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[WP] "Hey, it's not that bad! At least they probably care about you now!" said the demon, consoling you after a failed attempt at creating a two-way portal to Hell.
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"Meanwhile at Hell, Inc's R&D Laboratory...\n\nDr. Red had been in Hell R&D for what felt like eons now. He just wanted to go home. Through nothing less than a complete freak accident, he had ended up being sucked into a transdimensional portal that teleported him into Hell's Arrivals department. Through nothing short of divine intervention, the demons had decided to promote him to R&D instead of the usual neverending torture of call center scams as what usually befell human arrivals. \n\nHe had tried several times through the expansive resources that Hell had to offer to open a portal back to Earth. Not only was that his personal mission, it was also the one singular task that the demons in charge had given him, figure out how to get to Earth. While he knew that Hell wanted to get to Earth to conquer it, his mission was much smaller in scope. He just wanted to get home to his family. After the latest failed attempt, he realized that he was partially successful, the last portal caused an electrical disturbance in California which resulted in a massive wildfire but the field was too unstable and collapsed. When the field collapsed, Dr. Red set down at the edge of the platform and held his head in his hands. This was the most promising portal attempt, but even then, Dr. Red was especially dismayed. At some point, he knew that his demonic superiors would grow displeased and there was no telling what would happen.\n\nOne of his lab assistant demons sat down next to him, \"Hey, it's not that bad! At least they probably care about you now!\". Dr. Red was depressed, He just wanted to go home."
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[WP] You take your son under the bed, “See? Nothing under here.” You then hear something climb on top of the bed.
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"We crouched near the bed. Krish grabbed my little finger and squeezed it. I smiled at my little man's strength. 'See? Nothing under here.' I said. I wiped his snot away and let him observe the empty space under his bed.\n\n'But... but I heard someone cry.' Krish said in a slow, sucking voice.\n\n'Let's go exploring, shall we? I'll make sure nothing has jumped into the bed.' I began to crawl under the bed. Krish's eyes darted around and he slid under the bed with me. \n\n'See? No hiding space anywhere.' I said and tapped on the underbelly of the bed. \n\nThe bed squeaked above us and a baby's muffled cry filled the room. Krish was right beside my left ear but the cry seemed above me. I looked at Krish who was biting his lips and then I realized his nails were digging into my hand. \n\nSilence.\n\nMy breath fogged the floor. This wasn't my son's imagination. There was something on the bed. I put my arm across Krish and began to slide out of the dark place. I put my finger on his lips and nodded at him. He nodded back and sucked his cheeks in. \n\nI put him on the floor facing away from the bed and wiped his tears. I closed his eyes and said, 'Don't open your eyes. Daddy will check what's annoying my baby.' I smiled. I am glad that the last thing my son saw was my smile. Hope it was reassuring.\n\nI stood up and a deformed bag of flesh with a yellow set of eyes stared back at me. I almost fell back. My stomach threatened to throw out its contents. I could see blue veins across the mass and familiar structure of arms and legs. \n\n'What... what is this?' I said and looked around almost expecting someone to jump out and shout \"It's a prank, bro!\" I was ready to punch the face for involving my son.\n\nA hole transformed into the mass and I heard that cry again. A wet patch of hair flew out of the hole. I was going to yell for the prankster to show themselves when a voice came out of the thing. 'Hi Papa.'\n\nAir escaped me. Papa? 'Who... what are you?'\n\n'You don't even recognize me.' came that raspy voice and it wailed. My son at my feet slammed his hands over his ears. 'I'm your daughter, Papa.' It's tiny arms opened up towards me. Slime trickled down on the bed.\n\n'Huh?' I could not pinpoint how the thing spoke but the voice was coming out of it. Maybe there was a speaker hidden under there. 'Stop it. It's not funny!' Now I yelled to the room.\n\n'You feel I am funny? You made me this way, Papa.' the thing said.\n\nFuck this, I thought. I didn't want my son to be traumatized. I turned and began to stoop down to pick him up.\n\n'Touch him and I will rip the skin out of his body!' the thing screamed at me.\n\nI froze. Who has the guts to take such a sick joke so far?\n\nI looked back over and the thing was standing crooked on its things that resembled legs. Instead of toes, one leg had a single slimy nail. I could not see any speaker around and the thing did not have any wires flowing out of it. \n\n'Who are you?' I found my voice cracking.\n\n'I told you.' Did I see a tongue moving inside the thing's mouth?\n\n'Stop it.'\n\n'Stop what? I just want my share of love.' the thing said.\n\n'What?'\n\n'Mommy and you tried to kill me two years ago. You flushed me down the toilet. But I survived. Life is agonizing. Help me, Papa.' Both its arms stretched out towards me.\n\nNo one knows my wife's only abortion. 'Yana, this is NOT funny at all.' I yelled again.\n\n'Mommy is downstairs.' The thing replied. \n\nThis is a nightmare, I thought and bent down to pick up my son. As soon as I put my hands under his arms, he gave out a brain freezing cry. I saw skin come off his fingers as if they were bananas. I let him go and pleaded, 'Stop it. Please stop it.' I cried. How do you wake up out of a nightmare when you are aware of it?\n\nSuddenly, my son went quiet but I could still see his red flesh and the skin hanging from it on his fingers. \n\n'This is not a dream.' The thing said.\n\n'What do you want? Please. My son--'\n\n'Take my hand and I'll fix your son. We both then go to a place I've found where you will be my Papa. Reject it, and I will take him and I will make sure you never have a child again.'\n\nI looked down at my son who had his mouth open but eerily silent as if I was watching him in a muted TV. 'Krish, go to Mummy.' I said.\n\nI just want this damn nightmare to end, I thought and touched the thing's tiny hand. The world went dark.",
" “There's nothing under the bed champ” I smile down reassuringly at Scottie. He has his bedsheets pulled up tightly around him. I remember doing the same at his age, everyone knows a monster's greatest weakness is blankets. Same applies to ghosts, vampires and axe-wielding maniacs. \n\n \n “You don't know for sure.” He looks up at me with scared, wide eyes. “I heard it, whispering under my bed.” \n\n \n “It was only the wind honey” I say, sitting down beside him. I embrace him in my arms, he feels warm and clammy as his head rests against me. “Sometimes it can sound like whispering.” \n\n \n “No mama, I heard it coming from under my bed though. It said there were monsters in my room.” He wriggles away from me, his voice rising in frustration. I realise what I have to do.\n\n \n “Fine sweetie” I tell him, rising to my feet. \n\n \n “Mama, no you can't” Scottie cries out, pulling the sheets back up around him. \n\n \n “It's fine” I tell him. “If we go under the bed and there is a monster then I will tell him to kindly piss off” Scottie giggles at my bad language. “But if there's not then you have to go back to sleep. Come on.” I hold my hand out to him. He takes it and crawls out from under the covers. \n\n \n Hand in hand we stand together looking down the bed. I take a deep breath and for a brief second I feel a little frightened; what would I really do if there was actually a monster there? I tell myself not to be ridiculous. \n\n \n “Come on” I beam at Scottie “lets go.” I drop to my knees first and wriggle under the small single bed. “Nothing here” I call out. Reassured Scottie crawls in behind me. \n\n \n “Nothing here” Scottie repeats, his little face finally smiling back at me. \n\n \n “I really do need to run the vacuum under here though” I mumble to myself. “Come on sweetheart, lets go back to bed.” \n\n \n As we are about to wriggle out I hear the bedsprings creak, as I feel the weight of the mattress sag above us. \n\n \n “Mama” Scottie grasps my hand. I grasp back. Must be the cat, I think to myself, but I know the weight above is too heavy. \n\n \n “See” a voice grunts from up on the bed. “There aren't any monsters above the bed. But I really should dust up here. Now go back to sleep.” \n\n \n “Okay Papa” a smaller voice responds. The weight on the mattress shifts and two large clawed feet drop down before us. \n\n \n I feel Scottie's body tense up beside me, and I know he is about to scream. Quickly I place my hand over his opened mouth. \n\n \n “Ssshh...” I whisper, pulling him back the way we had crawled in, away the feet. Another, smaller set of clawed feet, lowers themselves down. The mattress no longer sags above us. Frantically, I climb up out from under the bed, yanking Scottie up with me. He grips my hand tightly. \n\n \n The bed is empty, apart from a scaly hand that brushes along the edge of the crumpled sheets and back down underneath."
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Thought this was a cool idea. Looking forward to read the stuff you guys will come up with !
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[WP] You lost both of your eyes in highschool after a car accident. Years later when walking in the park with your guide dog, Archie, a woman aproaches you to ask for permission to pet her, but you are just standing there, shocked because you can see her as clear as day
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"It's been five years since the crash. As a 16 year old kid I felt invincible so when my friend invited me to a party I decided to sneak out and jump in his car. There were 5 of us in the car, empty beer cans spread across the floor of the truck on the way to the outskirts of town. When my friend went up to chug a beer I saw the light turn red and turned my head to see an incoming car. It was the last thing I ever saw. Next thing I knew I was in the hospital, the wreck broke one of my arms and both of my legs, glass shards went into my eyes blinding me immediately. After months of physical therapy I was able to write again and later was able to walk unassisted. Years went on and my parents got me an eye dog, Rodgers. Rodgers was a pit-lab mix, heard he looked derpy but he was always a good boy. Always took him on walks, the park was my favorite spot because I could smell the fresh air, sprawl out on the ground with Rodgers and pretend I could see something other than blackness. It was March 16, 2019 when I saw \"her\". The park was pretty crowded that day but when I was walking by what sounded like a family I saw something. An old lady was sitting on a bench but she wasn't quite right; her arms were too long, her neck creaked to one side and her smile.. when she saw me looking at her she gave a long wide smile with jagged teeth. She, no it, it came over to me, walking that inhuman swayed walk and stopped right in front of me. \"Can I pet your dog?\" A raspy voice came out. I was stuck in fear, I wanted to run but my legs wouldn't move. I saw her bend down and I could feel Rodgers shaking through the leash. Her long jagged fingers went down to a shadow I could nearly make out and I heard a whimper and a snap as she reached her fingers into the outline of Rodgers. A heart failure, that what the vet said. Somehow a clot entered my dogs heart and killed it. I wanted to tell someone but I don't know how. 2 weeks later I hear a knocking at the door, as I make my way towards the door I see a figure through the door. \"Can I pet your dog?\" A voice cracks out, \"can I pet you?\". I drop down in the hallway and cry. Don't know when morning came but moved back into my parents place the following day. It's been better since I moved back but every night, if I glance over to wear I know my window to be, I can see her on the sidewalk, staring back.",
"I honestly don't remember the accident or even the next few weeks, hell, months after. I'm not sure if it's because of a head injury or just because until then my memories were more visual than the sounds and smells that make up all the memories I have today. I miss seeing new things outside of dreams, and with each passing year my dreams become less defined. I fear soon they'll be nothing but blobs of colors, a nice break from the not-even-black black that is all I have in my waking hours\n\nHaving Reku helps, he's soft and cares about me. The sound of his breathing as he sits in my lap always makes me feel better.\n\nReku is the best boy, always attentive and has never shown anybody (shy of the occasional squirrel) even a hint of aggression. When he stopped and growled as we were out on a walk I was honestly terrified. I ducked and cowered a bit, resting a hand on his back, awaiting his instruction. Then his tail wagged and I heard a woman ask \"Are you alright sir?\" I lifted my head up to speak to her, but as I did I was blinded (again?) by a bright light. It only lasted a moment, then I could see her. There was nothing around, just -void- as usual, but he face still reflected the sunlight that I knew was above. I scrambled backwards, tripping over myself unable to see my surroundings.\n\n\"Oh! My dad I didn't mean to startle you. Honestly I just saw your dog and wanted to compliment you on him, he looks so cute! I love dogs with jobs! - Sorry, do you want help up?\" She reached out a hand, then retracted it obviously realizing I'd be unable to see her.\n\n\"Please,\" I put out my arm and I watched as her fingers curled around mine. It was honestly a bit disorienting, as I still couldn't see the ground she was standing on. \"I'm John, and my friend here is Reku. He just got a bit antsy before you came over and I was checking on him.\"\n\n\"Sure hope I wasn't the cause of that. I'm Lyra, it's nice to meet you John.\"\n\nI couldn't stop looking at her. I was thankful I had the excuse of being blind, as I'm sure she had to notice.\n\n\"I can see you?\" I said it as a question.\n\n\"That's why I'm here, silly.\" She said, in soft mocking tone, before she stuck her tongue out at me.\n\nAfter a pause, I managed to blurt out: \"You're kinda freaking me out\"\n\n\"I do always enjoy that part. Fun to watch you squirm for a second. I'll stop teasing.\"\n\nShe snapped her fingers and my previously void vision was filled with the sight of autumn leaves and oh my god is that the sun it's so bright it hurts. It hurts. \"It hurts\" I pelted out, through deep breaths of fire.\n\n\"Yeah, give it a few days. Those lil' old eyes of yours haven't done anything in what, a half a decade, they're gonna need some time to adjust mortal\"\n\nI looked down at Reku. He was well lit but at least looking at him on the ground meant keeping my eyes away from the sky.\n\nShe reached down, her pale skin drug a hand through Reku's black fur, a comet in the night sky.\n\n\"I'll catch you around, oh, and get some eye drops.\"\n\nI dared to watch as she walked away, her black wings were now visible against the light of the sky.",
