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I am currently typing up interpretations of histories that I wrote when I was a teenager, and these stories are very violent and dramatic even by my standards. e.g. try searching for words like

• enslaved
• masochistic
• plantations
• abusing

This is not what I come here to do, and I will be paring the stories down considerably. I am dealing with constant severe pain due to several independent medical issues, and that makes me angry, and in all honesty that's probably the only reason I'm writing about massacre after massacre. Please be kind and sympathetic.

Please let me know if I'm writing too much. I think Im mostly done anyway, as even though my conworld history spans 26000 BC to 12000 AD (with "present" being 8773 AD and the years after that prophecies) I am mostly interested in the period from about 1770 AD to 4268 AD as seen from the perspective of Paba, and most of that has been written down in great detail.

Universal canonicity

One rule I've always held to is to never reject any of my ideas at all. Everything I've written since I was three years old is now and will forever be canonical. When one idea contradicts another, they are either both true at separate times or one of the names is changed. Since creating a nation called "Camia" when I was 11 years old, I've had several more Camias, thus explaining how "Camia" can be utterly destroyed by one of its enemies and then a few hundred years later be on the verge of conquering the world. People, too, can appear multiple times, under different names. The two powerful female leaders Ende and Joja were originally the same person in my writings, even though they lived 300 years apart. Both of these were originally "Nancy" who was the leader of a club for children in Camia who wanted to Save The World. A similar person, Afunyū, lived in the 1900s, but I now realize when I wrote that she was Nancy I was using a metaphor.

I did not hold to this rule early on. I just now found a note to myself "Remember, the plots of the book are completely detached from the comics, which gave way to the book in Nov '93." Neither the book I was writing then nor the comics that precede it are mentioned here however, as they dealt with fine details happening to just a few people whereas my history books deal with large events. However, a few things do appear in both, such as the firebirds' attack on Sala.

Particularly when I was younger, but even now that I'm in my thirties, I came up with ideas that seemed impossible to reconcile with other ideas later on. For example, when I was 13 years old, I wrote a story in which two 13-year-old boys in Camia learned that Camia's enemy, Wamia, was going to try to defeat Camia by crashing them into the sun. Even though Camia and Wamia were on the same planet, Wamia didnt worry about problems because they were fighting a "weather" war, and any increase in temperature, even to absurd levels, would not hurt Wamia. But when the two 13-year-old boys in STW discovered that Wamia was contemplating whether to "shoot the sun at them" they ended the war by destroying the sun. Then they fled to planet Nama to ponder whether they had done the right thing.

Since this event is still canonical, I have to find a way to work it into the story. My conworld no longer has computers or spaceships or interplanetary ballistic missiles, and I like it that way since there is no longer any possible way for one nation to "destroy the universe". Even with my insistence to keeping absolutely everything, I am willing to move events from one time period to another and thus greatly change the details of what happened so long as the event itself is preserved. Planets become countries. Aliens become animals. Guns become arrows and missile attacks become ground force invasions. Destroying the sun, however, has so far resisted my attempts at working it into the story. In a truly unintended irony, the names of the two young boys who fired the missiles that destroyed the sun were named the Golden Sun and the Red Sun, on account of their respective hair color, which was noticeable because they were immigrants into a city where the vast majority of the population was dark-skinned. I didnt realize the irony because I wrote the story about destroying the sun four years before I got the idea to start giving everyone bynames instead of developing hundreds of conlangs for each time period and using names from those conlangs. In a second irony, the Red Sun was patterned entirely on a person I had known growing up who thought blonde hair looked weird in any context and often made fun of blonde people. The Golden Sun, meanwhile, was patterned entirely after myself, which is why the Golden Sun is the leader of the group and the Red Sun merely second in command. However, he (I) was "so generous" towards his friend that even though he was originally simply named the Sun, because of course the sun is yellow, he changed his name to the Golden Sun to show that he was considering himself merely the equal of his otherwise less-admired friend.

One thing I do know is that destroying the sun was the explanation for why the Raspara people, hideous parasites whose entire existence depended on abusing the people they lived amongst, suddenly had no power and could not prevent the ascendancy of a government run by the people they had abused for the last sixty years.

Video games

A few ideas taken from video games exist in my conworld, but most are in the "short stories" I wrote when I was younger and will not be publishing here or likely anywhere. One idea that survives in the wider history is that the Raspara people stereotypically wear bathrobes because they are patterned after the Wizzrobe "people" in the original Legend of Zelda video game. When I was young (maybe 8 years old) I pretended I was Link and that I had made friends with a Yellow Wizzrobe when we met each other in a doorway. This is why the "Yellow Raspara" befriended the Swamp Kids and the "Blue Raspara" doubled down on their abusive practices.

