u/ZefiroLudoviko

One could quibble and say anarchist communism has existed, but examples are primitive societies or blips in history. Examples of pure capitalism are comparatively rarer, medieval Iceland and Ireland are go-to examples cited by ancaps.

To an extent, while I'm a strong descriptivist, if we said every country claiming to be something is that thing, we'd have to accept the Third Reich and China as socialist.

Roa, Numuo's child, Efiedans:

You seem to wonder and perhaps you doubt

My change of heart, for now, I trust no longer

The Earthlings' rationality. There is

Good, weighty cause. I'll tell, omitting nothing:

Partook I in the studying of Shinar,

Where me and Emme spent a year as nomads

In native garb. I mastered well the language

And knew the customs of vast Riverland.

I fell in love awhile - oh dreadful memory! -

To Jebe, maiden of the Dilmunites,

And likewise, her. A love of several seasons,

Made her with child, and, lo, she birthed a son.

When out of duty shipwards I returned,

Jebe became an outcast from her tribe.

The women judged her offspring had no right

To dwell among the tenters for its impious

And misbegotten siring out of wedlock.

Rumors abounded some had seen me float

Aloft, my eyes alight with eldritch glow,

I was a wicked mage or evil demon,

Her son, as well, possessed that sparkling pupil.

Before the women's moot, afflicted Jebe

Sought to persuade them with unceasing tears

The child had sprung from deep, truehearted love

Twixt two true humans, one of outland stock.

The moot, though, deemed to turn away the fruit

Her womb brought, for the father's foreign race.

The child and Jebe were cast out to wander,

But painful loneness after several days

Made Jebe choke it. Homeward, then, she came,

Softly and humbly pleading reacceptance.

The leaders, though, rebuked her once again

For murder of her son, their olden laws

Banning allowing any kind of killer.

When I refound her mong the bands of Sippar,

A shadow of herself, she'd lost her wisdom.

I was told later she in Nineveh

Slaved for a noble, kidnapped from her band.

Bitter despair at last brought suicide.

There is much else, which nothing can explain

Save racial madness, racial savagery,

I learnt about among the nomad people,

When my eyes, wrapped in blinders, were unveiled.

E'en lovely Jebe, whom I deemed emian

Until her sole son's dead, forsook her offspring

And sluglike crawled to grovel to her tribe.

Thus, I'm convinced the Dilmunites are also

Savages to their bones. Although they swear

Off bloodshed, they provoke it from without.

All these misdeeds have not a drop of wisdom,

From tribal women's to beloved Jebe's.

The premise of Anglish is pretty simple: Harold Beats William, and thus English doesn't take in the wealth of French and Latin terms it did in our timeline.

In the Anglese universe, the Norman Conquest still happens, obviously. Does Norman French remain the language of administration? Most of the stuff I see here has English grammar; adjectives follow nouns, and there's no gender. Is Anglese the result of a creole between Norman French and Old English, resulting in French words being overlaid onto a simplified English grammar?

