My kind of critter. It is well executed, well thought out, and direct. Two paws up. It is an excellent first post. Give a yahoo out for new members who check the site out for a while before they first post!
Now as I tell everyone who does a great first post.
Enjoy the glory of the moment. Bask in the cheers and backslapping.
Tommorow (or some time soon), you have to post. So hurry up and do it already. Go to Comment
While I am sure the PETA will object to the use of Blib bombs, this post was certainly fun. It hits all of the important areas (potential uses, history, ecology) without bogging down in the minutae. Go to Comment
great first submission Erfunden! I cant help but love these pink rubbery critters.
I enjoyed reading this entry. You have a talent for the "turn-of-the-phrase." Short, sweet, and chock full of detail. Go to Comment
Oh boy! Criticism!
You're right, I probably should have explicitly talked about the their intelligence. I've always thought of them as on par with common birds like doves or pigeons. They're intelligent enough to have personalities and emotions but smart enough that they can solve problems, such as a parrot or racoon can do. Their entire beings are driven by a joy that causes them to bounce and stems from bouncing. One of the few things that can break through this joy, actually forcing them to see the reality around them like we see it, is the moral blow of being responsible for another being's death. And to such a happy and innocent creature such a realization is devastating.
Now I'm supposed to edit that into my submission, yes? Go to Comment
I ment critisism in a good way, of course.
I figure with a nural net instead of a true brain, a blib might be able to get away with no true ordans other than their eyes and two large air sacks (on for bouncing and one for slowly digesting inselcts like a carnivorous plant does). That way they're simple and thin enough that they can breath through their skin like a worm (but yes, they would probably have to breath). Go to Comment
The forests, the swamps, the lands lost to wilderness, fang, and willow. These lands are home to the creatures of wiing, tooth and claw. Some far more capable of fending off the hominids, others still, are less fortunate, falling prey to spears, arrows, and dogs. As the hominids encroach upon the sacred woodlands and miry bogs there are times that the thorns and vines are animated by the spirit of the land in order to fight. In this way the mysterious guardians are formed. In the shapes of wolves, bears, and many other greater and more terrible beasts, each with eyes of glowing emerald. Fiercely defending creatures of burrow and glade.