now we have a problem: why is the term Human and why is the shape Humanoid? (Since we have left dungeon meshi canon and are making our own for dnd or other fantasy worlds of ours)

Some wizard named Hugh Maan is the one who did all the biology studies and dissections and coined the term of course.

We keep finding space stations, and we don't know why yet.

Most are in orbit around planets, but plenty more are orbiting moons, stars, the odd black hole, or just floating in deep space.

Their age varies, some are so old that just getting close enough to dock makes them shatter like glass, others are so recently constructed that the lights are still on and the reactors are still fueled. All are empty of any life or robots smarter than a roomba.

The ones orbiting planets are orbiting dead worlds, or living worlds where nothing on them is smart enough to launch a space station.

The stations in deep space are weirder. The most information came from the one by Epsilon Eridani. A massive installation, it had docking rings for hundreds of vessels, all empty. It was in remarkable shape for how old it was (from the unrepaired micrometeorite impacts, we estimate it has been abandoned for about 3000 years), so we were able to access a lot of information from its main computer. We found the coordinates of several home planets, and visited them all. All were dead, empty, or in one case, simply missing. The star was still there, the other uninhabitable planets mentioned in the databanks were there, but their homeworld? Gone. No debris or expanding gas cloud, it's just missing.

And that's the thing: if we found space stations along with abandoned ruins of ground-based installations, that'd make sense. If we met dozens of living races, amongst a few empty satellites of long dead races, that'd also be expected. But this is all the evidence we're not alone in the universe we've found.

We've sent probes to over half the stars in this galaxy and visited hundreds in crewed spacecraft, but the empty space stations are the only evidence of alien life. Every planet is either a sterile husk, a gas giant, or a vibrant living world with nothing smarter than a giraffe living on it. Oh, there's strange life forms of every kind! But none of them seem sapient, certainly not sapient enough to build a space station.

Where is everyone? We've been asking that question since we first understood the Drake Equation and the Fermi paradox, but the question has taken on a new form as we've gone to the stars and found endless empty houses in the sky.

It's the difference between looking at an empty desert and walking through an abandoned city. In both cases, there's a silent emptiness, but in the latter case, it seems to contain a sinister element. This place is empty, but it shouldn't be. Something made it empty, and we haven't found out why yet.

We keep looking, and keep listening to the echoes of our own footsteps in the silent habitats.

This has of course led to many speculations of the cause.

Should we be wary of some existential horror out there? That will cause us to face the same fate? Should this be interpreted as a warning?

Others hypothesise that these have slipped in from parallel universes through some multiverse cataclysmic event that fractured the multiverse. To be fair, none of them have any concrete proof and are largely considered quacks.

But what's undeniable is that something is "off" with the huge question "why?" looming over us.

We thought we'd finally have some answers. There were signs of life on this space station! So we docked and boarded.

Well, there was life, barely. A mostly starved 4 legged creature. Quite obviously not who built the station even before we noticed the lack of intelligence, as it did not have the necessary dexterity in its limbs to do this type of delicate construction.

From the data on the stations computers it seems to be a companion creature to someone who once lived there. Since the information was all text and on top of that took a while to translate, we have no idea how to pronounce the name.

We unanimously decided that this survivor in pain could not be left back at the station, and brought it on board. We called it Zed, as that's the closest some markings on a collar on the creature was to a letter recognisable letter in our language.

Zed has somehow been able to digest our food and regained some strength and has seemingly grown quite fond of us.

We wish Zed could speak and explain what happened to their owner. We wonder if they miss them, or if they're even able to comprehend what "them being gone" is.

We sometimes catch Zed staring out the windows into the depths of space. We imagine Zed longing for whomever left them behind.

We want to help Zed find them again, but that is most likely impossible.

One thing is for sure. For this creature to have been able to survive until we found them, this instance happened very recently, at most a few weeks but most likely only days.

Whatever it is that's going on, it is still happening, somehow. How can we find this station that's only been abandoned for a few weeks at most, but still no sign of whoever built it, or operated it until just now?

Maybe Zed knows, but they cannot speak.

We’re All Weird Here

“Bones are body horror,” the tentacle alien told me. “Not that I would volunteer such information, mind you, but you did ask.”

“I did,” I agreed, lifting another crate. “That’s really funny, honestly. What about them is disturbing?”

