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Hopefully they find and shoot the perpetrators.

(...I thought Trump didn't believe in evolution, so why's he calling them "animals"? :-p)

Otherwise, Hello, Alleb.

If everything is based contracts, does that mean that you have to sign an agreement with every single person you meet that you won't murder them and take all their stuff? And if you don't have a contract with them, is it totally okay in your world to murder them and take all their stuff?

Legit question; you talk about morality, but then you focus on utilities and business, saying nothing about what happens when someone actually harms another person, which is usually the heart of any conversation about morals. This confuses me very much. Methinks you are maybe confusing ethics and morals?

Also, what about children? What's their ability to give informed consent to any kind of contract? Are their parents allowed to discipline them, or what? Do they have to sign a contract saying they agree to feed, clothe, and otherwise nurture that child, or they're allowed to beat them, starve them, and otherwise abuse/neglect them all they want? Is anyone allowed to tell them that's wrong and they should stop it? Do they have any recourse at all if the parent says "make me" and pulls a gun or something?

If someone, say, signs a contract with their local coal mine saying it's okay to put their child to work down a dark hole all day, that's perfectly acceptable?

Can we, like, ask everyone to sign a contract with the planet promising not to pollute it to the point that we can't live on it anymore?

~Neshomeh

I'm not used to discussing this stuff through text, hence why it's taken so long to respond.

So, to your first point, it's not entirely accurate to say an anarcho-capitalist society is one without consequence. There are a few ideas I've come across but the one I think would work best would be a system of contracts. Everything you do is built on contracts: Water, power, heating, internet, food, business transactions, etc. So, if you do something immoral, say, fraud, you'd most likely be breaking a contract. Include a clause in the standard contract that stipulates maliciously violating the terms of a contract allows other parties to break their contracts with the offender, and/or some form of compensation agreement, and there you go, consequence.

Of course that system has problems (a profound lack of data being a glaring one), but so does every system, at least this one is voluntary.

To your second point, yes, not every action government takes is violent, but all are built on the first initiation of force that is collecting taxes and enforcing law. There's never any agreement to be bound by US law, there's no option to say no. If you're born here then as long as you have an income the government will hound you for a piece of it, and as long as you live here they will fine or imprison you if you violate its decrees. The threat of consequence you never agreed to is always there. That's not something I can accept as moral.

Hope that was helpful to you. As I mentioned, really not used to discussing this stuff over text, so I apologize if I'm not being clear. Thanks for the questions, though. It's interesting to see what people think of this stuff.

"Don't leave us," hissed one of the Roses.

"We've only just begun to play with you," added the youngest.

"We want you to keep us company here forever," said a third.

"Sisters, we must first make sure they cannot walk away from us," said the eldest. She pointed her wand at the Aviator and yelled, "EXPELLIARMUS!"

On the crucifix, the tiny figure that had to be Elanor cried out, proving she was still alive. She looked like she had been alive for several years, so she was about ten years old. "Mother!" she shouted, "Run!"

"We'll have to ask her for help," muttered one.

"You know she'll hold it over our heads until we find a way to repay her," the other said.

"But if we don't, they'll get away," replied the other. "We can't allow that, can we?"

"No, I suppose we can't. Very well." The two paused for a moment, as if making sure of something, then shrieked, "LIZANA! HELP US! LIZANA!"

I'm not entirely sure I'll be able to attend, but my email should be clickable.

The Aviator pulled out her sonic and began frantically zapping the remote, trying to get it to work and swearing in Gallifreyan.

Thanks to some unfortunate scheduling conflicts, two people who were going to play Pathfinder with us--DCCCV and K'eth--aren't available. I just checked Voyd's original interest check post and saw your names on it. If either (or both!) of you still wants to play, PLEASE reply with your email so I can give it to the group and we can talk to you.

"How much further until the checkpoint?" said Naya as she glanced over her shoulder. "I don't think I an run any more—"

"Hey, up ahead! HEY GUYS, WE NEED SOME FIRE SUPPORT!" yelled the Guardsman, waving his arms. "GOT A TIDE OF SNAKES AND WE NEED PEST CONTROL!"