"\"Uh...I'm not really supposed to...let people pet him...\" I sputter. Because that's the only thought I can really formulate in that moment. It'd been drummed into me for weeks before I actually adopted Scoobert: if I let people pet him, it'd ruin his training. \n\n\nThe woman's face fell, and at that moment, I couldn't help noticing that she was really, really pretty. Like, in that aging Dame sort of way. She looked like she ought to be waltzing around some fancy old mansion in a ballgown. The first face I'd seen clearly in years and she was old and surprisingly pretty and sad. \n\n\n\"But-\" I choked out, my heart hammering. \"M-Maybe just this once?\"\n\n​\n\nShe brightened and crouched down, patting Scoobert on the head. Scoobert glanced up at me uncertainly, and I shrugged. Not really sure how I could explain to him that I found this moment as bizarre as he did. \n\n\n\"I used to have a dog like this,\" the woman mused. \"My father bred them for hunting ducks.\" \n\n\n\"Um...Scoobert's a poodle,\" I pointed out. \n\n\n\"Yes. I can see that.\" The woman rose and smiled at me in a way that made my insides feel like peppermints and Christmas morning. \"Well, thank you, dear. You have a nice day.\" \n\n\nAnd before I could way anything, she turned, took two steps, and vanished into the blurry scenery.",
"I could see her.\n\nIt took me a moment before that simple fact filtered through my muddled brain. By the heavens, I could see her! Since that damned accident a decade and a half ago, I’ve seen nothing but inky blackness before me. Yet here she was, nearly blinding me with details I never thought I’d see again, and she was SMILING at me.\n\nHer hair was blowing gently in the wind, and I could tell she’d washed it recently by the scent of mangos and soap that wafted delicately away with each touch of movement. It was a light blond, a color I remembered quite vividly but had only seen in my dreams for the last fifteen years. Her face was… lord, beautiful doesn’t begin to describe it. And those gorgeous emerald eyes, looking to me with an inquisitive gleam…\n\nOh. She asked me a question. Right. “Um.” I blinked, hating the fact I’d lose sight of her for even that scant sliver of time. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”\n\nShe smiled at me reassuringly. “I just asked if I could pet her. She’s an adorable little doggie.”\n\n“Ah. Well, you’re technically not supposed to pet a working dog while they’re working.” I smiled in what I hoped was a disarming way; it’d been so long since I felt like smiling, those muscles were quite rusty. “However, I’m not going anywhere, and I can hear his tail thumping, so I’ll happily allow it. Oh, and it’s a he, not a she; his name is Archie.”\n\n“Oh, he’s a cutie, yes he is!” She knelt before where I knew he was and started scrubbing in earnest. I could feel his excitement through the harness; but to his credit, Archie only leaned into the scrubbing and thumped his tail. He knew he was still on duty.\n\n“So, ah.” How in the world did I approach this? “Um, this is going to sound crazy, ma’am, but I can see you.”\n\n“I know.” She didn’t look up at me, but something about the way she said it was… disturbing? Frightening? I’m not sure. “Oh, you’re a good doggie, Archie, aren’t you? Has Ethan been treating you right, I hope?” She didn’t wait for a response before she continued, “Oh of course he has, look at how happy you are.”\n\n“Um, how do you know my name?”\n\nAgain, she didn’t look up. “I know quite a lot about you, Ethan. I know about the accident that killed your parents. I know about your struggles to adapt, how you hated living with your uncle, how you forced yourself to adapt to this new life, everything.”\n\nShe was a stalker. She had to be. I wanted to run, but really, what good would that do? Other than this gorgeous woman before me, everything around me was darkness. Running through a crowded city while blind didn’t seem like a good idea. “So… how…”\n\nShe sighed, deeply, like she was regretting her next words. “Here, Ethan. You might as well know. I’d wanted to try giving you just a bit more time, but-” She stood up and looked at me, as if second-guessing herself, before she reached out and took my hand in hers.\n\nColor exploded around me, colors and sights I hadn’t seen in forever. I gaped in open-mouthed astonishment as trees, grass, pavement, buildings, people, the sky… all of it wide open, and as full of details as I remembered.\n\nThe awe faded quickly, though, the moment I realized I was standing next to a horrific vehicle accident. Three cars were sprawled across the street, debris scattered throughout the buildings. People were rushing to the scene, trying to pull mangled bodies out of the wreckage. One man, an older man with a distinguished look, was doing CPR on someone frantically.\n\nSomething about the man receiving CPR touched deep within me, and I realized where I’d seen that profile before. It was very similar to one I’d seen in wedding photos of my father, back when he and my mother married.\n\nA chill ran down my back. “Is that…”\n\nShe nodded sadly. “I’m afraid so, Ethan. You were crossing the street when the first car spun out of control. Even if you’d had your full sight, there wouldn’t have been anything you could have done.” The woman shook her head. “It will be revealed at the trial later that the young man behind the wheel was texting. Though he survived, I’m afraid you and four others did not.”\n\n“… Oh.” I watched the scene with almost a detached interest. It’d been so long since I could see, I was unconsciously drinking up all the sordid details of what was apparently my demise. “So, that makes you...?”\n\n“I’ve come to take you home.” She smiled reassuringly. “Just take my hand, and we’ll be off.”\n\n“What about Archie?” I frantically realized I didn’t see him in amongst the wreckage. “Did he-“\n\n“Archie… can come with us, if you’d like.”\n\nThat hurt. I looked down at what had been my companion for the last four years, seeing the golden Labrador for the first time. He was, as the lady had so eloquently put it, quite adorable as he stared up at me with eyes full of love. Love, and thankfully, no pain. What that meant, I didn't want to dwell too long on...\n\n“As long as I can take Archie, then ok.”\n\n“Come along, Ethan. Your parents are expecting you.”\n\nWith those words, a blinding white light enveloped my sight, chasing away the darkness. Forever."
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[WP] NASA just announced that they've discovered a black hole headed towards our sun. ETA: 3 months
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"**HINDSIGHT**\n\nThe sun set as Otis secured his bike to the rack and locked it. Making sure his face mask was fully covering his nose and mouth, he walked inside the restaurant.\n\nMan, what a year 2020 had been, Otis thought. He felt bad for all the kids in the future who were going to have to take history tests on this year. Good luck remembering everything. Maybe it would be an open book test, surely teachers would understand. Whoever got to the other side of all this deserved to get a pass on a history test about it, he concluded as he reached the Plexiglas counter.\n\n“Doordash, pick up. Order 22.” Otis mumbled through the face mask. On the other side of the glass, the woman running the register smiled beneath her own. At least he thought she smiled; you couldn’t tell anymore these days. Unless someone had very expressive eyes, it was anyone’s guess if someone was smiling or frowning at you. Otis didn’t mind the masks too much, yeah, they caused some face acne, but they also got him out of a lot of inane conversation. As an extroverted introvert part of him welcomed the anti-social measures that were put in place.\n\nLike this order. Pre-pandemic he would’ve had to make idle chit chat with the lady behind the glass. Now, he could use the minimal amount of words with maximum efficiency and not be considered rude. Five little words and now he was done interacting until the hand off. Perfect.\n\nOf course, Otis wouldn’t have been interacting with the lady pre-pandemic. Eight months ago, he was managing bands. Scouting talent, signing new musicians. He’d worked for a boutique music shop in Nashville and things were going well. He may be an introvert and enjoy maximum efficiency, but he also had an eye and ear for skills. And a way of putting the right sets of ability together to complement each other.\n\nSomething his family hadn’t understood when he skipped going into debt for college to follow his passion for free. They hadn’t spoken in five years because of it. Otis shook his head. He loved his family but giving up his dream to wear a suit every day in the hopes his exile would be lifted from the Camden clan was not something he was willing to do.\n\nHe loved being a manager. A leader. He liked it when things worked, when they made sense. When he could run every angle and come up with impossible solutions. Like how to keep a Diva from a meltdown, while arranging for new equipment to be loaned from a closed store and finding PAs who knew how to re-rig a whole system in under an hour. Yeah, Otis thrived on chaos. Or the adrenaline it took to create order out of chaos.\n\nWhich was probably why delivering meals wasn’t something he found fulfilling. But, given the state of the world it would be another year at least before he was back to signing talent and booking them at crowded venues. If they got back to that again. Otis wondered sometimes what the new normal would be, and who would be around to experience it. No, doordash might not be his dream but it was putting food on the table and keeping his apartment paid for, so he was grateful.\n\nTimes were tough. Times were weird, and at the rate 2020 was going it was sure to get weirder.\n\nBest to count his blessings and keep on steppin’ as his grandmother was fond of saying. A brown bag came out of the kitchen and the lady handed it over, Otis accepted it with a nod and headed out the door.\n\nOnce the meal was secured in his bag, he unlocked his bike and hopped on. Confirming the address and his route, he put in an earbud and scrolled to live coverage of the Presidential debate before pocketing his phone and kicking off the curb.\n\nAs he pedaled, he listened, it sounded like a bunch of children arguing if you asked him. Worse. His niece had more decorum than either candidate when she was six. She’d be eleven now, Otis thought as he maneuvered around a couple walking their dog. He wondered if she was still as precocious.\n\nSighing, he tuned back into the broadcast. No, comparing politicians to children gave kids a bad rap. He just didn’t like getting into politics. Otis had seen families and friends torn apart by their political beliefs. In a country with over 331 million people how could any two agree? More importantly, how much could the average American actually know what was really going on behind the scenes? It’s not like anyone in power would ever actually tell them what’s going on, he thought. If *they* even knew.\n\nStill, while he personally didn’t go into his own beliefs about political matters publicly, he liked to stay informed. He tried to wade through the different media outlets and numerous reports to sort through fact and fiction for himself.\n\nHe pedaled as he listened to the debate. Finding a comfortable rhythm Otis was approaching his drop off when a piercing screech went off in his ear —\n\n“Son-of-a-”\n\nOtis braked hard on the curb. Pulling the earbud out, he rubbed his ear. Man, that hurt! He pulled out his phone to check what was on the screen and his heart dropped.\n\nThe live coverage of the debate had been interrupted.\n\nHacked might actually be a better term for it.\n\nThe video was black with block white letters running like a banner. He could still hear the screech of the alert coming from the earbud in his hand. But what the message said, changed everything.\n\n**SOURCE: NASA. FINDING: BLACK HOLE HEADED TOWARDS OUR SUN. ETA: 3 MONTHS.**\n\nOtis stared at the words as they ran across the screen.\n\nHe was in a residential area and windows were open to try to combat the southern humidity and heat. Sounds of people sitting down to eat dinner drifted on the air.\n\nA black hole.\n\nIf he remembered correctly, Einstein had theorized that inside a black hole time and space, in a way, trade places. The flow of time itself drawing falling objects into the center of the black hole, something no force in the universe could stop. At the very center of the black hole, Einstein posited, time itself was destroyed. Everything coming to an abrupt end.\n\nSome called it “reverse creation” while others wondered if it led to another universe. No one really knew because there was no way to experiment.\n\nA freaking black hole coming at us, Otis thought as he stared at his screen.\n\nHe looked around him in disbelief.\n\nHouses, driveways, trees.\n\nKids playing down the street in the cul-de-sac with a basketball.\n\nMoms watching from the porch with sweet tea in their hands.\n\nThe screen flashed again with another banner:\n\n**GOOD LUCK. — LOW-JACK.**\n\nAnd suddenly the feed was back. Showing the stage at the presidential debate in chaos.\n\nMasked people were rushing around, phones to their ear. The president and presidential candidate were yelling at each other as aides continued to scurry around them.\n\nSuddenly, the feed was cut and, in its place, commercials started playing.\n\nOtis scoffed. Great, the end of the world and they wanted him to go thirty grand in debt to buy a new car. Typical.\n\nThree months, Otis thought. Three months left.\n\nHe shook his head in wonder. Guess those kids weren’t going to have to worry about whether it would be an open book test on 2020 after all.\n\nHis phone dinged. “Delivery has arrived” popped up as a message and Otis realized he was only a house away from the delivery point. Moving in a trance, he left the food on the porch, rang the bell and went back to his bike.\n\nLooking at the horizon where the stars had started to appear in the night sky, Otis prayed.\n\nWhatever time was left, he wanted to use it wisely.\n\nTaking a deep breath, he decided. It was time to go home.\n\n \n\n\\~\\~\\~\n\nThanks for reading! For more scribblings, wander over to [r/WanderingAnonymous](https://www.reddit.com/r/WanderingAnonymous/)"
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[WP] You have always been a lucid dreamer, able to exert remarkable influence over the characters and environment you encounter while asleep. As you lie dying you feel yourself losing conciousness and slip one last time into the dreamscape...
