- Location
- Minot, North Dakota
*Shrugs* I'm just going with "Meh". Partially because of mood whiplash being done so much in this fic so far. I mean, in the last bit of the story as soon as you get a light, fluffy piece, you know that the next one is going to be horrible.
My other issue is once more with the Abyssals. And no, I don't mean how they are portrayed as evil incarnate. But... once more we see that they should win. Yes, I know, JMPer states that things are not like that, but... here we're basically told that they can eat humans/kill them outside of ships and get more. So with the amount that they have killed, they're going to drown humanity in bodies at worst, and continually get back more. Add in once more that no one can track them... I mean, really? No one notices that Guam has become tundra? There is no way to hide that at all, yet apparently it's happened.
As far as no one noticing the abyssals impact on local climates, I can see charts of the world now having entire regions that are shaded over, including the old text "Here be monsters..." Without reliable satellite data, overflights, or ships passing through reporting oceanographic and atmospheric data, some places might as well have a blanket over them. Observers from the ISS might be able to see that the islands are still there, but might not be able to report anything useful about them.