Mur twisted his blue-black tentacles in a way that looked anxious. “Just the idea of something rigid, inside your flesh,” he said with a wiggly shudder. “No matter how you move, it won’t move with you. Like your own body is fighting back.” He wrapped his tentacles around a crate. “I’ve had nightmares about stiffness like that.”

“Wow,” I said as I set my crate on top of the others. “I’m sorry to hear that? All I can tell you is that bones aren’t an enemy to us; they’re something dependable and strong that hold us up and make everything possible.”

Mur shoved his crate into place. “I suppose you’d need a positive relationship with your own disturbing parts,” he said with a twitch of his hind tentacles that was probably the equivalent of shaking his head. Since a Strongarm’s pointy squid-head was the majority of their body, they didn’t seem to go in for human-style nods.

“Well sure, same as you,” I said, checking the hovercart for more crates. “You know most humans find tentacles creepy, right?”

“I have heard,” he said with a smug little smile.

No nods, but yes smiles. With a mouth in the right place, even. I was privately glad that he had a mouth on the front of his head, instead of hidden among his tentacles like an Earth cephalopod. I was debating whether to tell him that when a crewmate of an entirely different body type walked in on clicking feet.

I pointed at him. “What about exoskeletons?” I asked Mur.

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the Federation itself as a concept is so funny because the founding members are

like imagine you're the Romulan Empire and these weird monkeys who've barely figured out interstellar travel show up on your doorstep in the equivalent of a shipping container with missiles strapped to it, kick your ass in front of everybody, and then start a friendship club with 3 of your neighbours who all hated each others' guts until like a year ago. now I understand why every Romulan on the show is so angry

Shark ...weak?

Human: This is a shark. It is an apex predator with rows of replaceable razor-sharp teeth and it has existed since before trees, nearly unchanged. For most of human history our medical technology was not good enough for us to survive being bitten, especailly since sharks can and will eat almost anything. They're also incredibly fast swimmers and prefer to attack from below where you cannot see them coming. Luckily they live in the oceans and we live on land so there's only really danger if we go into their territory.

Alien: A place to avoid for certain.

Human: If you decide to go diving with sharks, it's strongly advised that you wear a specialised chainmail bite-proof suit over your diving suit and remain in a large metal bite cage so that they cannot get their powerful jaws around you. However, if you find yourself in the water with a shark and you do not have these protections - for example if you went surfing in shark territory with nothing but a foam surfboard that makes you look like a seal from below and a thin fabric to cover your privates, a stern little boop to the snoot will usually make them surrender.

Alien: ...what.

Human: Always remember, sharks are more scared of you than you are of them!

Humans are 1000x more sensitive to the smell of petrichor (that smell you get with rain) than sharks are to blood, to no apparent evolutionary advantage. You’re privileged to be a part of the first welcoming committee to meet our new Non-Human arrivals in person. They smell like petrichor.

Slight correction; humans are 200,000 times more sensitive to the smell of petrichor than sharks are to blood.

The alien species would be witness to every single human head turning as one to stare at them.

Then, they would witness the duality of man.

Humans have finally managed to land on Mars, only to find a locked safe buried in the Martian soil. The key is apparently on Earth, but no one knows where.

The galactic council watched on to see how humanity would handle the task, much as they had with several species before. What the test was supposed to show was whether or not a species of violent nature could ever be brought to work together. They finally picked something up, another ship already headed to Mars? Was it possible humans were that clever to have found the key, maybe it was more specialists and equipment to analyze the locked crate to ensure it was safe to open. A few minutes after landing, they got another broadcast from the red planet.

“This is the LockPickingLawyer and today I’ve got something quite special, this locked alien chest. First of all I have to thank everyone who recommended me for the job, I’m honored that you all thought of me. Now let’s get to work”

The council representatives were confused as they started analyzing the translation, before even getting through the name he spoke something haunting

“Normally I don’t say things like this but this lock is quite unique, however with no security pins it will still be quite quick.”

“There we go, a click on 3… “

All the species of the galactic council sat dumbfounded, they spent many galactic cycles refining and perfecting their study and in all their time not a singular race had tried this method. Click after click, even in such an intricate lock the human had only spent around five minutes tampering with it.