Creature/group	Existing common name	Anglish common name	Notes
Allosaurus	Allo	Wye worm	War dragon/serpent. Calque of Icelandic vigeðla, replacing lizard with worm.
Amphycyon	Bear-dog	Ditto
Anomalocaris	Franken prawn	Ditto
Archeopteryx	Urvogel	Orfowel	Calque of German urvogel, meaning early bird.
Brontosaurus	Bronto	Thunder worm/Thor's worm	Calque of scientific name, replacing lizard with worm.
Brontotherids	None	Thunder beasts	Beast with copied by most Germanic languages
Dinosaurs	None	Ettin worms	Calque of Icelandic risaeðlur
Elasmotherium	Wolly rhino	Wolly nose-horn	Nose-horn is a calque of rhino
Fishapod	Ditto	Foot fish, walking fish	Extremely informal, paraphyletic group
Ground sloths	Ditto	Ditto	Apparently, ground sloths are paraphyletic
Homo neanderthalensis	Neanderthal	Ditto	Neanderthal is technically the name for the valley
Homotherium	Scimitar-toothed cat	Ditto	See note for machairodonts
Lepidodendron	Scaley tree	Shaley tree	Scale and shale are cognates
Machairodonts and Nimravids	False sabertoothed cats	Fake sabertoothed cats	My light reading reveals the Anglo-saxons don't seem to have used curved swords. Saber is likely ultimately from a Polish word.
Mammuthus	Mammoth	Ditto	Mammoth comes from a Siberian language, whence the scientific name, as well. You could calque the word as earth-horn (or earth-tusk), but that seems unrealistic. Icelandic uses loðfíll and fornfíll (earth-elephant and olden elephant respectively), however their word for elephants is also foreign.
Non-hominin hominids	Ape-men	Ditto	This is a very unscientific term, as we are all apes, scientifically. Where you draw the line between ape-man and just a man. I'd put it at where we lost most of our hair, which was by Homo erectus.
Pteridosperms	Seed ferns	Ditto
Pterosaurs	Dinosaur birds, pterodactyls	Finger wings	Calque of pterodactyl
Sauropods	Longnecks	Ditto	Coined in Land Before Time
Smilodon	Sabertoothed cat	Ditto?	See note for machairodonts
Triceratops	Trike	Three-horn	Coined in Land Before Time
Utahraptor	None	Claw-shaker	Calque of Icelandic klókskelfir

Note: this is a translation of already broken English

hom & puell departed por conduct sub le lume de le Lune. ey halt ad sur un side del route. il turn ad son girl et state: "baby, i adore tou taunt" "quat is le matter honey?" "noster car ess rupted. i pense le engine is rupted, i vay prom et obtain plus de fuel." "bon. i vay rest hicy et guard noster stereo. novel report exist of steres being rapt." "bon idea. guard the ports serried no matter quat. i adore tou sweaty"
Depost le guy departed por obtain full por le car. post deuce hours la puell state "ow ess mon baby, il essed supposed ad ess returned ahour". subsequentment la puell oyer a grating sound et un voice state "LEASE ME ENTER"
La puelle non feats le et depost un term ell enters dorm. le subsequent matin ell reveals et troves son beau encore absent. ell exits ad check et hom port man hook car port.

An ark, a sailor famed through space I sing,

Which saved life from a deluge planetwide.

Through much he suffered as he wrought the ship.

His strong breast overcame much care and worry,

Till flood waves swallowed cities, all the Earth.

Down in the slimy deep drowned beast and human.

Heavenly muse, recount the true events

When upward swelled the seas and chaos raged.

Was it foredoomed, or was it stoppable?

Did gods incite the doom as punishment

From flaming wrake gainst evil humankind?

Speak from on high, illumine, if you will.

There once was a planet by Earth,

Mars by name, and a dead, lifeless dearth.

Yet, with human beings filled

And the regolith tilled,

The world was at last of some worth.

One day, Mars and the Earth had a spat,

Because Mars thought that it was all that.

Tensions came to a head,

Leaving quite a few dead,

And all those who were left to say drat.

Mars and Earth choose to put in their place

A much better, brand-spanking new race.

If my whole race was bald,

I'd be greatly appalled,

Though that's nothing compared to their face.

These new people were sent off on ships

Into space for some quick little trips.

But with no ifs or buts,

All aboard would go nuts.

Seems in space, you just can't get to grips.

So, the nerds at home plotted and planned.

They decided the spaceships should land

Quite uncrewed and alone.

People then would be grown

To be reared by machines. This seemed grand.

Nonetheless, this plan came with a snag,

One that proved in the end quite a drag.

Bots and humans felt smitten,

Calling each other kitten

In an oedipal plague. Makes ya gag!

Not each colony to this plague fell.

For both sides, this fact boded quite well.

Humankind could now see

Space was open and free.

For a time, life for humans was swell.

For a time, that is. Enter the Qu.

They gave humans one look and thought eew.

Humans, try as they might,

Just could not win the fight.

And the Qu simply told them to shoo.

To the Qu, humans still had a use.

