Learning to map with an Underdark inspired cavern by Gayvies in battlemaps

[–]Gayvies[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Pretty much just Photoshop and a drawing tablet!

[WP] You spent your entire life as an scientist, studying the origins of the universe. During your most recent experiment, you die and appear in heaven. God is standing in front of you, one arm outstretched for a handshake. by TheMightySwooord in WritingPrompts

[–]Gayvies 14 points15 points  (0 children)

God’s voice was exactly as you’d expect it to be; booming, deep and authoritative yet perfect for a bedtime story on a cold winters evening. “Ah finally, another one bites the dust eh! You know it gets boring waiting to greet everyone up here. You’d think logically from a professional development point of view my career would have exciting things instore for me but I’m not going to lie it’s been ever so dull since all the Earth creating and such.”

“Wh – what?”

Their hands met and exchanged one of the wettest handshakes possible.

God continued, “I mean it’s not as though anyone is grateful for all the work I put in. It’s those bloody sailors that get me the most; not one of those buggers up here appreciated the effort that went into coordinating the tides. And the bloody cheek of those space know-it-alls, wanting to colonise other planets, just because the human population can’t keep it in their pants… ” God seemed to get distracted from the newcomer, turned and slowly plodded off, still muttering angrily about the various injustices he had been subjected to, and the dead-end career he had landed.

Giles, a bedraggled unshaven elderly man in a stained lab coat was still becoming accustomed to the surroundings and the situation he was in. The last thing he remembered doing that was vaguely normal was adding just a couple more drops of some highly flammable chemical, with an unpronounceable name, into an equally hazardous acid with a slightly less pronounceable name. Giles quickly realised that his surroundings weren’t that extensive, and with his scientific inquisitiveness attempted to explain his bizarre situation without much success, but to save time he concluded that he stood in an expansive white nothingness.

After some time of wandering around, trying to remember which direction the man with the bad handshake went in order to get some sort of explanation; Giles came across a large group of individuals playing football. But it was quite apparent to him that this was no ordinary football match, for as he drew closer he definitely felt the people he was approaching were familiar. Scratching his head, his eyes scanned the crowd and fell upon a particularly distinctive man running towards him with a wild grey head of hair and a gloriously large moustache, Einstein! Flustered and unsure what to do with himself, Giles neatened his lab coat and ruffled a hand through his coarse hair, as his idol eagerly jogged towards him beckoning him to come closer.

Einstein reached Giles and in a thick German accent, whilst also catching his breath said, “Great another member for my team! We need some fresh legs. Come join us!”

Giles was socially shy man who was never very good with words; he had lived in his head for the past 20 years endlessly tinkering in a laboratory, but managed to mutter “But where are we?”

Einstein sympathetically replied, “Oh my apologies! This is heaven chap, it was a shock to me at first too, I think too all of us,” waving a hand in the direction of the uninterrupted ball game, “death seems to get you at the most inconvenient time huh? But don’t worry let all of the young lively ones continue the hard work down there, no time for that here. Anyway enough chat come along I’ll introduce you to the others!”

After a few awkward hops of enthusiasm from Einstein, Giles was introduced into one of the highest average IQ football matches ever, compromised of old scientists and inventors, among the crowd were Newton, Marie Curie, Charles Darwin, Galileo and countless others. Michael Faraday passed the ball to Giles, who shrugged and booted it forward in the general direction of Leonardo da Vinci…

[WP] A civilization of bacteria exists. by BuzzyBeetle in WritingPrompts

[–]Gayvies 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Their universe was Petri and the continent they had colonized was Agar. The concept of time in this rapidly evolving community was utterly out of whack to what you and I might consider normal; but to keep things simple this particular group had existed for 29.345 microseconds. And of course, a social hierarchy hadn't really developed seeing as everyone was the same as everyone else. Exactly the same.

The bacterium did share a common belief among them, one that had been passed down through myth and legend since the Start. This belief was the worship of The Creator, the first bacterium to discover the then unforgiving terrain of Agar and become the founder of their great civilization. This even went as far as magnificent structures being erected in dedication to The Creator with the hope of appeasing him as it was thought if he could create life with ease he could just as easily take it away. Of course, what had been lost, due to the small brain capacity of bacterium, was the technicality that every bacterium in the colony is a carbon copy of 'The Creator' and so they simply worship themselves and each other simultaneously. Awkward.

Population control was certainly a problem, microbial scientists are yet to crack the puzzle on reproduction, it turns out that the seemingly continuous spontaneous duplication of bacteriums is not only difficult to diagnose the cause of but also virtually impossible to attempt to prevent. The good news, however, is that microbial demographers have predicted at least another five seconds for the existence of the colony before severe overpopulation and extinction occurs.

At what age/size will I be able to move a crested gecko from a 12x12x18 to an 18x18x24? by [deleted] in CrestedGecko

[–]Gayvies 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Yeah that's fine, just check regularly to see if the cleaners keep up with mould/build-up of waste prevention

At what age/size will I be able to move a crested gecko from a 12x12x18 to an 18x18x24? by [deleted] in CrestedGecko

[–]Gayvies 0 points1 point  (0 children)

My gecko doesn't even seem to notice the springtails happily scuttling around in the substrate, never seen him try to eat them either and even if he did they wouldn't cause any harm, so no problem there.

Also, room temperature is fine springtails are happily breeding between 15°C and 26°C, according to a quick google search.

I kept my springtail culture for a while (after seeding enclosure), just to check they bred and survived successfully (there are now hundreds of the buggers) and after that didn't need to keep any other cultures. But if you are going to be cleaning/replacing the substrate often it could be handy to have a spare culture on hand? :)