“There we go, now while I can’t open this as part of my video I can say that I at least have a clue what the key should look like in case it ever gets locked again. I admire the design choices and the fact that at least it was harder to get open than anything Master Lock has made”

"Isn't it weird that [thing humans commonly eat] is poisonous to literally every domesticated animal" I mean, there's a pretty good chance that [thing humans commonly eat] is at least mildly poisonous to humans, too. One of our quirks as a species is that we think our food is bland if it doesn't have enough poison in it.

Humans have a really weird mix of mundane superpowers.

We're not fast and don't have a lot of natural weaponry but we're bizarrely tolerant to a broad range of toxins to the point that one toxin is considered a morning necessity for some to perform at work. Gotta love us.

Humans and their strange culture 9

It was a day, more busy than usual but nothing extraordinary. She concentrated on the preparation for the cyclical checkup of the crew and the ship. She had to tell the new humans what to do, this task could be very nerve wrecking due to the range of languages the human species is speaking. But luckily she’s got her universal translator which got nearly any language of the known technical developed species.

Although she could well remember the beginning of the translator after the first contact with the humans was established. It was pure chaos. On most planets of the galaxy only one or very few languages are spoken as due to the technical development a universal language was often agreed on. 

But not the humans although they had already a world spanning system of economy, politics and communication they still had more than 200 languages spoken by a majority of their species but these were only the bigger ones as there officially where more than 2000 languages spoken across their small world. At first, we made contact with only a few of their so called “countries” which were small independent territories of which nearly every single one, spoke a different language. At first, we did not notice, only when we exchanged and tried to put the data together we realized there was something odd not only did the languages not compute and work with each other but also the writing systems varied on a level we had never before encountered it on a planet before. It took us a few years and a lot of patience, and we finally had a bit of an idea of the human system of speech and writing. At least we thought so until we got hit with dialects and  slang. When we finally had it brought to a stage where it was nearing a nearing completion, we had already given up on having every language programmed in it. And when it finally was finished and ready to be sold and distributed, humans bought more of the devices than nearly all of the other species combined. 

But this seemed appropriate as they mentioned have so many languages and it gave them the opportunity to cooperate on completely different level. 

But there still were a lot of malfunctions especially when the humans joked or when they used a special form of speaking called “sarcasm”. It confused the heck out of a lot of species and then there were not only undertones you had to recognize but also the humans’ origin and their body language.

(Hopefully you like my new entry and I am so sorry I don’t post regularly)

Humans Are Weird

Z’argk was one of the first beings to meet Earthings, humans as they preferred to call themselves.

His first encounter was not pleasant, being alongside Captain An’aki had made the experience bearable but it was still not pleasant. He still had nightmares that highlighted when Gorg had been sent into a comatose state of shock from the electrical currents of ‘Officer Stevens’.

This was why when his new crew insisted on hiring an Earthling Z’argk was sceptical at best. Fearful.

But upon meeting Human-Steph he soon felt his fears null and void. Human-Steph was quiet, so quiet. The crew was rather disappointed with their appointed human as they had read the Human Manuel front to back and Human-Steph didn’t seem to fit with the understanding of humans the other crew members had made.

However, being a fellow technician, Human-Steph has had to be paired with Z’argk and he had been ok with that…

Until the captain had insisted he read the Human Manual and suddenly Z’argk’s fear was very real.

‘Human’s pack bond with things, often giving names to innanimate objects (see section 36 section c, ‘stabby the Roomba) and small creatures. Humans also pack bond to other beings.’

He had seen this first hand with Human-Steph’s “Chelsea” ‘going strong’ (the top left engine which had blown up once and they had wanted to replace only for it to miraculously become fixed). He had also seen it when a Chronotex had squeezed into the ship through a vent and was now kept in Human-Steph’s sleeping quarters.

How many times had he tried to force her to get rid of the damn thing, or to replace ‘chelsea’? How many times had he asked her why she thought keeping such dangerous things so close was ever a good idea? His stomachs knitted together uncomfortably as he read the next line: “do not try to remove things a human has packbonded to. They can become violent and territorial at worst, or very angry and petty at best. Sometimes becoming uselessly emotional until the object of their affection is returned.”

They had replaced Chelsea a week ago.

Z’argk was panicking, pacing through his room in a very Steph-like fashion as he tried to think how to fix this. How had he not known? He should have known. She had even leaked when he told her the news. He had to make this up to her.