New subhumans were made and set loose.

They were brawny to scrawny

Colored purple to tawny

But were mostly as dumb as a goose.

The dumb ones, however, were lucky.

A few had a fate much more mucky.

They'd pushed back the Qu twice,

And the Qu were not nice.

They were turned into cubes. Pretty yucky!

Not long after, the Qu became bored,

Off they jetted to worlds unexplored.

All the being sleft behind

Were of brute, beastly kind,

Quite reduced by the alien horde.

But, as all who have read the tale know,

Soon, new civilizations would grow.

All the species linked up,

From the lizard to pup,

With a grand, shiny empire to show.

There were two who would not join the band.

One in space, and the other on land.

Quite aloof and alone

They remained on their own

But for both of them, big things were planned.

The one group was an untethered race

Without gravity, floating through space.

They were known for their smarts

And would fly using farts

With a matchless and elegant grace.

Tother one on a planet arose.

On their gobs was a big, floppy nose.

When their home star got bigger

Living needed great rigor

As their planet experienced great woes.

So, the flesh was then merged with machine,

Bowling-balls with a silvery sheen.

With hearts harder than granite,

They fled from their planet,

Killing all other species they'd seen,

Cept for a few buggers unlucky.

Their fate was quite dreary and mucky.

Being kept for experiments

Or light, jolly merriments,

Overall, their existence was sucky.

But there wasn't one big, race-wide blinder.

Quite a good few machines were much kinder.

Keeping creatures enslaved

Those machines found depraved,

So, no throwing slaves into the grinder.

At the same time a-drifting through space,

The spacers developed apace

They were clever ole sods,

Puissant, mighty as gods,

Though they had a most hideous face.

So the bots wouldn't ponder their woes,

The machines and the flesh came to blows.

The war lasted for ages,

But I have too few pages.

Writing poetry's harder than prose!

The asteromorphs won. Now the few

Who survived forged an empire anew.

With so many storms weathered,

Life now all lived together

(except for the new beaten Qu).

What was humankind's fate, good or gory?

Well, that isn't the point of the story.

Filled with joy or with sorrow,

Love today, seize the morrow

Stead of chasing ephemeral glory!

According to Wikipedia:

> The name 'Fluellen' is an anglicised version of the Welsh language Llywelyn.^([1]) The Welsh sound [ɬ] does not exist in English, but is perceived by English speakers as similar to sequence fl. A similar process of anglicisation can be seen with Floyd for Llwyd (Lloyd being an alternative anglicisation retaining the double L, but changing the spelling of the vowel).

However, this is hardly to the most logical or intuitive way to render [ɬ] in English. Surely <lh> or <hl> would better get this sound across. Was <ll> actually pronounced closer to [fl] in medieval times?

Ofte rete, oni metas literojn post frazojn por montri nuancojn, kiuj videblas en parolado sed ne skribado. Oftaj signoj estas: /s (sarcastic, sarkasme), /j (joking, ŝerce), /g (genuine, verdire). Ĉu iuj kreis tonsignojn por Eo?

La angla plenas da tiel nomataj nedefinitaj troigitaj nombronomoj, ekzemple zillion kaj umpteen. Tiaj nombroj grandegas, sed la multo ne estas specifita.

Ĉu ekzistas tiaj vortoj en Eo? Se ne, mi havas kelkajn ideojn. Ni ligu je um kaj ajn kaj multa kun la sufiksoj en miliono kaj miliardo: ajniliono, umiliono, multiliono, ktp.

Aliaj ebloj: umiomo, ajncent, ajnmil

Kion vi pripensas?

Aĵo N-o: SCP-173

Klaso de Aĵo: Euclid

Specialaj Rimedoj de Enhavo: Aĵo SCP-173 estu gardita en ŝlosita ujo ĉiam ajn. Kiam dungitoj devas eniri la ujon de SCP-173, ne malpli ol 3 eniru je iu tempo kaj pordon oni reŝlosu malantaŭ ili. Ĉiam ajn, du homoj gardu direktan okulkontakton kun SCP-173 ĝis kiam ĉiuj personnel estas foririnte el la ujo, kaj ĝin reŝlosis.

