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/sci/ didnt seem to like my question much, and I do frequent this board, so I will thinly veil my question as a world building thread and see how it goes.
What would be the highest amount (percentage based) of oxygen that you can have in the air and have the world be suited for normal and healthy humans? And what is the highest oxygen content you can have without having to worry that constant fires will decimate life?
What life would you see in this oxygen rich environment - huge bugs, exoskeleton based creatures, dragon sized fireflies?
PS: If atmosphere pressure is part of the equation, it should also be suitable for modern humans inhabitance.
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I didn't know what to expect when I sat down to play Talisman. I was given an option of three oddball characters, a grave-robber, a vampire killer and a minotaur. My hosts assured me there were all kinds of characters available but I chose the minotaur character. I had a plan.
I noticed right off the bat that my starting location was The Crags, and every other character (five of them) were all centralized on the other side of the board. I knew the other players, a dangerous lot and treacherous. I would have to stake my territory right at the start. I declared "Minotaur Privilege" and claimed territory from the City to the Chapel and one space beyond on either side to be "Minotaur Territory" and announced anyone violating this would be attacked.
They seemed not to take me seriously because right off the bat the GF of one of the players moved right into my territory like I was nothing to worry about. She would soon learn her mistake. I was to go last, and watched as people landed on various board locations and either fought things or acquired items. It did not always seem to go well. I watched the other characters flounder and some actually lost lives in their battles. The other players were already casting offensive spells on each other. Something would have to be done.
I immediately attacked the other player who had come into my domain. As she tediously tried to explain that this game was cooperative game I laughed loudly and announced I had a stampede ability which added my movement roll (5) to my attack. She protested further and I announced again that this was minotaur territory. Silly female.
We rolled, I won by seven. I could have taken a life from her for her insolence, but I chose to only take a gold. She seemed so angry I then agreed that now that she had paid she could walk my lands.
I was one gold richer and I had a plan well formed.
HoboQuest Part X
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Hello /tg/. It is with a heavy heart that I must announce WELCOME BACK TO HOBOQUEST!
The quest where the OP runs off to finish a paper he had due in less than three hours, then comes back a week later because he thinks drinking and punishing crit fails with vore endings is a great idea to do in the middle of finals. Clearly, nothing is wrong with this logic.
You are LINCOLN BISMUTH, ALCOHOLIC HOBO EXTRAORDINAIRE! And you're having a terrific time of this horseshit you've found yourself in. Sure, you may eventually end up dead, but heyyyyy, details.
When we last left off, Lincoln had made another madcap escape from the oncoming guards, which may or may not have involved copious quantities of stupid. You then rejoined your Spec Ops entourage, introducing them to your delicious monstergirls and finally getting your bro Fritz that bubble slime you promised him. Truly, you are a magnanimous individual. Like Santa. If Santa doled out fetish fuel and randomly set on fire the houses of kids he didn't like.