Determined, Z’argk began frantically racing out of his chambers to try and appease to Human-Steph’s mercy when a large rod hit him across the abdomen. He scaled across the ground from the hit, his ectosceleton cracking painfully as he slammed into a wall.

He looked up weakly to find a foreign Human aboard the vessel, smirking down at him. The expression was not one Z’argk own species had and he had only seen it used by Human-Steph when he had said fixing the cooking unit would be impossible and then she had done it. It still perplexed him what the expression meant but he was more dwelling on the fear coursing through his blood.

“You have been boarded,” a voice informed over the speakers, “stay in your quarters and do not fight. We are a group of HUMAN pirates and I suggest you stay inside because you know what we can do.”

Z’argk curled in on himself.

Suddenly a door to the right of them opened, and Human-Steph stepped out. Wrench held out with both hands, shaking.

The other human smiles brightly, “you guys have a girl??? No one said you guys had a girl!”

“Stay away from her,” Z’argk wheezed, his voice wavering under the high-stress situation.

The Human turned back, and with a cold steely look slammed the metal rod into Z’argk’s side, sending the Crusean sliding across the hall and into the wall behind Steph.

Steph screeched in alarm, a noise that Z’argk had made himself once, as she watched go. The crunch of his body against the wall had drilled her completely with horror.

She stared at him, his broken form, and then her mouth closed, her eyes narrowed and she turned to Z’argk’s assaillant. Z’argk watched as her back straightened and stilled and then she pounced, for lack of better term.

She tackled the man to the ground, hiring him repeatedly across the head, with her legs holding his arms in place as she straddled his chest. Soon enough the man laid bloodied, and Z’argk suspected dead.

She turned, dropping the bloodied wrench and racing over to Z’argk, her eyes leaking streams of ‘tears’.

“Why would you do that?” Z’argk wheezed, “that was very dangerous.”

Through her watery expression, a steel determination and anger crossed her face, “he hurt you. And stole my ship.”

I wasn’t going to keep doing this, but one comment asked for more SOO!!!

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Z’argk followed his human companion slowly, trying to make the least amount of sound as possible but his shell has cracked and his legs crinkled loudly anyway.

They reached the medical bay soon enough, Steph opened it and checked inside. The medical professional, Calchak, an agrarian (a race of creatures similar in build to the earth creature Squid) was hiding behind a bench.

Steph glared at him, “help Z’argk. He is injured.”

“Where are you going?” Z’argk asked.

Steph smiled, “I’m going to get Chelsea back.”

Z’argk was stunned, while Calchak was vibrating with excitement.

“Human-Steph!!” He exclaimed, “You have pack bonded with something? Is it an inanimate opbject? A small animal?”

Steph frowned, “pack what now?”

Z’argk spoke up, cutting off Calchak quickly from explaining the human manual and possibly offending Steph when in such a dangerous situation, “what is Chelsea?”

“The ship, of course!” Steph exclaimed, “my girlfriend’s name is Chelsea and I miss her, so I thought i’d name the ship after her. To try and keep from being homesick.”

Homesick… Z’argk didn’t know what that could possibly mean. He knew that sick was illness, but to be sick of home? That has different connotations, Z’argk was certain.

“That is when you are emotionally saddened from being away from a familiar place, or where you were raised, correct?” Calchak asked, but it didn’t feel like much of a question to Z’argk.

“I-I guess so??? At any rate, I’ve gotta go. See you in an hour!” Then she was gone.

The door was left open so Z’argk could hear the sickening cracks and bangs and screams echoing through the metal halls of the ship. True to her word, 3600 seconds later, give it take, she returned. Her garments, once grey, were soaked red. Her blond hair in a similar state.

“The pirates have been defeated, the survivors have been restrained and we are now waiting for this galaxy’s authorities to arrive. You may leave your quarters, but please try to avoid any… corpses.”

Z’argk stares at his comrade in shock for a long moment, before his voice finally found him, “you killed your own species? For us?”

“Of course,” Steph replied, “they’re bad. Bad people, and maybe I’ll need therapy for the rest of my life, it was worth it. I couldn’t just… sit back and watch them kill my friends.”

Calchak was weeping. Which is not a great idea because his race’s tears are acidic.

Okay, so like how when sheep/kids baaa at you and you baaa back and they all baaa again?? How would aliens react is if a human on their mission started making the creatures noise back at them until they all doing it.