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"I stand before a familiar set of mahogany doors. Their polished face reflects the tears brimming on mine; I close my eyes to avoid crying for joy. For a moment I just stand there, feeling the warm sunlight on my skin, smelling the faint aroma of cherry blossoms caressing my face. Then I open my eyes, and step back for a moment.\n\nThe castle towers over me, its enormous size belying its interior coziness. I should know, after all; I have spent hundreds, no, thousands of hours working on the thing. Throughout my life, every night, I would enter into this world to work on my castle, to make it feel like home.\n\nSome folks don't remember their dreams. Others can't control them. But I? I always have. I used my dream-time to build something beautiful.\n\nStanding at the closed doors, I picture the comfortable armchair in the library where I would read countless tales from ages gone by, and I remember how much I agonized over the color of the carpet to ensure it wouldn't clash with the bookshelves or walls. I imagine the observatory on the uppermost floor, where I would gaze at the uncountable stars in the sky, and I recall how many days it took me to calibrate my telescope so it would view them aright. I picture the dining room, eagerly set for a crowd of hungry and grateful souls, and I sigh as I remember the days spent in the kitchen, preparing a banquet for the guests I hoped would arrive one day.\n\nThis castle is mine. I'd used every nightly rest, every quick nap, to make this place as beautiful-- no, as *home-y* as it could be.\n\nAnd now... now, I finally am home.\n\nI wonder if he's here, waiting for me. The man I would see in my castle. The man I told myself lived in it when I was awake. I didn't know for certain if he did, but some nights I'd step outside and find the laundry hanging up to dry, or walk into an unfinished bathroom and notice the tiles on the floor had been set in their proper order. Sometimes I'd catch a glimpse of him in my dreams, but never for more than a moment. I spent most of my life hoping he was caring for my castle when I was awake and away... and somehow, I knew he was.\n\nWould he be here, now?\n\nA knot of anticipation forms in my chest. At this moment, I can't remember if I had been building this house for me, or for him. What would I do if he kicked me out? What would I do if he weren't here?\n\nThe castle door opens slowly, and I blink at the dazzling light inside.\n\nThe man is there. He smiles, he extends his hand.\n\n\"Welcome... and welcome home.\"\n\n--"
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[WP] You are the world's most feared supervillain, with an infinite arsenal of superpowers. How? Well, you originally only had shapeshifting, and that allowed you to shapeshift other powers for yourself.
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"Without any exaggeration, I can say that I am god. \nImagine anything you want to do, I can do it. Anyone you wat to be, I can be that person. I can look like a supermodel, sprint and jump like an olympian ad just for kicks I can make myself immortal. Who am I? \nTo be honest I lost track a while ago. I have vague memories as some kid in 15th century France but I can't be sure, it might have been someone I copied. \nThere isn't really any point in being yourself when you ca be anyone so, yea. I guess I am everyone and no one. I am the one who can fit into any crowd, make myself into anyone's cup of tea, be whoever I want to be. \nThere is a saying I've heard spouted with absolute sincerity \"you have to be yourself.\" I ever really understood that."
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[WP] You are a noir detective hired by a man called Mandela claiming his daughter is missing. He believes he is the only one that remembers her or what happened correctly.
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"'Tell it to me again, from the beginning.'\n\n I took a final drag from my unfiltered cigarette and looked over at the man with his loosened tie and suspenders. He didn't smile but he wasn't angry either. He just looked a bit confused. Fair enough. Those are the waters I've been swimming in for weeks now.\n\n 'I work til 5 normally but I was busy with the bills and expenses that night so when he walked in at 5:30 I didn't just throw him out. A new case would help out with the books see. He was scrawny but looked a bit like a scrapper with an nervous look on a face that had lots of smile lines. Older fellow, about 55 or 60, and he dressed like the money was there so I poured a second bourbon and asked him to take a seat.'\n\n 'The long and short of it was that he was a concerned dad that just wanted to find his missing daughter. Her name was Charlotte Mandela and she was old enough to vanish if she really wanted to, but it was unusual that she didn't check in with her father at least once a week.'\n\n 'He said she worked down at Shady Jack's on fourth. But he's been closed since that big fire. Apparently she moved out of his place just before reopening. I pressed him on whether they had some kind of row but he said it was friendly. Except since then she's been a ghost'\n\n The other guy nodded and passed me another from his pack of cigarettes. A quick light and puff and I returned to my tale.\n\n 'Louie was the bouncer when I got to Shady's. We went way back, and he had been the one to toss me out last time a case went south inside. His left hook still leaves you fuzzy.'\n\n Cigarette guy speaks up for the first time. 'Is that Louie Chicks, the boxer?'\n\n 'Yeah, you know the guy?'\n\n 'Yeah, I had twenty on his last fight.'\n\n 'Shame that.' I said, returning to my tale. 'You see Louie's been over at Shady's for a while so I figure he knows the girls that waitress there so he could give me some info. But I came up dry. No Charlotte, no new waitresses, but I could ask the girls if one of them had a friend sleeping at their place lately.'\n\n 'Four of the dames said no, but I never got to speak to the last one before some lug hits me with sap.' Never saw it coming and when I got up, Louie had me in shady's office with an ice bag on my head. Turns out that was one of the girl's boyfriend. He just didn't take too well to questions aimed at his girl.' I logged it as another street lesson and called it even. But that still left me without a clue, or a lead except for that last girl.'\n\n 'I went home after Shady came in and threw me out, but he did give me the last dame's name.' I took a deep swig of my drink and the cigarette guy grabbed me another.\n\n 'The other dame didn't pan out either did she?'\n\n 'Not only that. She never even heard of a Charlotte Mandela.' She had a roommate but her name wasn't Charlotte. But then she asked me if any of this had anything to do with Nelson Mandela. Funny, she knew the name but she said she thought that he had died years ago. \n\n 'No I talked with him this week.' I said, and I gave her one of my cards.'\n\n 'That was when I decided to go mine Mr. Mandela for more info.'\n\n 'That's why you were at the manor?'\n\n 'Yeah.' I said. 'I only wanted to figure out what was going on for my case.' \n\n Silent guy at the table finally spoke up, spinning the now open file folder so I could see.\n\n 'This the guy?' \n\n I looked down at the yellowing obituary page. There smiled Mr Mandela."
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[WP] “This is quite the list of accomplishments.” Your interviewer says as he reads your resume. Like every other interviewer, they know you as a person who has pretty much done everything. What they don’t know is that you are a thousand year old vampire.
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"You look down and see your boots sink further and further into this muck of blood, dirt, and pieces of metal. As it reaches the brim of your boot you shiver and feel it sinking in, your already damp socks now feeling as a sheep recently dragged out of the water. You focus on the feeling of your feet getting wetter and wetter, giving you a moment’s respite. Suddenly you feel an arrow whisk part your face and hit the flesh of someone behind you.\n\n“Sir, sir?” You hear a voice ask from what seems like an eternity away. You are suddenly brought 500 years forth and into a small office chair. You feel the top of the cheap “leather” uncomfortably press itself in under your shoulder blades. You look up at the voice and realise where you are. “I’m so sorry, I must have spaced out for a moment, could you repeat the question?” you say looking across the desk where your interviewer sits in his large professionally leather-bound chair. “Yes certainly, I was saying how you have quite a list of accomplishments to your name, but that some of your theories on historical objects and events at time go against the stream, and so I was wondering how, for instance, you came up with your deep insights into the Battle of Agincourt? And also please expand upon what attributes you believe make you suited for the job here as Head of the History department?” The man said back in a voice, which never really managed to change tone. Oh, if only you had any idea mortal, you think to yourself before starting to give him the answer he wants."
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[WP] Write a detective murder mystery that takes place on a space ship.
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"(Quick Note: This prompt inspired me to write another detective story from another writing prompt.) \n\n\nDetective Psychon wasn’t a fan of working while on the way to a job, but when the ship’s captain threatened to toss him out of the airlock if he didn’t help solve the murder, he figured he was at a good place to put down his book.\n\n“I suppose I can consult on this matter,” Psychon calmly conceded as he sat his book on the table.\n\n“Thank you,” sighed Captain Kára Róta. “My clients are starting to get on my last nerve over this whole situation, and we don’t need more dead bodies from me killing them.”\n\nPsychon didn’t doubt the capability of her frustration. She was a six-foot-tall humanoid lizard with sapphire-red skin and the build of a sprinter. Her wardrobe of black jeans, a black t-shirt with a blue tree on it, and a black leather jacket with a neon blue backlight collar presented her as a rebellious leader. She had a subtle scar over her right eyebrow, which is possible to correct, but Psychon assumed it was some badge of honor from a fight or a tragic reminder or possibility for looks.\n\nKára led the detective through the hallway and around a corner. The hallway’s soft blue metal walls and strips of light exhibited a style of luxury. The ship was a Class 15, so he knew it wouldn't be far whenever he was going.\n\n“What do you know about this murder?” Psychon inquired.\n\n“One: the murder weapon was a spoon,” Kára stated. “Two: the victim died of asphyxiation. Three: the cat is missing. Four: the victim’s last words were, ‘Seven is a crowd.’ Five: The Train was early.”\n\nThey turned a corner where standing guard in front of an open door was a seven-foot-tall minotaur with red bull fur and muscles that could stop any intruder. Numerous pockets adorned his outfit, from his brown camo cargo pants to his matching brown shirt. The minotaur’s firm posture relaxed at the sight of his boss.\n\n“What do you mean the train was early?” Psychon asked, confused as they were flying in space.\n\n“The Train is the name of the deceased’s business partner.”\n\n“Ah.”\n\nThe minotaur stepped aside to let Kára and Psychon inside.\n\n“Thank you, Sinas,” Kára greeted. “Did anything happen while I retrieved the detective?”\n\n“Everyone stayed put in their rooms,” Sinas happily reported. \n\n“That’s a relief,” Kára chirped. “Anyway, Detective Psychon, meet the deceased and The Train.”\n\nPsychon stepped inside. The room was exactly like his on the ship with deep purple padded walls with a trim of white lights along the ceiling border. Sitting perfectly still on the large purple bed was The Train, a small furry green cube-shaped species known as quadratums. The Train began to speak, but Psychon held up his finger for them to be silent as he continued to scan the room.\n\nOn the floor was the victim, another quadratum. The deceased had a large spoon sticking out in their mouth. While The Train wore a formal three-piece black suit, their client had on a paint-stained hooded robe. Surrounding the body were seven different stuffed animals of original creatures.\n\nPsychon let his figure down and gave The Train a look of acquisition. “Tell me about this person and what you’re doing here.”\n\n“His name is Lignite, and he’s a toy designer,” The Train blurted out as he fiddled with his fingers. “We have a meeting on Viophus to discuss a manufacturing deal. We booked separate rooms, but we planned to get together to review our presentation. I was early for our meeting, and when I approached the door, I heard Lignite shout, ‘Seven is a crowd,’ and then I heard a loud thump. I banged on the door, and then I pulled out the backup key Lignite gave me if he locked himself out, which he tends to do. I let myself in and found him dead. I promptly called the captain, and here we are.”\n\n“Found the cat,” a male voice called out from the hallway.\n\nPsychon turned to the young adult human holding a black cat in his arms.\n\n“Need to add a number six, one of these may be a lie,” Psychon commented to Kára.\n\n“Excellent work, Rafael,” Kára thanked, ignoring Psychon. “Hold onto the cat.”\n\n“Actually,” Psychon interjected. “Would you sit the cat down in the room?”\n\nRafael looked at Kára for confirmation. Kára nodded, and Rafael gently placed the cat on the plush, black carpeted floor. The cat bolted out of the room and down the hallway. Rafael ran after it.\n\n“There’s something in this room that’s bothering the cat,” Psychon pointed out. “Tell me, Kára, can you shut off the fire suppression in the room?”\n\n“Yeah, but why?” she replied.\n\n“Humor me.”\n\nKára held a finger on her black bracelet. “Yo, Norbit, turn off the fire suppression system in guest room three, please.”\n\nA robotic series of beeps replied over the bracelet. \n\n“It’s done,” Kára said. “Thank you, Norbit.”\n\nPsychon took off his pointy black hat decorated with an eclectic assortment of patches sew throughout. He blindly reached around inside until he pulled out a red stick with a trigger on it. He gently pulled on the trigger, igniting a small flame from the point. \n\n“We should honor Lignite’s last request,” the detective proclaimed. “Seven is a crowd, so let’s burn these toys to honor him.”\n\n“No!” plead the stuffed toy that was a cross between a unicorn and a beaver as it sprung to life.\n\nEveryone except Psychon jumped back, surprised.\n\n“A fabrication,” The Train muttered. “I-I just assumed you were some new toy I hadn’t seen yet.”\n\n“That was the point,” the fabrication confessed. “Lignite’s been ripping off my designs, and when I learned he had a big deal coming his way, I wanted to make I got my fair share. When he wouldn’t cut me in, I shoved that spoon down his throat.”\n\nWith a crack of a smile on his face, Psychon strolled out with his hands in his jacket pockets. “Mystery solved. I expect my next ride to be free.”"
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[WP] Whenever you read a book its characters actually experience it in a parallel realm. If you don't finish it, the hero's journey will also never end and things will fall to ruin. You're one of the people in charge of ensuring that all books are finished so that heros get to save their worlds.
