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History Textbooks should read like novels. I mean logically speaking: history is a story. Tell it like one.


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2 hours ago, SwimModSponges said:

Kids would be way more interested in learning about history if it wasn't so much arranged a an amalgamation of facts but instead a compelling narrative; which it is.

Why aren't we doing this?

Because they are already working on the anime 

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It's not boring, it's the most exciting things that ever happened. All of the made up stories we have draw direct inspiration from the ideas and concepts within the greatest story of all; the one that actually happened.

Shit, I'm honestly thinking about just doing it. I've got a pdf of an american history textbook open in another tab, and the only reason I haven't started copying it into novel format is because I figure it'll take a while and I still got other stuff to do this morning.

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3 minutes ago, SwimModSponges said:

It's not boring, it's the most exciting things that ever happened. All of the made up stories we have draw direct inspiration from the ideas and concepts within the greatest story of all; the one that actually happened.

Shit, I'm honestly thinking about just doing it. I've got a pdf of an american history textbook open in another tab, and the only reason I haven't started copying it into novel format is because I figure it'll take a while and I still got other stuff to do this morning.

Well do a little and post it here for fun.

And i guess i shouldn't have said boring. I did really well in history in school and college because i loved it..but i think other people..most people..find it boring.

But i was a straight A student in every single history class. Sociology, too.

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All right, let me whip something together while the laundry goes.

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Some scholars believe that between nine and fifteen thousand years ago, a land bridge existed between Asia and North America that we now call Beringia. The first inhabitants of what would be named the Americas migrated across this bridge in search of food. When the glaciers melted, water engulfed Beringia, and the Bering Strait was formed. Later settlers came by boat across the narrow strait. (The fact that Asians and American Indians share genetic markers on a Y chromosome lends credibility to this migration theory.) Continually moving southward, the settlers eventually populated both North and South America, creating unique cultures that ranged from the highly complex and urban Aztec civilization in what is now Mexico City to the woodland tribes of eastern North America. Recent research along the west coast of South America suggests that migrant populations may have traveled down this coast by water as well as by land.

Researchers believe that about ten thousand years ago, humans also began the domestication of plants and animals, adding agriculture as a means of sustenance to hunting and gathering techniques. With this agricultural revolution, and the more abundant and reliable food supplies it brought, populations grew and people were able to develop a more settled way of life, building permanent settlements. Nowhere in the Americas was this more obvious than in Mesoamerica 

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Mu-ta watched silently from behind the pale-gold tuft of taiga roughage that sat between her and the antelope: the distance between them having gradually winnowed away during the week-long pursuit . The beast was tired, stumbling from exhaustion and dehydration. The fresh water river from the glacial melt was days behind them. Neither knew it, but they had crossed a precipice: the torrential flow which increased year after year was slowly cleaving the land from which they had come. She felt the movement of the young life inside her as she readied her stone weapon; the antelope before her to be the nourishment that would feed the first daughter of the Americas. Fifteen thousand years ago more would follow, as generations of Mu-ta's offspring spread south into this new world, so to would waves of new inhabitants walk among her footsteps. The tide of migration was immense; as the land of Beringia fell to the sea and was replaced by the Bearing Strait, humanity would not be dissuaded. Where once man tread the icy taiga, now we crossed the frigid water in vessels of our own design. The children of Earth were adapting, spreading; by foot and boat they followed the Pacific coast southwards. Carried along with them with them the other advancements of their species.

Ten thousand years ago, the revolution began. 

Ari stood, his jaw working vigorously at a bit of dried meat as he looked out over the pale-gold tufts of the plants which swayed in the breeze before him. It was not the ragged sod of the taiga, nor the endless grasses of the prairie which he observed.  The golden tufts were not a product of feral wilderness; they sat proudly above strong stalks, meticulously cared for. Ari had grown this corn. He tore off another bite from the dried meat, chewing it only momentarily before finding the burnt texture of the chunk undesirable. He spit the gristle upon the ground. Ap, the descendant of one of the creatures that had hunted his ancestors, eagerly gobbled the cast away nourishment. Ari made a high pitched whistle as he turned from the corn that would feed his children. The dog followed obediently: having broken from the savagery of nature in the same way as the plants he now guarded. Having broken from the confines of nature in the same way as the children of earth had. Ari walked back among the structures he and his  family had created; their small tribe forming the basis of a new way of living.

In the Americas, the descendants of Ma-ta and all those who followed were laying the groundwork for a grand society.

 

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