The DIA officers manning the checkpoint first glanced at the two agents, then at the massive surge of snakes, then back at the two runners. The quicker one of the two grabbed his own incendiary grenade and hurled it past Naya and the Guardsman while the other scrambled to his feet and hefted his sword. "What—"

Quarian and Time Lord vaulted over the crude barricade and settled in beside their colleagues. "Not much to be said. Ran up against killer snake entities," said the Guardsman as he started firing into the crowd of snakes. "Apparently they want us to become their servants or some nonsense like that. Not gonna happen, not on my watch. Nope. Zilch. Nada. Nyet."

"Have either of you seen agents yet?" asked Naya as she passed grenades to the rest of the group.

"Quite a few, actually," said the taller of the checkpoint guards. "We directed them to the exit— Townsend confirmed their arrival over encrypted comms and we had an actual, physical runner confirm the news. We're just thankful that the Things can't override our radio— imagine the mess if they could override our comms."

Naya promptly facepalmed. "Okay, so you jinxed us. Thanks for that, Becker."

"Sorry."

I hate them as much as any Democrat, but that doesn't mean I want their offices firebombed!

Glad no one was killed or injured, at least.

The serpents on the floor froze, while the ones bursting through the walls, the ceiling, and the floor on the side of the bombs with Naya and the Guardsman continued to give chase. Soon after, the larger sounds stopped. They remained silent until the sticky bombs exploded, but then they resumed.

"Clever little humanoids, to hold us at bay with those!" the monsters cried. "We can use you! Yes, it would be a waste just to kill you. We'll just have to turn you instead!"

The doors were evenly spaced from one another, and they were all exactly identical. "One of these doors will take you out of this place," a cool, pleasant voice said. "That door would be this one." One of the doors glowed blue for a moment, before returning to its Generic Grey. "The rest of the doors will lead you to your certain doom. Now, watch carefully." The doors then began to switch places with each other, like cups in a shell game, only much, much more quickly than any human could move them. They were almost impossible to follow. Suddenly, they stopped. "Choose," the voice said.

A man waved at her from down the corridor. A large security checkpoint was set up in the middle of the corridor and was occupied by a pair of Security Weeds, a small Zorua, and the man in question wearing a set of comically large power armour. "This way out! And don't listen to the PA system— I know that it was Townsend operating the radio in the lobby and that sure as heck didn't sound like him."

Read about it here.

To quote my dad quoting Brave upon hearing the news:



Trump then called the perpetrators "animals" because that's... that's just what he does. *sigh* The War-Queen will be holed up in her tent in the center of her army encampment. Approach only if you have ice cream.

-Alleb

((OT: anyone else having their ellipses cut down to two periods when you post?))

"Any opportunity to do cardio is a good opportunity. So, do we run towards or away from the spooky noises?" said the Guardsman as he checked the safety on his pistol and aimed it down the corridor towards the source of the noise. "Also, do we take the cart or...?"

"What do you think, genius?" said Naya as she sprinted away from the noise. As she ran, she set a few sticky bombs to the floor and walls in preparation for the bigger-sounding nasties. "I've got our front covered— you blast things that pop out of the side, okay?"

"Will do!" said the Guardsman cheerfully as he fell into pace a few metres behind his partner, pistol at the ready. "Snap shooting, ready to rock!"

Trapping both agents in the room

Are we singing far off-tune?

We'll make you stay: Expelliarmus!

Simultaneously, six jets of light shot from the wands of the Roses and straight towards the Aviator.

"I'm not dealing with this FFXIII bull crap." with that, he teleported out, finding himself in an expansive corridor with several doors.

In fact, it was the one he had teleported out of when he had ended up in the empty room. Okay, so now he had three choices. The room behind him, the room in front of him, or the room that the RA would take him to.

This time he landed into a space a tad more workable: a creepy corridor

It dropped him straight into a cold, empty room, with no doors, and no windows.

He brought out his RA. He contemplated completely leaving the Plot Hole, but then he remembered Levy. So instead he left for other locations in Medical.

The small squad of DIA agents froze and listened to the footsteps receding from the door. One of the agents, a tall Eldar woman, shook her head. "Must've been one of those apparitions," she said shortly. "There's no way we're opening that door."

"Yeah, good idea," said another DIA officer. "Though I think it's odd that we haven't come across any other agents or patients or anything. I mean, where are they?"

"No idea. Keep moving and push towards the ICU."

"Yes ma'am."

((Just for some additional perspective.))