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" The Ministry of Parallel Realms that Actually Exist Outside of Fiction, or MPRAEOF, pronounced ‘m-*pray*\\-of’ by its employees, had always been a busy place. Millions were employed in various branches around the globe, all of them ensuring that ‘A book started is a book finished. A book bought is a book read’, the motto of the Ministry.\n\nUnder its wing were failed authors who never finished their first drafts, disgruntled writers who hadn’t had much success in the popular writing platforms online, fanfic-writer and fan artist volunteers, and small-time authors with a kind heart who knew the pains of self-publishing. Sometimes while walking through the corridors, one could even stumble upon the ghosts of greats like Dostoevsky in the Moscow branch or Austen in London and Hampshire. They mostly made a face at the depreciating quality of what humans now called a ‘novel’, but also helped out the Department of Struggling Writer Motivation when prodded enough. \n\nBut the most stressful department was, inarguably and decided upon by official MPRAEOF poll, was the Department of Readership Request for Books Not Completely Read. \n\nThose at DSWM would argue that they had the toughest job, having to make unenthusiastic, unmotivated and, sometimes, uninspired writers to just *finish that goddamn book* (‘Just write *something* damnit!’). But make no mistake as it was up to the DRRBNCR to find a readership for however terrible story the writer, after much prodding, churned out. *And then make the readers finish it*.\n\nThe Holy Gods of Various Literary Genres had gathered at some point in history after writing and publishing became common parlance. They had realized that the worlds that we created on paper, the characters we lovingly developed, the storyline, the arcs – everything – everything was being enacted in some other parallel dimension. At first, they thought that perhaps the humans had developed a new ability – of being able to learn about these parallel dimensions through the power of our subconscious, and then call them ‘stories’ because our science was still in the sticks.\n\nBut it began to become increasingly clear that that was not the case. These ‘parallel worlds’ were a product of our own creation – as soon as the pen touched the paper and scribbled out a word, *poof!* And a new world was created. Writers were akin to gods in that sense, except that they didn’t know. This realization happened when the Holy Gods saw the new worlds disintegrating when the writer stopped halfway through the story, citing a lack of ideas.\n\nSo the Ministry was created. Back then it only had one department, the DSWM.\n\nBut sometime in the 90s, when computers and the internet saw a growth spurt globally, the Holy Gods gathered to address another problem – the dimensions that were created through the writers’ imaginations ended – and by 'end', I mean the Apocalypse – in violent ways. Some realities were torn in two, some reached a state of maximum entropy and all activities ceased; yet others collapsed in on themselves.\n\nThe Department of Parallel Dimension Investigation submitted a report stating readers that never completed reading the book as the cause of this. This was not an issue in books with a huge following, but those written by small-time authors who hadn’t attracted mass readership. \n\nAt first, though, no one bothered was much bothered and the Holy Gods went back to their works. But soon it was found that dimensional collapses often affected the writer; this was manifested in a lack of motivation to write sequels or spinoffs.\n\nThe Holy Gods of Major and Conventional Genres – Romance, Drama, Thriller, Detective – didn’t have any problem since most of their writers were doing well. But the smaller Gods – bangsian, bildungsroman, punk, hard science fiction – demanded something be done. After all, it was *their* writers who suffered when readers flocked to popular genres. The former blamed poor workmanship; the latter blamed consumer culture and copycat fictions that were prone to jump on the ‘trend’ bandwagon. The Holy God of Erotica just remained quiet and watched the show.\n\nAfter some squabbling, the DRRBNCR, affectionately called ‘dur-bunker’, was formed.\n\nThey were the PRs of the writing community, ensuring that ‘A book bought is a book read’. They ensured that the Parallel Worlds were allowed to run their natural course. This included ensuring that the author had enough readership until they finished their storyline and brought their characters closure, and subtly encouraging readers to *finish that damn book*.\n\nThe main problem in the early days of the DRRBNCR was bad worldbuilding. Most of the time, the Parallel World would create its own set of rules from the details fed into it. And then came world-holes that even the Parallel World could not wrap its head around. The most famous example was the Case of the Convenient Vampire, a post-2000s supernatural fiction in which a character (a vampire) appears out of nowhere every time the protagonist gets into trouble. They can’t read each other’s minds, then what the hell was happening?\n\nThankfully, someone in a popular forum pointed out that the vampire was a possible stalker. From then on, it was a common strategy for DRRBNCR employees to pose questions on forums to ensure that the Parallel World didn’t disintegrate into chaos just after completion of the story.\n\nTo further simplify and automate the process, fanfiction writers were hired to play around with potential plotholes and create works that, subtly, solved these. This also gave the Parallel World a more definitive set of rules. Post-2010, it also became common for fan artists to join the DRRBNCR to help visualize the lore of the Parallel World in more vivid detail. After all, pictures speak a thousand words.\n\nThe issue of unlikeable characters was another problem. Rudeness, possessive male leads, second-hand embarrassment donators, clumsiness – these were some traits that made a reader either throw the book out the window or dump it in a dark corner of their room.\n\nFanfic writers tried to salvage some of it by changing character personalities in their works, but even they could only go so far. DRRBNCR employees hired hackers to increase search interest in the word ‘fandom’; soon it entered the mainstream lexicon and people started identifying with it. This gave them a chance to connect to fellow readers (or haters) and discuss the book they were reading. Some people, after seeing all the hate that a character gets in the fandom, picked up and *actually finished the book*. Others would read it only to diss it, or call themselves ‘an ironic fan’.\n\nThings had been running smoothly for decades now. After all, with tons of new social media sites springing up, it was far easier to reach a wider audience that would read your story till the end… or was it?\n\nYesterday, a memo had come in from the superiors at DRRBNCR. It highlighted the new challenge that the Department was going to face in the coming decades. With the popularity of online writing platforms that tended to popularize and commodify a certain genre – a ‘trope’, to be more precise – ever-increasing, the challenge was to divert readership to stories outside these popular tropes. Then ensure that they actually read it beyond the first few pages.\n\n‘We would need a more comprehensive analysis of the issue at hand before deciding the future course of action. Our understanding suggests a lack of concentration and short memory spans, coupled with publishing on the wrong platform, and also a general lack of good platforms for less popular literary genres. Some elements of help from the Holy Gods of Various Literary Genres might be required to tackle this problem. Until then, everyone at DRRBNCR is requested to continue work on their current project.’",
"The basement stairs were old and musty. Careful not to fall on a broken step, I manuvered my way down to the dusty cement floor. Grandpa passed away recently, and I was curious to find his old pocket watch to keep as a memory of him. He gave it to me as a kid, but I must have misplaced it over the years. It wasn't in the attic, so I thought the basement would be promising. The light barely worked and it smelled of wet mold. I never liked going down there. Rummaging through piles of rusted tools and boxes of decaded toys from childhood, I uncovered a book. Normally this would be a stressor, as I'm adement about finishing each and every protagonists destiny. Now especially would not be a good time to dive into a novel and save a hero from doom, as I'm still processing grandpa's death. But this book was odd. It had nothing on the cover and seemed ridiculously old. I'd imagine anything in the basement would be aged, but the pages were practically stained yellow from time. How long could this book even be down here for? I couldn't resist, so I picked up the book and opened the grey cover. \n\nIt was a medieval story of a young boy, placed into a dungeon with nothing but bare stone walls, a bucket, and a single torch. I could feel the pain and confinement of his soul as I read along. It never mentioned why he was imprisoned, but informed me of his increasing mental degredation and slow decline into pyschosis as he aged. He was there for years. Nothing to do but think and stare. Waiting for his daily rations to come from the dungeon guard. You'd think this would be a boring story, but the emotions elicited from his eternal thinking and self reflection were heavy. \n\nThe only possession the boy was imprisoned with was a pocket watch. Aging older and older, the boy became a man. The pocket watch broke along with his brain. At the finale of his ego dying to a state of sheer nothingess, the pocket watch lied on his side, broken and unticking. Then turning the next page I found the back cover. There was no ending. He never left the dungeon. I couldn't imagine the pain in his soul. It ached my heart that I couldn't give this man a peaceful end in his realm. The ignorance of the author, unknowingly sentancing a man to a eternal days of sitting and checking his broken watch. There was nothing I could do this time. At least his emotions were gone, and the mental breakdowns could be mollified to an apathetic state of emptyness, by the lack of stimulus. I placed the book down, and felt cold metal brush my hand in the dark corner of the shelf. I felt around and pulled out grandpa's pocket watch. Covered in dust and dirt I flipped it over to check for his engraved initials and found them. I walked back up the rotten stairs and folded down the steel case to find that the screen was cracked, and of course it was unticking."
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[WP] In the near future the whole world has forgotten what it's like to write, draw and craft with their own hands. In a world where AI does every little things for you, you choose to view the world differently, and with that you try to change the world.
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"Alex got through half of his lecture before someone asked the obvious question. For 30 minutes he talked in front of a large dark room about the process of writing, of painting, of creating and learning, about the painful and frustrating series of challenges that a human must go through before creating something of value. And now, someone finally asked the question which was really the heart of the problem:\n\n\"But why? Why would you go through this long and excruciating process to create, debate or discover something when a computer can do it so much better?\"\n\nAlex silently sighed. He knew that most people nowadays weren't aware of the concept of personal growth, and that the idea of improving oneself was completely foreign to them. He answered: \"obviously, a human could never create something that would actually compete with the standards of ai, but this is not about the result, it is about improving yourself, and learning to see the world and express yourself in new ways\".\n\n\"But why would anyone want to improve themselves?\", said a woman in the back of the room. \"Life is great for humans right now, being able to do pretty much anything, and without having to work, all thanks to ai. Why is it worth it to sacrifice that simple and easy life?\".\n\n\"The feeling you get from accomplishing a goal, or creating something you are proud of is a better feeling than anything you can feel in a life that is completely static, in which you stay the same for its entirety.\"\n\nAnd so the debate continued. In a few minutes, another voice joined the discussion, and then another, and by the time his allotted window ended, Alex estimated that atleast half of the room was engaged with him. He knew that he didn't fully convince anyone, but he got them thinking, and that was enough for him.\n\nHe was feeling quite satisfied with himself as he walked of the stage, and the many small speakers in the room behind him sounded a recording of a clapping audience. In a few seconds, the 40 computers in the room were already reset and prepared for the next speaker."
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[WP] You turn 18 today, you are so excited you feel tingles all over you body. You think it’s normal until you feel an agonizing pain. You scream for help and rush to bathroom mirror. What you see shocks you.
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"My eyes locked onto my reflection as i scanned myself for anything that could’ve caused this almost unbearable pain searing throughout my body, the only difference i could see was a tuft of white fluff sticking up just past my shoulder blades. I reached backwards curiously and tugged on it, trying to remove the fluff from my body only to get a jolt of pain sent down my back once i did. I observed what i held in my hand then, a singular white feather like that of a dove. \n\nSuddenly the pain came back, stronger than before and leaving me doubled over. It was getting to the point where i was tearing up and started fearing that i was going to drop dead any moment. That was also when i felt something shift beneath my shirt, there was something soft dragging along my back, a very strange feeling. I stood back up and faced the mirror once more. \n\nThe first thing i noticed was that i was lot more pale, all of the blood had left my face it seemed. The second thing was that my eyes had changed colour. What once were hazel had now changed to a soft golden colour, like the glinting sun as it came over the horizon. The third and final thing i noticed was the small\nwhite tufts has now grown larger, silkier. I turned to the side to see small lumps growing underneath my shirt, carefully pulling it off only to reveal a pair of beautiful white wings sprouting from my shoulders and falling all the way down, almost reaching my thighs. \n\nI had wings."
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[WP] Evil finally triumphed over good, life is supposed to be great now. As a lowly minion your life is actually worse now than when good was in charge and you've had enough.
