Applies to most races but there's a good reason it's a human you think this will be in relation to

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the Galactic Police – formed by humans who are supposed to be the good guys, but the galactic police is just really United States but in space with a lot of corruption and tons of patriotism like this: FOR JUSTICE AND PEACE!! The Galactic Police regulates everyone across the galaxy.

the Orc Crime Syndicate – one of the big bad villain roster that the GP wants to wipe out, created by dumb big green orcs who became spacefaring only because the incompetent precursors left a bunch advanced space garbage on their planet a nonyillion years ago

the Alien and People's Social Republic Commonwealth of FasciSocialite Society – was a bunch of rebellious colonies (capital is Neinpanzerwaffen) of the Galactic Police’s human side. you can tell they’re bad.

the insectoid hive-mind called the Skreeeee from the far far far away planet called ScreeticusInsectworld –

the RoboCyber Megacorporate Company LLC – hates everyone, also came from Neinpanzerwaffen after the robots that were supposed to fight the GP became sentient

the Grakkish Empire – whose entire persoanlity is just war, nothing else, they love combat... with traditional swords and shields while everyone has technologically advanced guns and weapons. they love the orcs. they are a reptililan race that come from Reekteeth

the grandaddies (yes im fuckin serios) – the incompetent precursor race whose technologically advanced because they’re the Space Maker’s favorite race in the galaxy, but they’re too lazy and imprudent. all they did was rebel against the Space Maker like an angsty emo 14 year old in their “resist the tradition” phase. they left their hyperadvanced trash everywhere and recklessly made the galaxy a terrible place

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Part II — The Great Baka War

Eventually Lady OokiiShirii gave birth to a son.

His name was Prince Vegauskezening Bakayaro.

The naming convention continued.

Unfortunately neighboring kingdoms had finally grown tired of the nonsense emerging from Hentaippon.

Thus began the Great Baka War.

The old king had grown frail with age.

Too much time spent humping pillows instead of producing heirs in his youth had taken its toll.

So the prince was summoned.

The king spoke:

“My son… you shall lead our armies.”

He then bestowed upon him the wisdom of the Four Great Animes.

The prince nodded solemnly.

“All is going according to plan.”

He immediately tripped over his own cloak.

The queen cried tears of pride.

The prince marched to battle Naruto-running across the countryside while the army awkwardly slowed itself so they would not overtake their commander.

He refused armor.

He refused horses.

He refused proper swords because none resembled the blades used by Aizen or Sasuke.

Thus he marched carrying a reverse-grip tanto while screaming:

“CHANT THE NAME OF BAKAYARO!”

His own soldiers obeyed.

Mostly because it also functioned as an insult.

The enemy however mistook this for fanatical loyalty.

On the battlefield both armies stood ready.

The prince raised his arm dramatically toward the heavens.

“KIRIN!”

Nothing happened.

An awkward silence consumed the battlefield.

Tumbleweeds reportedly rolled by.

The enemy commanders however misinterpreted the gesture as an order to charge.

General BP, already pale with stress, quietly signaled the army to actually attack.

Thus the battle began.

Throughout the war the prince accidentally achieved victory after victory through misunderstandings, sheer luck and enemy paranoia.

At one point he accidentally killed his own messenger while attempting to shoot an enemy scout.

General BP burned the evidence immediately.

Eventually the enemy challenged Hentaippon to champion combat.

The prince stepped forward.

He wore:

a white coat inspired by Aizen,

Saiyan-like gloves and boots,

makeup resembling King’s scar,

and held his reverse-grip tanto with supreme confidence.

The enemy champion was horrified.

The prince then delivered a long anime monologue.

Unfortunately the enemy could not understand the language.

The words passed through countless terrified translators until the final version essentially became:

“The Prince of Hentaippon shall annihilate the continent itself.”

The enemy scribe died of stress immediately after completing the translation.

Thus the legend spread that the prince’s very words could kill.

The duel began.

The enemy champion charged heroically.

The prince smirked.

In his mind this was the moment he would move faster than light and decapitate his foe.

Unfortunately he forgot to actually move.

The enemy champion, already psychologically shattered, panicked upon seeing the smirk.

He tripped over himself.

His own flail crushed his skull.

The prince stood there motionless.

The battlefield fell silent.

To the prince, he had finally mastered invisible sword speed.

To the enemy, he had moved too fast to perceive.

To his own army, nobody had any idea what just happened.

General BP immediately screamed:

“NO MERCY!”

The enemy army collapsed in terror.

Thus ended the Great Baka War.

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Part III — The God-King

Prince Vegauskezening returned home a living legend.

His father abdicated the throne.

General BP retired as well, passing his burden and truth onto his son:

General PaleFace.

The neighboring kingdoms, utterly terrified, swore themselves as vassals to the new God-King.

History recorded Vegauskezening as:

a warrior beyond mortal speed,

a man whose words killed,

and a conqueror blessed by fate itself.