Well…

The mission was fairly simple in Grutona’s mind: follow the tracks of certain creatures and use environmental clues to discern aspects of the creature’s lifestyle and needs. The group had been following the large, octagonal shaped prints of a swutonaton for the past several standard hours, and up to this point, they still hadn’t actually encountered the beast.

Good. Grutona was not keen on being eaten alive today, which would surely be the result of disturbing the beast. Protocol on the mission was to leave should contact be breached with any species that was not fully documented.

However, there was one member of the team that made Grutona worry. Maria seemed to take things like Protocol as more of a… guideline. Already today Maria had disregarded rules about eating wild tree fruit claiming “they have these on my planet, don’t worry!” Grutona did worry. Especially when Maria added: “Besides, they’re delicious.” Grutona knew what type of treefruit Maria was eating, and xhe was skeptical of the claim. These deadly fruits humans called “lemons” were HIGHLY acidic and sour. On xer home world, a fruit like that would be used by deadly criminals as a poison.

Needless to say, having a human on the crew had been an eye-opening, mind-boggling experience. Grutona was learning more about universal cultures on this mission than ever before, that was for certain.

It was a few more minutes of walking along the path, Grutona taking note of the way the plant life was smashed down to the side of the path of the tracks as if the swutonaton had stopped for a time and rested.

“Ah, so it appears swutonaton are a restful breed, and likely a predator species as evident by their choice location being one leaving them so vulnerable.” Kerip, another member of the team, said this clinically, xis eyes dilating further as his species was wont to do in order to get a magnified look at things. As he was examining he spoke to his partner, Bepin who recorded xis observations on a datapad.

There was a noise further down the trail, strangely like a yawn. Grutona looked over cautiously. Maria was gone. Grutona frowned and made toward the sound hoping it was just Maria doing some sort of human thing xhe was unfamiliar with and not the beast hiding in the plant life beyond planning an attack on the mission crew.

But when had luck ever been on Grutona’s side?

As xhe rounded the bend in the trail xhe was met with the horrifying sight. Xhe would have screamed if it were a characteristic of xer race. Instead, xhe stood there in shock.

Maria stood in front of the creature they were tracking all right. The only thing was, the team was entirely wrong about what they thought they were following here. They had assumed the animal was very large, at least nine or ten times the actual size of the creatures in front of them now. And creatures they were. There were at least fifteen of these creatures and they were all piled atop one another, drooling heavily, spiked tails and trunks laying anywhere. 

“I’d definitely call this a dog-pile.” Maria chuckled, completely unconcerned at the reality that basically everything they had assumed about these creatures was wrong. Maria turned to look at Grutona, eyes gleaming in mischief. “Guess we were wrong about the elephant-sized animal with forty pig-sized feet, huh?” Grutona said nothing, still reeling. They needed to leave, Protocol demanded it, and they needed to go soon before more of the creatures woke up as one was doing now.

“Hey, look! They’re starting to wake up! They’re so cute!” Maria took another step closer to them, making cooing noises as Grutona watched in horror as more of the swutonatons started to rouse. Footsteps behind xer alerted xer to the rest of the team arriving to the scene finally. 

There was a moment of stunned silence before an exasperated sound came from Bepin and Kerip started mumbling in astonishments about all the things they had wrongly ascertained. 

“We should leave,” a voice of reason finally called from the back of the group: Teriwald, the ranked officer from the ship who had been tasked with “protecting the scientists” on the expedition.

Grutona found xer voice again, finally. “You’re–”

There was a sudden, loud sound from the pile of creatures “Meeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrm.”

“Okay, that was the greatest thing I’ve ever heard,” Maria was watching the herd of swutonaton with complete adoration in her gaze. Grutona had been warned to be wary of humans when they assumed a look like this one. There was no telling what kind of things they might do next. 

Whatever Grutona had expected, it was not what Maria did next. Maybe xhe thought she would have started running in circles around the group or walk over and touch one, but xhe certainly did not predict that  Maria would raise her arms in imitation of a swutonaton trunk and repeat the noise back at them in perfect imitation. “Meeeeeeeerrrrrm!”

“What are you doing, we need to go!” Teriwald reminded in an increasingly demanding tone. 

“Calm down, Waldo, we’re fi–” Maria was cut off by several cries of the swutonaton calling back at her.

“Meeeeeerrrm!” 