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"\"I don't know man, it just feels.... weird.\" \n\nAs I sat across the room from my good friend Jon Bone Jovi, he tilted his skull in a quizzical gesture.\n\n\"What do you mean man? We won! The Almighty Zalthrax is ruler of the world, and we helped him get there. That's something to be proud of.\"\n\nHe was right, of course. For 15 years now, I've been working with Zal on dominating the world. I'm the oldest of his minions, the first he ever managed to reanimate when he took up necromancy. \n\n\"And I'm proud for him, don't get me wrong,\" I said with a sigh. \"It's just been such a long struggle to get to this point, I guess I never thought about what would happen when we finally won.\"\n\nJon sat back in his chair, placing his bony hands behind his head and propping his feet up on a large rock. \"I'll tell you what we do,\" he said with what I imagine would have been a smirk, if he had any muscles left to smirk with. \"We relax! We've been busting our asses for years now, we deserve a little rest.\"\n\nI stood up from the ground on which I lay, dusting off my bones. \"Yeah,\" I said as I turned towards doorway. \"I guess you're right.\"\n\nI never really understood the phrase \"rest in peace\". Ever since Zalthrax reanimated me, I've almost forgotten what rest is. Have you ever gone to lay down at night and rest your eyes, only to realize you don't have eyelids? Ever tried to pull a blanket over yourself, only to realize that you can no longer feel the warmth? No, of course not. We don't think about these things when we're alive. \n\nIt stopped bothering me after a while. There was always something to do, and I never tired. I was more productive than any living human could be. The constant workload made it so I never had to be alone with my thoughts, which scared me more than any blade our enemies wielded. \n\nAs I walked aimlessly, I found myself in front of the large oak doors marking the entrance to the throne room. They were inlaid with intricate golden runes, depicting the seal of the royal family. Or rather, the former royal family. Carvings in the granite walls depicted humans of all shapes and sizes, laughing and smiling. I gazed into the candle sconce next to me, and tried to call up the vestigial memories of how I must have smiled back then. \n\nFrom behind the doors, a great rumbling voice resounded throughout the halls. \"Who dares approach the throne room of The Almighty Zalthrax!?\"\n\nI pushed open the solid doors and poked my head through the opening. Sitting upon the throne of lush velvet was a dark, shadowy figure, with malice radiating in every direction. The candles on the wall flickered in his dominating presence. \n\n\"Hey Zal, it's just me,\" I said, shuffling into the cavernous hall. As I did, the form upon the throne receded into the shape of a young man in shadowy robes. His face was pale and jagged, his eyes dark, with heavy bags beneath them. \n\n\"Oh,\" the man said in a much calmer voice, a friendly smile creeping across his face. \"Hey Greg, how's it going? How are you liking the new castle?\"\n\nI looked around the room for a moment before answering. The ceilings towered far above me, with grand stone pillars supporting the heft of the structure. A massive chandelier hung from above, adorned with a thousand twinkling lights. The walls were made of endless twisting patterns, weaving in and out like the braids of a rope. Each line was made of the finest gold, each detail gleaming more resplendently than the one before it. All this splendor, and yet.....\n\nIt looked so empty. \n\n\"It's so much bigger,\" I said at last, looking back at Zalthrax. His face erupted into a toothy grin as he looked around. \n\n\"I know, right?\" he exclaimed with joy as he took everything in. \"To think, we started out in a dingy cave with a single cot.\" He stood up from the throne, and began to stride towards the open balcony behind him. I followed him out onto the balcony, a warm breeze rustling his hair. \"And now,\" he said, gesturing out at the landscape in front of him. \"We've finally done it.\"\n\nI turned my head to follow his gaze, and for the first time laid my eyes upon the valley which we called home. I saw at last the impact of what we had done, the amazing feats for which we all fought. The mountains which once harbored life of all forms lay barren and craggy, utterly destroyed by the wars we waged. The villages, once full of those laughing people I saw carved in the wall, reduced to smoldering ash. Other villages burned still, filling the air above with an acrid smoke. In the castle town below lay scores of slaughtered men, women, and children, soldiers and commoners alike. The army of the dead had no compassion for the living. The rivers that once ran sparkling water throughout the land flowed with a deep red hue. The sound of morning birds, which once filled the air with song, was replaced with the cries of vultures and ravens, scouring the valley for any morsel of joy which might remain. \n\nWhen I turned my head back, Zalthrax was staring at me, the joy on his face fading to a contemplative smile of concern. \n\n\"Yet something still bothers you,\" he said. \n\nI looked at him, then back out at our new kingdom. \n\n\"It's everything you ever hoped for,\" I said back blankly. \"15 years of struggle, and pain, all to get here.\"\n\n\"And you've been by my side every step of the way,\" he returned. \"Never tiring, always working to further our cause. This is as much your victory as it is mine, Greg. Don't forget that.\" He rested his hand on my shoulder, attempting to comfort me. \n\n\"Yeah,\" I said, turning back to face him. \"But... what comes next?\"\n\nIt was his turn to look back out across the balcony, as he thought about what to say. \n\n\"Someday,\" he chuckled, \"we'll go out and find another kingdom to conquer. But for now, I think we just relax.\" He turned abruptly, walking away from the balcony, with me following suit. \n\n\"In any case,\" he added, \"the King's execution is scheduled for tomorrow. You should get some rest. You've more than earned it.\" \n\nI retreated towards the tall oak doors, contemplating what Zalthrax had said. As Zalthrax took his seat once again upon the throne, I slipped through the doors and began to walk back towards my quarters. \n\nAs I got to the door marking my room, I gazed into one of the many full-length mirrors adorning the walls of the castle. My face remained as static and unchanging as ever. Walking into the room, I lay down on the floor. I cast my unclosing eyes towards the ceiling, and pondered the question I had been avoiding for so long. \n\nHow does a tireless warrior rest, when his battles have all been won?"
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[WP] You're an assassin who gets, secret, encoded orders from coffee cups at the cafe. Today, the orders got mixed up.
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"The café door swings open by a flick of Malachi's thumb. The strong aroma of ground coffee and steamed milk fill his nostrils as he brushes snow off of his black cape. His grimace smoothens as the familiar smells bring him at ease. Another start to another mission. If assassins had a choice of how to start their day, this had to be his favorite.\n\nYoung patrons stare at the imposing figure, flabbergasted by his aura. The crowd grows quiet as he walks towards the counter, frozen in place by the gravitas of his presence. Malachi gives them the slightest of nods and turns his eyes towards the barista. \n\n\"Still got it,\" he thinks to himself. \n\nThe regulars keep their heads buried behind their open newspapers. An old man snores away on the upholstered, Burgundy chair by the fire, unimpressed by the spectacle.\n\n\"Oy, welcome to Starbucks. What can I getcha?\" the barista asks.\n\n\"Order for Malachi the Black.\" A crow's caw manifests somewhere behind them. Malachi smirks at the patrons' confused looks as they turn to find the source.\n\n\"One sec, stranger.\" \n\nThe barista disappears into the back and reappears with a standard Starbucks cup of piping hot coffee. Malachi thanks him with a gold coin and sits by the window. He opens the lid of his coffee and takes the first sip. The scalding, black liquid feels cool on Malachi's tongue. He swigs it and swallows, embracing the warm river down his throat. He stares out the window and meditates on today's forecast. \n\nThe white snow blankets the field outside the café. Malachi ponders if the snow will be another factor to think about while dragging the body of his victim. He would have to pick up his Winged shoes to avoid leaving his tracks in the snow. The wind would make using arrows a nuisance. And steel would be clumsy. Everything pointed to a dagger kill. His favorite kind of kill.\n\nHe chugs the rest of his coffee and waits anxiously for the message to dry. \n\n\"TARGET: MALACHI THE BLACK. DANGEROUS. MAGICAL GARROTE OR SAMURAI SWORD.\"\n\nMalachi spits the remainder of his coffee. He grips the coffee cup and wipes his eyes with his free hand. \n\n\"Was this intended...for me?\" Malachi looks inside the cup again. It's unmistakable, the glowing, yellow letters inside the empty cup show his name and his weakness. He turns around, looks at the other patrons. Several quickly look away, while the snoring man keeps snoring. He studies the room for a clue. \n\n\"This hit was meant for someone else. Someone fucked up...ogrely,\" Malachi thinks to himself.\"\n\nHe heads for the restroom, watching for someone to follow. He would vault up to the ceiling and hold himself up, avoiding the assassin's surprise attack. As he turns the corner to enter the Warlock's Bathroom, he overhears a commotion brewing at the front counter.\n\n\"Are you daft?! I asked for an order for Mordecai the Mack! What do you mean the order was already picked up?!\"\n\nThe barista stuttered an apology to the patron with glowing fists. He swiped the sweat off his forehead and disappeared. He came back with an older barista at his side. He held a list that looked like it could unroll through a dozen floors. \n\n\"Arright, whasyerr name again?\"\n\n\"Mortdecai the Mack!\"\n\n\"Erhhmm...ah here ye are. Nope, sorry, yer drink's already been picked up. See here...5 minutes ago. Just missed it.\"\n\n\"You IDIOT! You gave my drink to someone else! O, furious fire of Hell, grant me your power...\"\n\n \nThe patron levitated into the air, his eyes glowing red. The bystanders begin to scream and empty out of the café, while the seated regulars twirled their fingers to produce protection charms. The sleeping man kept sleeping. \n\n\"Wait, hold on...Ahhh, here's the trouble. Gary, you CUNT! Ye DID mix em up!\" The older barista grabs his employee by the neck and slams him into the counter. The young barista's face turns flat and he disappears. \"Beg ya pardon, Mr. Mortdecai. We'll have yer order out in the flap of a pixie's wing.\"\n\nMalachi slips out into the cold and hides himself behind some barrels. He found the identity of his pursuer. Now he just needs to wait somewhere conspicuous. He opens the barrels and jumps into an empty one. \n\nA few moments later, Mortdecai walks out of the store and takes a right, stopping in front of Malachi. Through the creaks of planks, he sees Mortdecai pull out a compass, confused by the directions it's taking him.\n\n\"Bloody hell, thing is broken again.\" \n\nMortdecai throws the compass down and whips out a silenced pistol. Malachi scoffs to himself at the non-magical weapon his pursuer uses. He casts an Invisibility Spell and hops out of the barrel. His cloven hooves hover over the snow. He pulls the Garrote Wire out of his jacket and readies himself.\n\nThe kill is quick. The old assassin had a weak trachea. It snaps almost immediately after the wires tighten around his mask. Almost too quick.\n\nMalachi turns his body over. His face is frozen in twisted pain. But there's a striking familiarity to it. He has a birthmark over his lip, like he does. Heterochromia: a black right iris, a golden left iris. Like him. He gets up and grabs his neck. What is going on here?\n\nHe feels the bullet before he hears the sound of the gun's muzzle roar. A silver morning star bullet pierces his right shoulder. He falls to the ground as the pain blazes surges through his whole body. A migraine follows. He claws at the snow to crawl away. He would see his face, before he dies. He staggers up and lifts his eyes to his assailant, dagger in hand. \n\nIt's the sleeping man from the café. \n\n\"You?\" is the only word Malachi manages to say as the blade slices through his neck. \n\nHis head falls unceremoniously onto the virgin snow. As the life slips away from him, he manages to hear his assailant's final words. \n\n\"It's Nikolai the Quack. It's done. The brothers are dead.\""
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[WP] A ghost who's been around for a bit encounters the half-trapped spirit of a zombie for the first time
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"Harold lived his life in indecision, and soon he would die that way too. The clutching hand of anxiety squeezed his chest as the waiter took his order. \n\n\"Could I have the salmon, please? Wait, no, how about the filet mignon? Actually, sorry, could I just have the chicken?\" \n\n\"Of course, sir. What would you like as your side?\"\n\nSeveral minutes later, he had successfully ordered a meal. Several hours after that, Harold, walking down 8th Avenue (9th Avenue would probably be faster, but why change what works?), stepped out into the crosswalk. He was halfway across when he was deafened by the roaring horn of a city bus, growing louder by the millisecond. Faced with the inevitability of Newton's First Law, any other person would have retreated to the curb or pressed on across the road. Harold was not *any other person.* Instead, he found himself frozen by the inability to make a single confident choice.\n\nHarold awoke in a place that was decidedly not 8th Avenue. A light wind tickled his face from the left and then from the right. As soon as he noticed that the breeze was cool, it became warm. The long twilit shadows of the surrounding willows smothered the cobblestone road ahead. At that moment, he had the first certain thought in his life. *I'm in limbo. Nothing better to do than to walk, I guess*.\n\nAfter walking for some time, or no time, or for all-time, Harold noticed, some distance ahead, a shape rising from the road. As he drew closer, the form solidified. A mighty black door arose from the cobblestones, banded with iron, and forming a pointed arch. Thin air surrounded the portal. A plaque set into the road read, \"Welcome to Death's Domain. Once you open this door, you may not return.\"\n\nThe finality sent a shiver down Harold's spine. *Might as well head back before I make a big decision like that*. And so he did, retracing his steps over the cobblestone back to where he first emerged in limbo. Only now did he notice a door identical to the one he had seen, except for the fact that this one was white with brass banding. \"Welcome to Earth. Stay as long as you want!\" read the plaque under the white door. *I can go back?* Harold wondered with hope growing in his heart. He gripped the handle of the door and pulled.\n\nHe returned to Earth in the same place where he had left. Flickering red light flooded his vision. Turning, he witnessed an EMT zipping a body bag. The face he saw was his own. \"What the hell?\" he yelled, but nobody seemed to hear him. He reached his hand toward the shoulder of a nearby responder, but his hand passed directly through them. They shivered, and Harold realized he was a ghost.\n\nTrapped halfway between life and death, Harold spent the next year wandering the Earth. Only once dead, with nothing left to risk, was he finally able to live. Harold scaled the mightiest mountains and walked to the deepest crevices of the ocean. Once satisfied, he returned to limbo. \n\nIn limbo, desperate screaming assaulted his ears. Turning to the source of the screaming, he found a man. The man seemed to be only half there - he was translucent, and Harold could see directly through the screaming man to the road ahead. \n\nHarold went to him. \"Hey! I'm here with you. What's going on? Are you okay?\"\n\nThe man was, in fact, not okay. A ghost is born when a dead man returns to Earth from limbo. A zombie is born when that man refuses to go to limbo in the first place. The spirit splits in two, half to life, half to death; the sensation is identical to that of being drawn on a rack. When a zombie groans, a sharp scream mirrors it in limbo.\n\nAmidst the screams, the man repeated one phrase constantly. \"I don't want to die! I don't want to die!\"\n\n\"I'm sorry, but that ship has sailed,\" Harold said calmly, \"We're in limbo now. You've already died, and so have I. The name's Harold. I'm walking this way. Would you join me?\"\n\nHarold walked onward, taking the man's hand in his own as he went. So it was that they passed among the willows, into the queer breeze, under the twilit sky, feet falling over the cobblestones. Harold regaled the man with his tales of death. \"You wouldn't believe what I found down there, miles underneath the surface!\" With each story Harold told, the man coalesced. When they came to the shadow of the black door, there was no screaming. At that moment, only one sound echoed through limbo. The hinges uttered a deep groan as Harold opened the door. Then, he stepped through it."