Comically overpowered child superheros

Since I started writing when I was three years old, and did the bulk of my failed attempt at writing a novel when I was 12, and since I've held to the promise to keep everything I've ever written inviolably canonical, a lot of the characters in my stories even today are children. I find my early writings amusing in that I wrote mostly about war but never even considered the possibility that one of the 12 year old boys that was cruising around the universe fighting battle after battle in six simultaneous wars might actually someday get hurt. They were always inexplicably invincible not just to death but even to being injured, and I never came up with an explanation for this except impossibly good luck.

In one scene a 12 year old boy, "Teddy", is cornered in his own spaceship by four heavily armed enemy soldiers. Three of the men pinned the boy to the floor of the ship while the fourth started beating the boy up. The boy's reaction to this was to pull his radio out of his pocket and call for his copilot to come into the ship to rescue him. Then he jumped up to free himself from the four men and attacked a fifth man who had come inside to pilot the ship. Then he subdued the other four attackers and brought his spaceship back down to the planet.

A few weeks later, his spaceship was again invaded by enemy soldiers. This time, Teddy was outside the ship when it happened. He responded by rushing through the crowd of soldiers and into the ship, and then slapping away the soldiers until they were finally all on the ground. Then, hearing that his hometown had been invaded by the army of planet Xema, Teddy flew home with three other kids and the four of them defeated the Xeman army in close range combat. Then their teacher told them they needed to invade Seattle because the capital of the United States was located in Washington, so they left for Earth in a brand-new spaceship.

Some of the children occasionally were captured by enemy soldiers, since although they were quite strong their powers were primarily defensive rather than offensive ones. One boy, the same "Teddy" from above in fact, "gets caught" by his enemies while spying in a foreign country and is thrown in jail. It was not because he was young that he was spared from death; everyone on this planet seemingly took it for granted that the nation of Camia had a team of child superheros who bounced around from planet to planet defeating enormous enemies without sustaining so much as a minor flesh wound. Thus, these kids were on everyone's hit list, and none of the enemies they were fighting against would have shed a tear if all twelve of the young boys were hit by a missile strike and froze to death on the ice planet Imama-Hamapaa.

Thus, they were harassed and attacked wherever they went, and one of the boys got put in jail near the city of Buga in his nation's enemy, Wamia. He decided to break out of the jail by drilling through the floor with his "cocoon" superpower. Then he climbs into an invisible spaceship and flies for some reason to a fort in the arctic wasteland for protection even though he was already free and safe as soon as he got into the ship.

Later developments

Many years later, I came up with an explanation for why the kids would always emerge squeaky clean from each battle that also explained some of the other oddities in my early writings. The boys fought against two types of enemies: the first type was conventional armies, sometimes enormous ones representing an entire nation but also often beating off small invading forces that had been sent out by a foreign nation not wanting to risk losing its entire army in one battle.

The other type of enemy was the "supervillains" one might expect to see more of in a comic book or a novel originally based on a comic book. For example, Dr. Zāme threatened the kids day after day with all types of enemies, being particularly fond of enormous building-crushing mutants. Often, the boys would be sitting in sixth grade happily doing their schoolwork when the teacher would call them up to the front desk to tell them that Dr. Zame had just threatened their city with another pack of mutants and it was up to the boys to save the city by fighting off the mutants with no weapons or armor to protect them. At other times, he preferred more conventional methods of attack, such as shooting anti-aircraft missiles at their spaceships or larger missiles at the buildings in their hometown (although this type of attack required coordination with other people; Dr. Zame couldn't do this by himself.) Once, when three of the boys were on planet Theta for a political conference, in which they were deciding whether or not to launch an invasion of Earth, Dr. Zāme decided to hit the boys with an interplanetary ballistic missile and destroy the building they were staying in. The attack succeeded in destroying the building but the boys survived, as did the aliens they had been negotiating with. On the way back home, the boys were attacked by a flock of gigantic man-eating birds which had been imported from the planet Xema. When they hid from the birds, they were ambushed by Dr. Roc, who had been cooperating with Dr. Zāme.

The national government seemed uninterested in reining in Dr. Zāme, or even tracking him down; they simply resigned themselves to the fact that every few weeks there would be a major disaster in their capital city and it was up to a group of ten young boys to bail them out. Even the boys' parents were unhelpful, soberly telling their kids that they could not go out and play until all of the man-eating snakes had been eliminated.

All of the enemies the boys fought were adult males. Not once did one of the boys break ranks with the rest, even when I realized I had intended all along for the boys' superhero league, TCT, to be just one of many, thus opening the possiblity for competition or even open warfare between the leagues. All of their enemies were adult males, and very rarely did the kids have any help from adults in their missions. Furthermore, all of the supervillains the boys fought seemed to have the same uncanny ability to survive every battle unscathed, even battles they "lost", as did the kids. In my later writing I contemplated the idea that the supervillains were in fact merely grown-up superheros who betrayed the team, and that the children were being misled by their leaders into believing all of the missions they were being sent on, even missions that killed thousands of people, were entirely morally good, and that the many adult male "supervillains" who kept on disrupting them were entirely morally evil. The fact that not even one adult male still sided with TCT gave the adults a strong argument that they were right to attack TCT.