Priskribo: Movita al Ejo-19 je 1993. Origino ankoraŭ ne sciiĝas. Ĝi konstruiĝas el konkreto kaj armaturo kun eroj da pistolfarbo de marko Krylon. SCP-173 vivas kaj tre malbonvolas. La aĵo ne kapablas moviĝi dum en direkta linio de vido. Linio de vido neniam ajn rompiĝu kun SCP-173. Dungitoj ordonite eniri la ujon instruiĝas alerti unu la alian antaŭ palpebri. Oni raportas, ke la aĵo atakas per rompi la kolon ĉe la bazo de la kranio, aŭ per strangolado. Okaze de atako, dungitoj sekvu 4-klasa procesoj de enhavo de danĝeraĵo.

Dungitoj raportas la sonon de ŝtona skrapado origine el ene de la ujo, kiam neniu ĉeestas ene. Ĉi tio taksiĝas normale, kaj iu ŝanĝiĝo en ĉi tiu agado raportiĝu al la aganta HMCL superreganto sur devo.

Personnel report sounds of scraping stone originating from within the container when no one is present inside. This is considered normal, and any change in this behaviour should be reported to the acting HMCL supervisor on duty.

La ruĝ-bruna aĵo sur la planko estas miksaĵo da fekaĵo kaj sango. Origino de tiaĵoj nekoniĝas. La enhavejo puriĝu ĉiujn du semajnojn.

The reddish brown substance on the floor is a combination of feces and blood. Origin of these materials is unknown. The enclosure must be cleaned on a bi-weekly basis.

(The word river is French, the Anglish would be a waterway)

In regular English, the difference is regional (Thames River versus River Mississippi). That said, I've never heard anyone from either side of the pond say Styx River. Both Blank Mountain and Mount Blank are used in the states (Mount Denali versus Blair Mountain). British mountains tend not to put mountain or mount in the name, perhaps since they're mostly in historically Celtic regions. Foreign mountains are always mount Blank (mount Vesuvius, mount Helicon, mount Everest).

The French say mount blank (Mont Blanc). They also put titles before the name, as in modern English (la capitaine Haddock).

Is putting the title before the name aping French? I know Old English put royal titles after names.

The word for text is ping. The word for sex is either lovemaking or something like homing. None of these portmanteau nicely. I thought fling ping works well.

I've heard that the use of "of" for possession comes from French, and that Old English used the genitive for possession, and use of for substance or amount. But what about when both are use? "No son of mine" "This house of Bob's" and so forth.

Greg has had his mind attered bi Miccel Tƿosumness and has ceosen to bind himself to one leed for life. (Boo!). So ƿe be looking for sumbodig to nimb his stead.

Must be:

• muing to cook a good meatloaf, efen better þan Greg's
• an open-handed lufer (Greg ƿas a mihtig selfisc lufer, and ƿe be glad he's gone)
• steadfast

Ƿe can offer:

• Scared bed in 4b, 2.5b in Noe Valley, $1,570/monð
• Þe luf of six hƿimsiful leeds
• Healðcare and oðer perks (ƿe be all on Douglas' plot)

Underbu here: tinigurl.com/cum-into-manigsum

þu canst not click on þis ti, as þis is a þrucced sceet, þu ƿilt need to stafe it onto þi leafer

https://preview.redd.it/kl8w8mj1zv4h1.jpg?width=1492&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=62e72117824269f761192c7c7953f1d909332941

Chud is short for cannibalistic, humanoid, underground dweller. If we translate the acronym, we get something like maneating, man-shaped, underground dweller, which doesn't quite have the same ring to it.

A better option would be to find another word with that basic meaning. In Beowulf, Grendel is called a thurse, which means something like ogre, troll, or giant. Grendel is a very chudly character. He lives alone in a deep, dark, dank cave, isn't a fan of social interaction, and rampages a mass gathering, killing many people.