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[WP] You, an immortal god, has been worshipped for forever. Bored, you give a peasant a regular quarter and tell them if they find the difference between the quarter and a normal quarter, they will have infinite power.
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"\"***...and if you find the difference between this quarter and all other quarters, I will grant thee infinite power.***\"\n\n\"Is it different because you gave it to me?\"\n\n\"***...That's not the difference I'm looking for, try again.***\"\n\nI was frankly annoyed at God moving the goalposts on me. Thankfully, I had captured this all on my phone (because who wouldn't film if God's there?). When he left me alone with a lifeline to talk to Him, I immediately got to work.\n\nFirst up was getting a good lawyer. And I mean Good, I needed this to be respectable to Christians who read this in the news. Getting the Pope's lawyer was expensive, but I convinced him the payout would be divine. \n\nNext was figuring out the nature of proceedings. Who judges over God? Who's impartial? I managed to get a rural Japanese magistrate who hadn't heard of Christianity to say he'd hold judgement, though I don't think he quite understood what he was signing up for. At least he was cheaper than the lawyer.\n\nWith everything set up, I called God.\n\n\"***Hello? God speaking.***\"\n\n\"Hi God, it's me, Megan. You gave me a quarter?\"\n\n\"***Ah yes, the quarter. Heh. Figure anything out yet?***\"\n\n\"That's actually not why I wanted to talk to you, I'm actually informing you that you've been summoned to trial in Tokyo. The papers are here. Hope you get a good lawyer. Bye.\"\n\n\"***Huh? Wait, come back!***\"\n\nAnyways, you can read about it more in my tell-all autobiography:\n\n##The Bible 2\n\n###*Megan Smith on Her Path to Divinity*"
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[WP] “Oh, am I thinking out loud again? Sorry, I’m still getting used to this whole telepathy thing.”
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" \\[Fresh Recruits\\]\n\n\"You don't have to apologize every time,\" Rose giggled. \"That's why we're practicing; try it again.\" The pair of new friends sat in a diner for a Saturday brunch. They met on a crowded subway when [Rose read his mind](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/a32ma5/wp_youve_always_carried_the_subtle_lingering_fear/) and gave him her number. When he finally called, Rose suggested the diner; she explained the mid-morning rush would help Ruben hone his control. Ruben never heard of Mundo's, but he had to admit the food was great. Ruben closed his eyes and concentrated on keeping his thoughts to himself. The meal was still fresh in his mind.\n\n\"*That was the best steak and eggs I\"ve ever had,\"* Ruben thought.\n\n\"YOU can come back any time, Melón!\" A bald man with a forest green beard called out from the kitchen. Rose giggled again and shook her head.\n\n\"You're trying too hard,\" she said. Ruben leaned closer to the center of the table and lowered his voice to a whisper.\n\n\"Did he call me a melon?\" Ruben asked. Rose laughed again, but this time she nodded; her pink bangs bobbed with the motion.\n\n\"One thing at a time. Get your thoughts under control, then we'll explain the rest to you.\"\n\n\"Or you can just get a tattoo,\" Mundo said. The stocky bald man appeared next to their table and gave Ruben a slice of pie. \"On the house for my new favorite customer,\" he grinned.\n\n\"Oooh yeah, I didn't think about that,\" Rose said.\n\n\"Tattoo?\" Ruben asked. He was trying to follow the conversation as best he could. He knew Rose and apparently, a notable portion of the population could hear his thoughts as if he were broadcasting them. She seemed to know how and why it was happening, and it looked like Mundo did too. Though, he had no idea what a tattoo had to do with anything. While thinking about it; he noticed that Mundo had an Earth tattooed on his right hand with the number 37 above it. He also knew Rose had a rose tattooed on the back of her neck with the number 41 on its petals.\n\n\"You want me to take care of the kitchen so you can do the honors?\" Rose asked Mundo with a friendly smile. Ruben got the impression the two were old friends.\n\n\"Rosita, I would love that,\" Mundo sighed. \"But, it would be selfish. I have standards to maintain. Not just anyone can cook the world's best steak and eggs,\" he patted Ruben on the shoulder and chuckled.\n\n\"You go ahead, but stick around until things calm down. We'll get a tattoo on him.\" Mundo waved and returned to the kitchen.\n\n\"Tattoo?\" Ruben asked again.\n\n\"You are what's known as a Unique Soul; Mundo and I are too. Right now, your soul is in what's called, 'Slumbering' mode,\" Rose added air quotes around slumbering. \"Your abilities are kind of leaking out. But if we Awaken your soul, you'll have control over them. To Awaken your soul you need to get your number on your skin; you're number 11. El melón. I'm number 41, La Rosa, and Mundo is number 37. El Mundo.\"\n\n\"Is that why I can't read your thoughts? Because I'm not Awakened yet?\" Rose shook her head.\n\n\"El melón can broadcast and read the minds of other melons, but it's not full telepathy. You'll also be able to thicken your skin somewhat; kind of like I can do this,\" Rose said. She held up her arm and Ruben watched thick, spiky thorns sprout out of her skin.\n\n\"Whoa...,\" Ruben was impressed and excited that he was special like her. The thorns receded and Rose lowered her arm.\n\n\"So... I need to get a melon tattooed on me?\" Ruben said with slight concern. Rose giggled.\n\n\"You only need the number 11, but I like roses, so I added a rose to mine.\"\n\n\"So there are other melons and roses and mundos out there?\"\n\n\"It depends on what you mean by, 'out there',\" Rose said. \"On this Earth, no. That's why we're called Unique Souls, only one of us per Earth, not that every Earth gets every Unique.\"\n\n\"Hold on. *Other* Earths?\" The thing that surprised Ruben most was that he immediately accepted it as true. The moment she mentioned it, deep inside it felt like something he'd always known. \"That sounds amazing! Why didn't you mention that sooner?\" Rose shrugged.\n\n\"It doesn't mean much for you and me; we can't leave this Earth.\"\n\n\"So we know there are other Earths out there, but there's no way to get to them?\" Ruben asked. Rose shook her head.\n\n\"Getting to them is easy for Uniques that aren't rooted to their Earth. We literally can't leave this one, even with a portal right in front of us.\" Ruben suddenly became aware of a tall old man that approached their table. He wore a forest green suit with a gold vest. His right eye drew Ruben's attention immediately. It seemed to be a glass eye painted to look like a globe; and it rotated slowly in its socket. The number 37 was tattooed directly under it.\n\n\"That's not strictly true,\" the man interrupted their conversation with a smile. \"A standard rule of life is: it all depends on who you know.\"\n\n \n\n\\*\\*\\*\n\nThank you for reading! I’m responding to prompts every day. This is story #1024 in a row. (Story #294 in year three.) You can find all my stories collected on my subreddit ([r/hugoverse](https://www.reddit.com/r/hugoverse/)) or my blog."
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[WP] The cult summoned the elder god to end the world, but they misread thier sacred texts. Turns out the ancient gods are HUGE fans of earth, and have always wanted to visit.
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"Encircling a large platform, dozens of hooded figures were bowing while chanting ancient words. At the center of the platform stood a statue of a grotesque figure made from a material not known to man. As the chanting grew more intense, cracks grew across the statue, emitting a sickly, green light.\n\nThe statue began to expand, pieces of it falling off like an outer shell. When the chanting faded the statue had been replaced by a huge figure. Roughly the shape of a man, instead of a head, it's neck ended in a gaping maw filled with rows of razer teeth. It's arms split into several tentacles, and it's four legs gave it a slightly arachnid appearance. It's most striking feature was the huge eye on it's chest, with the same sickly green glow that had emitted from the cracks of the statue.\n\n\"All hail the Great Barrr'b'Que! He has come to devour us all!\" the circle of people chanted in unison. \"Excuse me?\" asked the creature. After a moment of silence, one of the hooded figures shouted \"Oh Great Barrr'b'Que, devourer of souls! We have summoned you to end the pointless existence of this world!\" \"More like devourer of soul food,\" the creature replied \"and by the way, you can call me Barry.\"\n\nSeveral of the hooded figures looked at each other in confusion, some removing their hoods. \"Where are my manners?\" Barry said \"I am Barrr'b'Que, Barry for short, and I thank you for summoning me to Earth. I've always wanted to come here. I hear the barbeque is great!\"\n\n\"Now wait just a second!\" the hooded man said \"We are the Cult of Culln'arry, for eons we have gathered the ancient texts and prepared for the end of the world! I demand to know what's going on!\"\n\n\"You are in no position to make demands of me, human! I have only a millenia or so before the summoning wears off, and I want to see the sights! My own plane of existence is mostly stalagmites and swamp, charming to be sure, but I want to see mountains and the oceans! Now step aside!\"\n\nTaken back by Barry's stern chiding, the cultists backed away, not sure what to think. Barry walked past them at a leisurly pace and into the woods. The people around the circle trailed him with their eyes in stunned silence. From a distance they could hear his voice \"A flower! How quaint!\"",
"“Uhm, is this the right guy?” \n\nThat was the first thing that broke the tension around the circle of binding fortitude that had the apparent Elder God in the middle of it.\n\nJust glancing at him you could tell that he was someone that demanded respect and commanded power, dressed in pitch black armor with his insignia sitting in the middle of the curiass along with an intimidating helmet that had a design of a crown of spiral galaxies molded into it.\n\nOf course, the intimidating air had instantly evaporated when he looked around and gasped, loudly proclaiming, “Fuck you Azaroth! I beat you here you little shit! I told you the god of the Eldest Stars is better than the god of mortal death!”\n\nThat was when things started spiraling. After ranting about how he beat the various gods of his realm, one of us had gotten brave enough to try and talk to him.\n\n“E-Excuse me Lord Rigoth, if I may be so inclined to ask, with your per-“\n\n“Get on with the question dammit!” Yelled aforementioned god.\n\nCowering in fear before composing himself, he continued. “W-We wanted to know why it is that yo are acting like... well, this.”\n\nAt that statement the god of Elder Stars looked confused before realization dawned on him. “Oh! I forgot to tell you, we elder gods have been in a race to see which one of us would be summoned here first. As you can see, I am first. Again, FUCK YOU AZAROTH, PERION, REGALIUS, TYMO-“ \n\nThe god was cut off by an, albeit reluctant, cultist. \n\n“Yes, but why were you in a race?”\n\nThe god stopped his rant and looked around just now realizing all of the completely and utterly lost faces. \n\n“Why because Earth is our favorite planet! So many interesting things to do, so many different things to see, a whole myriad of stuff! And, let’s face it, The Void can get pretty boring after a while.”\n\nThe blank looks on everyone’s faces were lost on Rigoth. \n\n“Anyways,” he continued with a slightly crazed grin. “We of the Elders are *huge* fans of Earth and all of its inhabitants! So, can we go on a tour?” \n\nThe pleading in the tone of voice that the god used had many of the other cultists wondering if they summoned the wrong god. \n\nAlthough one thought was certain.\nThey were all in for the long haul."
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[WP] Your superpower is psychokinesis, which allows you to move objects with your mind. The law demands all people with psychokinesis be killed on sight, to prevent them dealing any more damage. Unfortunately, you werent aware of this law until after you told your friends about your power.