The invincibility was explained as being a natural innate power of the superhero children, which stays with them when they grow into adults and thus turn on their former teammates. I remember also an idea that the invincibility power that the children and the supervillains shared also prevented them from killing each other, because "the Power" could not attack itself. They could only restrain each other and send indirect attacks such as mutants and missiles at each other. When Dr. Roc attacked the boys in a cave on Hurricane Island, he didn't kill the boys, he merely put them to sleep.

I don't remember the full details of this expansion of my idea however, because I no longer include magic or space or superheros as part of my writing. I do believe that at this time, I had decided that the TCT members and the supervillains in fact could die by conventional means, they simply could not kill each other because their Power would not permit them to destroy one of their own kind. In fact, I'm pretty sure that I had always intended the kids to be normal mortal beings, not invincible, but that they simply really did extremely lucky and did foolishly brave things that could easily have killed them many times over.

It should be noted, though, that this explanation doesn't entirely fit with my original ideas, because Dr. Zame and the other supervillains did not have magic powers in the early comics.

Reflection on Teppala

The remnant of this scenario in my current writing is that Save The World (STW) sees itself as a very child-focused organization, despite being almost entirely devoted to war and enslavement of its enemies, and is led primarily by females with motherly instincts because adult males are frequently kicked out of STW. With very few adult male members, STW must fight its wars in very subtle ways. In my early writing I had no problem pitting a 12 year old boy against an army of 12000 heavily armed soldiers, because I knew that the boy would always win. In my current writing I have to come up with more sensible explanations.

Other examples

Even those children who did not have magic powers were often expected to behave as though they had. There were actually two types of magic in my early conworld, TCT's type and another weaker type called "Tanta spells". One poor misfit boy, "Treba", lived on a planet where all the people around him had many Tanta spells and he had none. Yet for some reason he was expected to defend the entire village he lived in, while all of the stronger magical people around him reclined in their hammocks resting comfortably in the knowledge that their one-boy army was out in the fields fighting off the men in tanks with his bare hands.

This boy happened to be a slave, so in the middle of a battle he was often forced to take time out from fighting the enemy soldiers to serve his masters a luxurious meal or take their laundry down from their clotheslines.

The Cleanup Corps

There was also the "Cleanup Corps", a group of elementary school aged children who went around the Earth cleaning up environmental problems while being attacked by snipers and bombers as if they were the greatest threat yet to the civilization around them. I blame Captain Planet. These children did not even have magic powers or advanced technology; they simply went around the world cleaning up toxic waste spills while dodging bullets and torpedos. The Cleanup Corps is quite possibly the most absurd idea I've ever had.

From my "red notebook" I see that I had originally intended the Cleanup Corps to have literally singlehandedly saved the entire Earth from destruction because another group of eight children had been ordered by their teacher to singlehandedly destroy the Earth. Those eight kids did in fact destroy much of the Earth, but when they met up with the Cleanup Corps they suddenly switched sides and the two groups of kids befriended each other. The Earthlings kept on shooting at the Cleanup Corps, so the other league decided to rescue them and move them to planet Teppala. Thus, the rescue missions stopped and the Earth became messier again.

I might rationalize this idea by saying that the children were merely a wing of a larger organization that mostly employed adults.

Other influences

In fact, I just now remembered that even Calvin made an appearance in my comics, though only as Spaceman Spiff. He had no magic powers, but did have his "mertilizer" gun which put him on a level with the other superheros. Stupendous Man never appeared, nor did the obscure Capt Napalm or just the "regular" Calvin.

Notes to self

• "he only doesnt let me down the stairs" ... complaining someome isnt THAT abusive because he at least still allows access to the hallway
• The (Soap) Bubbles were identified as identical with the Andanese in a scrap story immedaitrely after the TDA story

• However, it was certainly not just an ethnic group; e.g. Pinuha and the Red Sun, the two most powerful people in the government of the Little Country, joined the Bubbles, fired all Swamp Kids from the government, and banished all Swamp Kids from the Little Country.

• One story that uses the word "bubble(s)" fifty times seems to identify them as Mampum, indicating they include Crystals. This would explain why the Crystals of the 4149-4268 era seem to have nothing in common with the Crystals of the 1500AD-3915 AD era. This same story also uses "crystal(s)" 169 times.

• Can "Larnac and Lucy" be here?
• "leaving just Ezra" <--- when did this happen?
• there was a strong localistic sentiment in amade, and the region refused to force its children to learn standard camian, preferring instead the smooth, measured dialect that had come to them from clubia. <--- possibly explains "STW was imported from Clubia"

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