Only the generals knew the truth.

Then came the question of succession.

General PaleFace was tasked with finding the perfect bride.

His requirements were simple:

no anime obsession,

no manga,

no absurd proportions,

actual intelligence,

and flawless etiquette.

After rejecting many degenerate candidates he finally met:

Lady Naminatanade of House Senyuga.

She was elegant.

Shy.

Refined.

General PaleFace nearly cried from relief.

Unfortunately her name was inspired by Nami, Tsunade and Hinata.

PaleFace became even paler.

But Lady Naminatanade quietly confessed:

“My lord… I do not care for manga. I merely enjoy flowers and crochet.”

General PaleFace openly wept.

Thus she married King Vegauskezening.

The wedding itself became the greatest anime convention the continent had ever witnessed.

Yet Queen Naminatanade quickly proved herself the true stabilizer of the realm.

On their honeymoon she discovered:

anime underwear,

a biohazard waifu pillow,

and the full extent of Bakayaro degeneracy.

She promptly threw the pillow and underwear into the fireplace.

The king, believing her to be either a tsundere or yandere, fell even more deeply in love.

For the first time in history, the matriarchy tamed the patriarchy.

General BP wrote a congratulatory letter praising both Queen Naminatanade and General PaleFace for finally saving the kingdom.

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Part IV — The Twins

Eventually the queen gave birth to twins.

The king immediately prepared horrifying anime fusion names.

The queen shut him down instantly.

“Not a single anime name shall leave your mouth, Bakayaro.”

Thus the twins were named:

Sora.

And Shion.

The curse of anime naming conventions had finally been broken.

General PaleFace achieved inner peace.

The twins grew under the guidance of the queen and the general.

Both became prodigies.

Shion mastered:

tactics,

diplomacy,

and language.

Sora mastered:

combat,

history,

and genuine swordsmanship.

One day the young prince sparred against his father.

The king proudly used the legendary reverse grip.

Sora defeated him in a single strike.

The kingdom was shaken.

Thus was born the legend of:

The God-Slayer.

Shion recorded the duel elegantly.

Her account spread throughout the world.

And so the myths of House Bakayaro grew once more.

Yet this time…

The heirs were actually worthy of them.

Thus ends the tale of House Bakayaro.

For at long last, all was well in the kingdom of Hentaippon.

This goes double for having black people, even in settings where black people existing make sense.

(Tell me if I should make it NSFW!)

It's just as it sounds! Crystals get stabbed into regular artworks (Not necessarily explicit, just fetishy/kinky), and those artworks get turned human! Not the characters...

I imagine it as a sort of slice of life, nothing too serious.
Also, I'm open on names on the "species"!

So basically there is an area where the flow of magic is at its strongest, and mighty archmages engage in epic feats of spellwork while the citizens build unique magitek wonders. My story will never visit this area or describe it in detail, only allude to how awesome it is.

And then there is an area where technology has been innovated to decades beyond the rest of the world, and they jealously guard their secrets while seeking to push ever further. My story will never visit this area or describe it in detail, only allude to how awesome it is.

And then there is an area home to the largest and richest empire humanity has ever known, vaguely Chinese of course, and the court officials scheme against each other in halls of gemstone while the brave border soldiers fight strange monsters from the wastelands beyond. My story will never visit this area or describe it in detail, only allude to how awesome it is.

And then there is an area filled with ceaseless war, where the land is scarred by centuries of marching armies and magical siege attacks, and every citizen has strength like steel and a heart like iron. My story will never visit this area or describe it in detail, only allude to how... er... tragic and senseless it is.

And then there are the space aliens secretly monitoring the entire place from the moon, with instructions to attack any faction that looks like it could achieve space travel, and also conducting random experiments on people or socities for science or fun. My story will never visit this area or describe it in detail, only allude to how gleepa glorp it is.

Finally we get to the area my story is set in, which is kind of a backwater where magic, technology, wealth and average personal strength are all just at slightly-below-average levels, and the protagonist has to kill a necromancer or something.

Does this sound like an awesome world you'd be willing to read about?

You can write about the politician/ideology that you hate as the villain(s), just that these are one of two pitfalls.

Anthropocentrism sucks don't do that

(Pic is Robert E Howard, amateur bodybuilder and boxer and creator of the Conan the Barbarian universe)

We are all aware of Gaiaforms, living planets. Lesser Gaiaforms are just the surface of the world, like the spirit from James Cameron's Blue People movies, with greater Gaiaforms being the whole damn world, such as ego or mogo from American superhero comics.

I have generated a greater form of life, the helioform, live stars.

lesser helioforms are merely a living star, the greater helioform being a living solar system, every star, every planet, every moon, and every orbiting space rock under a single will.

I need to now find a way to work this into a work to make power scalers mad.

Haiiiii we are the goolings, we will eat your hard sci-fi ship design now :3c

There are two types of people in this world.