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"\"Get the fuck outta here!\" I laughed in disbelief, though despite myself the tremble in my laugh betrayed my nervousness.\n\n\"I'm serious!\" Tommy said. \"Dude don't you watch the news? They round you guys up and put you down. It's like some Nazi Germany shit!\" He reached for his phone with a trembling hand and showed me the articles, endless articles about others who had the gift.\n\nI ran a hand through my shaggy brown hair. Nervous perspiration was already thick on my brow. \"I don't follow all this shit! I think the Government are evil anyway so I don't believe a word they say on TV.\"\n\nMy power had only materialized a few days ago. Apparently, according to my friend Tommy, it can materialize at any point. I was so excited that I had to show Tommy. He had been my friend since school. We were always there for each other.\n\nThe world had become a dystopia, similar to the George Orwell novel 1984. Though all rebellions against the Government's 'One Vision' had long since been eradicated. Clearly, the Government perceived those with the gift as a threat to their iron grip on society. Maybe the gift was natures way of helping us fight back against the oppression and once again bring humanity back to nature.\n\nWe stood in silence for a moment. The trees around us swaying in the breeze. Tommy cleared his throat and asked me: \"Who else have you shown your gift to?\"\n\nI thought, \"umm, just you and my dad.\" I replied, though I had planned on showing others.\n\n\"Good!\" Tommy said. \"I'm glad you told me and not that bitch Sophia!\" He said in reference to my friend Sophia, who was secretly my lover. \"Don't tell anyone else.\" He warned ominously. \"Big Brother offer a handsome reward for anyone who reports someone with the gift.\"\n\nAfter a while I bid my friend farewell and we both sneaked back into the habitable sector where we were supposed to be restricted to. Cameras were placed everywhere, silently watching our every move.\n\nWhen I returned home to the Sector 7 slums I would be in for a shock and a lot of heartache. My father greeted me at the door with a nervous smile. He guided me into the living room where two people were seated waiting for me.\n\nOne was a nondescript Male with short blonde hair and a white suit. An exaggerated smile was spread across his plastic looking face.\n\nThe other was a woman dressed in a white suit with red hair spiked up like a flame suspended in time. Her eyes were icy blue, her tone was cold and clinical. \"Peter Robinson.\" She addressed me in a monotone voice. \"Please, take a seat. We have much to discuss.\" The sigil on their left arms marked them as members of the Collective. Scientists under the employ of the Government. The woman's in particular was surrounded by a red circle of flames, marking her as a high ranking member.\n\nI did as she asked, eyeing her warily. The tension in the room was building and was almost palpable. How did they find me so soon? Was it surveillance? Betrayal? It seemed inconceivable to me that my own dad or Tommy would betray me.\n\n\"Firstly,\" said the woman in her emotionless tone. \"I want to put your mind at ease. There is a lot of misinformation out there about how the Government deal with those who are unfortunate enough to be cursed with this so called gift. I want to reassure you that we are here to help.\" She snapped her slender fingers and her companion placed a small box on the table between us. He flicked open the latches and a single syringe filled with luminous green liquid sat inside.\n\n\"What is that?\" I asked, my voice filled with trepidation. My senses were screaming at me, a survival instinct which alerted me that I was in serious danger.\n\n\"It's a little injection. You won't feel a thing.\" She said with a forced smile. She assured me it was safe and clinically trialled and I could sense the insincerity in her voice.\n\n\"It'll be alright, son.\" My dad said, placing his hands on my shoulders. \"With the Credits we'll be paid for our cooperation we will be able to move to a nicer Sector, get better jobs.\" He offered a wan smile. \"It's what your mother would've wanted.\"\n\nThe man from the Collective of Science Institute nodded and reached across the table patting my hand reassuringly. Then he grabbed my hand with a vice like grip and his smile vanished. Simultaneously my dad gripped my shoulders tighter to hold me in the seat. The woman stood with the syringe in her hand, slowly making her way towards me with her white heels clicking on the wooden floor.\n\nThat's what I was sold out for! A few credits? Fictional currency which had no basis in nature?! Just to be slaves in a slightly nicer Sector?! I felt the rage building within me like a raging fire! Kindled by the unforgivable betrayal of my own father! I closed my eyes and imagined a bubble around myself, creating a field of gravity which repelled instead of attracted. Everyone other than me was catapulted in all directions.\n\nThe woman hit the wall with a thud which knocked the wind out of her. When she opened her eyes I was standing across the room with the syringe hovering inches from her eyeball. \"Please...\" she pleaded, somehow still with no emotion. Maybe the Collective have their emotions removed so they could carry out their nefarious work.\n\n\"Get out!\" I ordered. \"Never bother me again! Or I kill everyone!\"\n\n\"No!\" My father shouted, cowering in fear. \"YOU get out! Monster! Freak!\"\n\nI left the house to be faced with rows of armed police armed with powerful rifles and machine guns. The flurry of gunfire was instantaneous. I effortlessly raised my hand and the bullets all stopped in front of me, so many that they made a wall of lead in front of me.\n\n\"Get down!\" The commanding officer yelled. Most of his officers didn't have time to react as I shot the bullets off in every direction like a giant nail bomb, the air was filled with the sound of bullets pinging against their vehicles, thudding into the bodies of the officers and the screams which accompanied this.\n\nOne man stood with a bazooka and before he had chance to fire I squeezed my hand into a fist and he exploded as I controlled the molecules which made up his body and forced them to implode into themselves.\n\nI laughed hysterically, having no idea how powerful my gift actually was until now. Madness consumed me along with psychotic rage and I swept my hand in one swift gesture which caused every officer surrounding me to explode in a fountain of gore which sprayed me crimson with their blood.\n\nNow I would kill all of them! 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[WP] You are a mage of such great power and knowledge that the gods themselves respect you. But, in the modern era, magic is no longer needed. Nowadays, you use your great power to be the best DM in the world.
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"Jason sat around the table having finished his character sheet. He was new to tabletops and had never heard of Pathfinder until his coworker, Maria, mentioned her game in the break room. \"Done now?\" asked Trevor the DM. Maria responded, \"He's good. Just finished his bloodline powers now.\" \"Awesomeness.\" he said. Taking the character sheet he looks it over. \"Ogen Coppersoul, great dwarf name by the way.\" \"Wait... you are a Warpriest and a bloodrager? How did that happen, whats your backstory on that?\" \"Backstory?\", asked Jason. \"Well... as a kid I was playing out on the mountain side and witnessed the rebirth of a phoenix. After the changes started happening I sought out help from the church, and then joined the priesthood.\" \" I like it\", said the DM as he was going over the sheet.\" \"Is everyone ready?\" The table all sat up straight. \"Let's begin.\"\n\n​\n\nJason sat there shocked at the light from Trevor's outstretched hand. The light grew brighter as a burning sensation took over. All he could see was the light. As the burning light faded he found himself in a rustic bedroom. Looking around everything seemed larger than it should have been. The chair seats came up to his chest, the bed was almost head level to him. Looking around the room he heard a voice, Trevor's voice. \"Ok, just to recap from last session, The party just arrived back to Chiliax from Silvane, where you accidently on purpose killed the entirety of one of the ruling houses.\" \"WHAT IS THIS!\", screamed Jason. Only it wasn't his voice. It was more gruff, and raspy. Looking down Trevor could finally see himself. He was shorter, thicker, muscles upon muscles, with a long flowing beard neatly braided in three pieces. He was a dwarf. \"Maria... Sorry, Asha, didn't you explain this to him? \"Trevor heard the most melodic voice he had ever heard. The voice of an elf wizard played by Maria. \"I may have just said that you have a way of transporting us to another world.\" Trevor could hear a mix of laughter, some human-ish others monstrous. \"As I was saying... Everyone is at the Dragon's Roost inn, except for Valen who stayed at his guild hall.\" A voice interjected. Soft and soothing yet forceful and plain. \"I have some guild reports to do, and also explain that the Fanged Stag was in no way involved with the Ebonheart slaughter, which can be confirmed by Maila Ebonheart after our conversation that I was never there.\" Trevor laughed, \"That knock on your door is the bossman. Good luck with that. As for the rest of you, may as well go downstairs to the tavern area. Ogen, I'll explain more to you down there in person.\"\n\n​\n\nJason, Ogen rather, made his way downstairs. Being a dwarf trying to step down human sized steps was a delicate situation. Looking around the tavern he took in his surroundings. Orcs, drinking ridiculous sized ale mugs, scantily clad elves, wizards, peasants, everything he would expect in a fantasy setting. He noticed there were no other dwarves around. This kind of bothered him. In the far corner he noticed Trevor waving at him. Dressed in a simple blue robe he sat at the table with what he assumed was the other members of the group. Making his way over to the table he locks eyes with the elf woman. \"Maria?\", he asked. the elf laughs, \"Its Asha here, but yes.\" Looking around the table he could see the other members. \"So introductions then.\", said Trevor. \"Lets go around introduce ourselves to our new friend here.\" The half orc spoke first. \"Soben, blade for hire I go where theres blood and gold.\" \"How long does this last?\" interrupted Ogen. Trevor laughed. \"Days, weeks, years, however long we want to keep going.\" \"Yea-years?\", stammered the confused dwarf. \"And the real world?\" Trevor smiled. \"When we go back only seconds would have passed.\" \"This is my world created specifically for you guys. Stop thinking so much and just enjoy. Here.\", he said while waving his hand. At that moment a mug of ale appeared in front of him on the table. \"Dwarven mead, Everpeak recipe.\" Ogen shook his head in disbelief. Finally relenting, he downed the mug and slamming it on the table. \"I'm Ogen Coppersoul, Warpriest of Angradd\", he began."
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[WP] “Every lie you tell becomes the truth.” Those were all the words you needed to hear before you shook the Devil’s hand and sealed the deal.
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"\"Every lie you tell becomes the truth. Such a fascinating-\" I interrupted him before he could even finish his sentence.\n\n\"No yeah I'm so down.\" I said stone faced. \"Like honestly, who would turn that down?\" I chuckled rolling my eyes, cracking my knuckles. The devil who was seated across the table from me seemed confused, but pleased nonetheless. \n\n\"We have a deal I suppose. However there will be consequences, like with all deals made with the Devil.\" He said smoothly with a smug smile. \"Do you still wish to accept?\"\n\n\"Shake my damn hand already.\" I said holding out my hand expectantly. His smile only grew as he reached out and took my hand and shook it firmly. \n\n\"Well, do you wish to know what consequences there are?\" He asked rubbing his hands together, almost excitedly.\n\n\"Oh there are no consequences.\" I lied with a large grin. His smile faded and he blinked slowly at me. \"And thank you for offering to pay the bill. This is a very expensive restaurant.\" I continued lying, watching his face turn from angry, to *pissed.*\n\n\"You can't do that.\" He sputtered for a moment, his hands clenched into fists as the bill for our meal was placed down beside him. \"It doesn't work like that.\"\n\n\"Oh but doesn't it?\" I grinned as I stood up and stretched out my back and arms. \"Because I don't know about you, but I *really* feel like it does work out like that. Thanks for the deal, you're such a kind devil.\" I waved and turned to walk out of the room when I felt an arm grab my shoulder.\n\n\"I can't let you walk out with no consequence, especially with a deal like this.\" He sighed, probably cursing the fact he thought I was dumber than I actually was. \n\n\"Oh, you could, you just don't want to. So, you have a proposition for me?\" I asked, crossing my arms, holding back my laughter.\n\n\"I have another deal in mind...\"",
"I was torn from my dream when I heard a thud. Glancing around my room, I saw nothing, so I looked at my alarm clock.\n\n5:43 AM\n\nEh, no point in going back to sleep if I have to get up in about 15 minutes. Pulling the covers off of me, I swing my feet over the side of my bed. And then my foot touches something I don't recognize.\n\nWith a small yelp, I pull my feet back and hop on my bed again, pulling the covers around me so they're like a protective cocoon. I hear something moving, and my eyes dart around my dark room, looking for something, anything that could have made that noise.\n\nSuddenly, a figure that I had not seen until that point stands up in the middle of my room, seemingly stretching as if it had just woken up. Then it turns, and I see a pair of eyes with golden sclera and amber pupils. Quickly, I turn on my lamp with the childish belief that it will go away when the light is on. It didn't work.\n\nI can see the creature clearly now. It's skin seems rough, and is a slightly red color. It has coal black horns on the top of it's head. It has human like hands, but goat like feet, and a devil's tail that is whipping around behind it-\n\nOh dear Lord, it's a devil.\n\n\"You know that light thing doesn't work, right?\" It says to me, with an expression that says that he's seen this a million times.\n\nI sit there, shocked, confused, terrified, but also a little curious, because if a devil was really here in my room right now, there would be a reason behind it, right?\n\n\"Who are you and why are you here?\"\n\n\"I am Xagrillon, and I am here to propose a deal.\" Xagrillon replies, checking his nails like a teenage girl while leaning on my bookshelf.\n\n\"Why me?\"\n\n\"I don't know. I was told to.\"\n\nA moment of silence fills the room.\n\n\"What is this deal?\" I ask, somewhat intrigued.\n\nXagrillon smiles sinisterly. This can't be good-\n\n\"Every lie you tell becomes the truth.\" He says.\n\nOh, well this could be okay-\n\n\"But there are consequences every time you lie.\"\n\nI was silent for a moment.\n\n\"What consequences?\"\n\n\"We'll have to see.\" He says, raising his arm for a handshake.\n\n\"Now, do we call it a deal?\"\n\nI ponder this over. When I lie, it becomes the truth? This could be fun and helpful if I get in a bad situation, but there are consequences...\n\n\"Could you hurry up, my arm's getting tired.\" Xagrillon says impatiently.\n\n\"Um... It's... a deal.\" I say grabbing his outstretched hand.\n\nI shook hands with this creature. It was warm, not like a warmth that would eventually make you sweat, but a nice warmth, like how hot chocolate makes you feel on a cold winter's day.\n\nThe warmth spread from my hand to everywhere on my body in a matter of seconds, and the feeling of power grew with it. I could see the devil smirk at my surprised expression. Xagrillon let go of my hand, and snapped his fingers, a portal of some sorts forming under his feet with an eery orange glow.\n\n\"Now remember this, oh Lord of the Lies; every choice you make will have consequences: certain losses, certain gains, possible losses, and possible gains.\"\n\nAnd just like that, he is gone, the portal disappearing soon after him.\n\nStanding still for a few minutes, I wonder what I should do first. Lying was never my strong suit, but now I should have a great advantage.\n\nEyeing my clock, I see that it is 6 AM and I need to get ready for school. I sigh and get ready for my day after hearing my mother call to me from downstairs to wake up and get ready.\n\nWhen I get to school, I'm immediately grabbed by the school bully, Martha Clander, and her buddies Mason MacNarma, and Milly Dutch.\n\n\"Where do you think you're going, nerd?\" Milly laughs.\n\n\"Um... the bathroom?\" I lie.\n\nSuddenly, their faces change, like something had taken control of them.\n\n\"Oh, well, go to the bathroom.\" Martha says, letting me go.\n\nConfused, but relieved, I thank them quietly and run off, leaving them behind.\n\nI get to my first mod class, and when the teacher asks if I did my homework, I look in my backpack and realize I had forgotten it at home.\n\n\"Uh, yes I did.\" I lie again.\n\nAnd then my paper appears in my backpack out of nowhere. I pull it out and give it to my teacher.\n\nShe then looks at it and makes a face that says 'what the heck is this?'\n\n\"I told you to write an essay on current events.\" She says.\n\n\"Yeah, I did that.\"\n\n\"No you didn't. This is today's newspaper with your name written on the top in crayon. I'm sorry, but I can't accept this.\"\n\nI realize that this is one of the more negative consequences.\n\n\"This is gonna be harder to manage than I thought...\" I whisper under my breath, holding the false paper.\n\n(Sorry that this is long. I get side tracked easily when I'm writing. Also, I guess you would pronounce Xagrillon's name like Za Grill On.)"
