Hello! I’m TinyPrancingHorse, aka TPH, and due to having a mental break at work, began (and continue!) to write the greatest science-fiction shitpost ever, called They are Smol.
They Are Smol takes place in the near future after a disastrous first contact and the subsequent accidental invasion of Earth. Humanity is on a rapid uplift schedule, partly because our alien neighbors feel guilty, partly because having another allied species is a boon all around, and partly because it took us something like 150,000 years to learn how to plant grain.
…look, nobody ever said we were clever. Humans, as a whole, oscillate between abject fear at the otherness of our neighbors and the frustration that they keep putting everything on the top shelf.
Together, we go on adventures.