“Oh, this is too good!” More of the swutonaton had stirred now, and they were climbing off of each other and standing in a herd before Maria who laughed and made the noise again. 

“Meeeerrrm!”

“MEEEEEEEEERRRRRM!!!” The entire herd of seventeen (Grutona had counted in xer moments of horror earlier) swutonaton were now calling back at Maria’s prompting. 

Nobody on the team said anything as they all watched in rapt attention Maria and the herd of swutonaton yell at each other for the next ten standard minutes. 

Humans, Grutona concluded, still half horrified, are weird.

broke: supernatural creatures comparing humans to worms, ants or any other insect creatures in a hateful tone

woke: supernatural creatures in awe of the shit humans do/put up with given their limited abilities

“wh. what do you mean your limbs dont regenerate. so if you lose one, you just gotta…deal with it?”

“yeah?”

bespoke: humans making up stupid limitations just to fuck with the supernatural beings

Steve, an absolute trashbag who loves to fuck with ppl in general: “Yeah so we as humans aren’t able to injest water during a full moon because of how potent the lunar pull on it is.”

Yveseriel, a Seraphim with 12 eyes and 7 pairs of wings:

The girls are exeeerrrcising

don't hide your tags bestie this is so cute

Humans are Weird- Free Diving

When I was a kid, was taught the rule of 3, which is meant to be a general survivalist guide rule of thumb for necessities in extreme circumstances. If you haven’t heard it the rule of three is as follows:

The point being that without these things at this frequency that’s probably about when you’d die without them, so prioritize them in the reverse order.

And this is fairly consistent with most medical information I could find, these guidelines are a little under the ‘official’ times. Without oxygen is four to six minutes before brain damage, which that’s fair to be conservative for potentially life saving information.

Then, I learned about free diving.

You know how we have a Frenchman who invented a self contained underwater breathing apparatus (SCUBA) because he wanted to keep looking at the fish down in the ocean. Yeah so free diving is that… without SCUBA gear.

Free divers just hold their breath, and dive, down to 20 to 40 feet under water, which by the way means that they are under two atmospheres of pressure (2 atm is 33 feet for those keeping score) and then hang out and surface. Like it didn’t take a Frenchman obsessed with fish to come up with a pressurized air tank apparatus for normal people to do it.

The normal average human can hold their breath between 30 to 90 seconds.

That’s normal, and then most people after three to four minutes will have passed out and start to have their brain cells begin being damaged from lack of oxygen.

Do you know how long average free divers can hold their breath? Upwards of 10 minutes. That is a TEN TIMES longer breath hold than the ‘average’ human, with NO adverse effects!

The record breath hold is almost 25 minutes. 25 MINUTES.

That discrepancy is entirely unreasonable!

That’s like saying, oh yeah, the average human can move 100 pounds (~45 Kg) with serious effort, which is like the size of a large dog, but some of them can lift 1000 pounds, which is like a fully grown moose. Keeping with this analogy for the record breath hold if it was a weight  would be the equivalent of someone saying they could lift an Elephant!

Then, and then, I looked further into it because surely these people have to have some kind of genetic quirk that allows them to be able to hold their breath PAST the, ‘yeah you’re probably dead zone’ three times over.

But no… not really. There are some exceptions of people that have larger or more effecient spleens that let them stay down closer to twenty to twenty five minutes, but mostly, it’s just getting the body used to having high C02 and low 02 levels over an extended period of time. The average person can probably reach about 5 minute breath holds within a month of training, and have no adverse effects from this. Remember that the ‘average human’ could only hold their breath for 30 to 90 seconds. Remember that rule of three? Remember that four minutes was ‘hey the human might get brain damage’ you know their most important and vital organ that their evolution invested so heavily in that it literally changed the way they breath as a species? Yeah. We’re just going to break that right down by just choosing to not listen to it. And within a month, BAM literally defying death, because some people just felt like it and figured out how to do it with training instead of equipment.

Because people wanted to go into a place that is VERY MUCH NOT MEANT FOR AIR BREATHING HUMANS to either look at stuff in the NOT FOR HUMANS zone, or to eat said stuff in the again HUMANS LITERALLY SHOULDN’T BE ABLE TO BE ALIVE HERE FOR MORE THAN A COUPLE OF MINUTES ZONE.

Humans are insane, and utterly terrifying.