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Published: 2012-07-28 03:07:41 +0000 UTC; Views: 942; Favourites: 20; Downloads: 8
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The setting of "Genesis." Zeta comes from this planet.Related content
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Rings look beautiful from the surface. <3
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That looks soooo freakin' cool. 
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The rings are actually a result of the terraforming process! Omerta originally was very mars-like; it was entirely desert and had no water. The human and teuthida colonists created oceans by towing large asteroids of water ice into the planet's path and causing them to collide. Hence why most of Omerta's oceans are unnaturally round - they're impact craters. The rings are what's left over of the dust and debris that was thrown into orbit in the collisions. (I spent so many hours researching ring formation for this. 
You guessed it, the fighting is pretty exclusive to the desert/wasteland that covers most of the planet. It wouldn't do to have wars going on in populated areas.
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SUPER LATE REPLY JITSU GO
That sounds awesome! I continue to love all of the thought you've put into this place.
No, no, mass war in the populated areas wouldn't due at ALL.
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Yeah, I have spent entirely too much time on the worldbuilding for this.
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XD Of course, you certainly need to build up those two countries at least! And naturally it would help to know how all the other countries around THOSE interact with them so you can REALLY understand them!
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Indeed! In a story set in a backdrop of warring countries, it's important to know who hates who.
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Undoubtedly. Just think how embarrassing it'd be if you started in on the story and had two people start an all-out war and then you're like, "Oh, darnit, THEY actually like each other, now EVERYTHING is messed up!"
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Not half as embarrassing as it would be for the countries themselves. 
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"All those clones wasted! Do you know how much this is going to set us back? We're going to be at LEAST a week late for the War Games next month!"
"It's all Jimmy's fault!"
"YOU ARE SO FIRED, JIMMY!"
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A downtrodden Jimmy walks the city streets, thinking to himself, "But I was so CERTAIN they were our enemies! All of my files said so."
Thunder rumbled overhead, and in typical fashion for this kind of sad scene, a dreary rain began to fall. Jimmy pulled up the collar of his trench coat as water began running off his stylish fedora.
"But there was that one time..." Jimmy thought. "When I arrived to find the door of my office unlocked, and my file cabinets looking suspiciously rifled through. I thought the janitor had just been straightening up, but now it all seems highly suspicious. What if this wasn't just carelessness on my part?"
Dark figures stirred in an alleyway as he passed by, lost in thought. In a sudden flash of lightning, a knife gleamed.
"What if this is some kind of conspiracy? Someone trying to get me fired... or worse, start a war between our two allied countries? But who would do such a thing?"
Jimmy looked up resolutely, steel in his eyes and trench coat flapping dramatically in the wind. "Looks like I must solve this mystery!!"
Suddenly, a mysterious figured leapt out of the alleyway behind Jimmy and grabbed him, pressing the knife to his throat. "You knows too much," it whispered, dragging him slowly back toward the dark alley. "Da boss is gonna want a word wit yous..."
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Jimmy blacked out and awoke to find himself sitting in a chair, tentacles tied behind his back, being stared down by a large Gred with a cybernetic eye and one tentacle stroking a yellow-blue squid-cat (this yearβs hottest new pet, buy one now!). βSo, Jimmy, my boys tell me you think you know something.β His accent was a perfect blend of British and New Jerseyian, which just goes to show exactly how diabolical a mob boss he was, especially since both places no longer exist.
βYes,β said Jimmy, with a determinedly raised chin and a bold gleam in his eye. βI have now come to realization that a janitor straightening up my office is a totally nonsensical explanation for why my files looked rifled through. Because really, why would someone trying to make things tidy make them even MORE UNTIDY than they were before?β
The big gred chuckled. βThatβs the clever Jimmy Iβve heard so much about. You have two choices now, Jimmy: come and work for my covert undercover cabal of wargame-thwarting rebel spy double agent mole operativesβ¦or have a sit in my Chair Of A Thousand Gruesome Tortures While Upside-Down Underwater And Eels Nibble At Your Ears, patent pending. Iβll give you a moment to consider my offer.β
Jimmy took a moment to consider his offer, studying the ceiling and glancing periodically at the aforementioned Chair, which did indeed sprout many impressive-looking devises of torture and a tank of intriguing-looking eels. Lunch was served at some point, during which timed he considered some more while munching pensively. The mob boss was just beginning to get bored and about to call for a miniature TV to be brought in so he could watch his favorite reality series when Jimmy swallowed the last bite of lemon custard and declared decidedly, βIβll take the job.β
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I bet they feel reeeaaaall cool about that ring around their planet.
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Well, Omerta's got a nice ring to it. *rimshot*
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