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[WP] "Trust is a matter of choice, but faith is born out of neccessity"
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"The Paladin stood defiantly, sword raised and backed into a corner.\n\nHer hair was slick with sweat, her armour splattered with blood. She didn’t care to consider how much was hers. \n\nShe was surrounded. All around her, slavering undead beasts with hollow eyes animated by an endless hunger.\n\nOne dared to lunge in. \n\nHer tired sword arm lunged once more, carving it in half as the blade’s holy power took effect.\n\nShe wasn’t sure how much longer she could lift the sword, let alone swing it.\n\nHer shield was long since discarded, a ruined mess torn apart by the same creatures bearing in on her. \n\nIt was here, as she slowly contemplated her imminent death, that she had the thought.\n\nDid she trust her god? \n\nShe’d lived her life so far according to their every rule. Her faith was unfaltering.\n\nBut here, seeing death bearing down at any moment, did she trust them to save her? \n\nTwo charged at once. She slammed her gauntlet into the left creature’s face to buy time and swung her sword around, carving a burning gash through the other.\n\nOn the backstroke, she slammed the blade of her sword into the other creature’s torso and pulled to try and get it out. \n\nThe blade had lodged itself deep inside the creature’s slick ribcage. Stuck fast.\n\nAs if sensing her weakness, the rest chose this moment to charge in.\n\nSo this was it. \n\nTruthfully, she decided, she did not trust her god. Trust implied choice, and she had absolutely no choice over whether she lived or died at this moment. \n\nWhat she had was faith.\n\nAs the creatures clawed and scratched desperately at the remains of her armour, hot flushes of pain indicating where they broke through, a soft voice came down to her from above.\n\n\"Worry not my child, this is not the day that you die,\" it whispered.\n\nAn explosion of dazzling light radiated outwards from her, incinerating the first rank of creatures and freeing her sword.\n\nShe raised her sword up high in silent thanks and went back to work."
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[WP] An immortal goes on a journey to find a way to finally rest in peace
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"It had been ten thousand agonising years since I made that wish.\n\nImmortality may seem like the greatest gift anyone could ever ask for, but it condemned me to an eternity of suffering. That fateful wish forced me to live a lifespan that stretched long beyond what the human body was capable of.\n\nInitially I was overjoyed to be living forever. I had all the time in the world to learn, to study, to engross myself into anything that interested me. In my first two centuries I built up an encyclopaedic knowledge of biology and physics, studied literature, learned multiple languages and was almost a savant. But then I began to hit the physical limits of what my brain could process and store as a memory. I was physically incapable of remembering anything further and it drastically affected my standard of living. It was at that point that I fell into a grave depression because my dream of eternal knowledge was ruined..\n\nEnding my life wasn't an option. The genie's magic not only made me immortal, but damn near invincible. I had tried throwing myself into volcanoes, crushing myself under rubble, shooting myself with all manner of firearms, and many other things. Nothing would work.\n\nDuring this time, my freakishly long lifespan was noticed and I piqued the interest of a cybernetics startup. They wanted to study my body and gain a further understanding of how I was unable to die. Initially I declined to be their guinea pig but after they continued to plead with me and offered to remedy my memory problem, I soon relented.\n\nThey had implanted a chip into my brain which greatly increased the capacity of my brain. It certainly helped for a bit and for a few millennia, I was able to remember more things but it was never the same. It was never as effective as actually using the old noggin and soon\n\nIn the millennia that passed, I had witnessed human civilisation crumble multiple times, rebuild itself multiple times, almost annihilate itself again in a thermonuclear conflict, then finally put their differences aside and shoot for the stars. I had witnessed humanity finally become a spacefaring species.\n\nBut the millennia of immortality caused the chip to malfunction and soon drove me into a deeper depression. I found myself increasingly desperate to finally break the cycle and let my soul rest in peace. Space gave me some very uniquely hostile environments that would kill a normal man in a matter of seconds, but not an immortal like me. Believe me, I tried.\n\nThe attempts I made on my own life grew so destructive that they almost spelled the end of humanity. My greatest shame is hijacking a vessel armed with a gravity bomb and shooting it at a trading outpost, killing billions in the blast. My actions incurred the wrath of the Andromedan empire who invaded the milky way with their sheer military might. I had stood on one of the worlds in the crossfire, hoping to be vaporised. But when the entire planet was glassed, I still made it through unscathed.\n\nHumanity ultimately survived the war, but they never trusted me again after that. I was exiled from their worlds and ordered to live out the rest of my days as a hermit. I had been cast out of human society.\n\nThe only method I haven't tried is throwing myself into the jaws of infinity itself. I originally considered flinging myself into a black hole thousands of years ago, but I was more scared of the possibility of being forever stuck in a void where not even light could escape.\n\nIf you are reading this, it means I have finally taken that plunge beyond the event horizon."
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[WP] Every five years, a Super Artificial intelligence would choose a person best suited to be the Leader of the world. Your dad just been chosen but he really, really don't want to do it
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"The white noise from the rain drops filled the car's quiet space. We were driving--me and mom and dad--somewhere. I was bundled in my puffed jacket, fastened tightly in the booster seat. I had made the mistake of asking where we were going while we were packing. Dad's answer, swift and severe, let me know I shouldn't ask again. \n\nI watched the corn fields blur as we drove quickly down the empty highway, each row identical to the last. On long drives I would often make a game of this, my fingers the video game character lunging over every approaching stop sign and fence. I wasn't in the mood today and instead I pressed my forehead against the window's glass, staring into the reflection of my eyeball. \n\nMom started whispering sharply to Dad. Each syllable was accented with hard \"s\" sounds. She was talking quickly, like she does when she gets too flustered and she needs a bath. That's usually what would fix it. I reached my arm around her seat and patted her shoulder. \n\n\"Do you need a bath Mommy,\" I asked her. \n\nShe whipped around and faced me. It was the first time she'd looked at me since we left the house. \"What?\" She said quickly; impatiently. \n\nI recoiled, pulling my hand back. Her face was smeared with wet makeup and she looked more like a zombie than a mom. She must've watched my face crumble with grief because she started cooing at me while she wiped her face with her sleeve.\n\n\"No, no, no, baby, it's okay. Shushushush now...\" She looked tired. Her hair was frazzled and I noticed more wrinkles in her face than ever before. She held my hand and opened her mouth to talk to me, but before she got any words out, her eyes moved up, out the back window. \n\n\"Andrew?\" She spoke in whispering gasp. Blue and red lights danced on her face. \n\nDad adjusted his mirror and I could see his eyes, hard, like he was picking up something heavy. \n\nThe car lurched forward and my head snapped to the back of the car seat, sending a radiating pain down my neck. Mom had to grab hers and dad's seats to keep her from falling on top of me. \n\nI started crying. \n\nMom started shouting at Dad. \n\nI couldn't move my head right, it hurt too much. \n\nFrom my peripheral vision I looked back out of my window at the cornfields, now blurrier than ever. Something was flying next to us, flashing its red and blue lights. \n\nI looked to my left and there was one there too.\n\n\"Fuck!\" Dad shouted. I'd never heard him curse before. One of the flying things moved next to Mom's window. \n\nSuddenly, there was glass shattering and metal crunching and tired squeeling. Mom screamed, but it was cut short. \n\nEverything went dark. \n\nI was upside down when I woke up. Still in the puffy jacket. Still fastened to my seat. Mom was standing on her head awkwardly and there was red pooled underneath her. \n\nOutside of the car there were people--lots of them. Dad was there, propped up by another man. One of his hands was on a book; the other raised, his five fingers pointing in the air, like he was expecting a high five. Another man was standing just opposite him, his hand in the air the same way.\n\n\"I, state-your-name, do solemnly swear...\" The other man said.\n\nDad repeated him through sniffles and moans. \"I, Andrew Murray, do solemnly swear...\"\n\n\"Daddy?\" I called from the car. My voice traveled through my skull, sending a shockwave of pain through my spine. The crying didn't help, but there was no stopping it now. \n\nDad looked over to me, his eyes sunken and red. He'd been crying. Mom's eyes looked like that when she cried. \n\nA pair of legs moved toward the upside-down car and I heard a clicking. Dad looked up at the man, equal parts angry and desperate. \n\nThe two men finished the I-say-you-say routine outside. Then a flying thing, like what I saw next to the windows, landed on the ground. Stairs came out of it and dad walked inside. It left, and soon enough, everyone else did too. It was just me and Mom, but she was still fast asleep."
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[WP] You were struck speechless when you heard your TTRPG group died in the accident. So it came as quite the shock when game night rolled around, and their spirits came to play...
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"Tonight was finally the night, after years of playing the party had one last, one final dungeon to traverse and to finish the fight. As the players show up we chat for a bit until everyone arrives. Sheets out, dice ready, players are focused... as much as they can be with this excitement. \n\nRoll initiative. Kick in the door. \n\nThe Rogue takes point as always, searching for traps and hidden doors, followed by the Paladin, Sorcerer, Druid and Cleric. Their rolls are good, they find almost all the traps, but miss one as the floor opens up underneath the Druid. They roll, missing the target by ones and twos as the druid falls down the long shaft to the spikes below. Screams echo up at the players as they despair over losing their friend in such a way. \n\nThe party continues. Fighting through goblins and orcs, a Lich, Kobolds, a Beholder and finally the Boss. Exhausted they raise their swords and wands. Spells fly and the swords come down, Steel and mithril flash as combatants fight against each other to strike blow after earthshattering blow. When the final member of the party finally falls defeated the Boss starts to laugh.\n\nAll hope seems lost until you hear the scream of a hawk. The druid flies through the window, transforming into a bear and with one final blow the Evil Boss falls to the ground. \n\n\"The realm is saved. Your families are safe. Your names will be remembered for all time.\" \n\nThe players smile at me and start to recount their favorite parts of the game. We sit and talk for hours until the sun starts to rise. \n\n\"That was worth sticking around for.\" I hear one of them say as their spirits start to fade away. The dice never moved, no notes were taken none of the snacks were partaken of, and none of the drinks were opened. \n\nMy wife descends the stairs into the gaming room as I start to clean up. With the campaign finally done I can finally put it away. \"Good Game?\" She asks as she notices the tears in my eyes. \n\nI look up at the picture on the wall with the players and the date they died in that car crash. \"Yeah. The best.\" \n\n\\-----------------------------------\n\nr/Zinsurin"
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[WP] Whenever someone in your town turns 16 they have to meet 'it'. The one who is like a god to the town. This time it's your turn to meet 'it', but it wasn't at all what you expected...
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"Early Rising was a small town surrounded by acres of dense woodland, not that very much at all thrived within it. You might expect a woodland to be fresh, full of life, a deep green canopy beneath which mischievous creatures went about their daily business, be it foraging or fornicating. This woodland, however, was a vast expanse of bent and broken, limbless bark-built giants, home to the abominations those beyond the cliffs discarded, a pit risen from the ground and lightly dusted in that red and sticky stuff that leaks from men and women when their fleshly coverings are cut. A truly despicable place that few ever ventured into willingly.\n\nUnwillingly? That would account for any within Early Rising that were *un*lucky enough to meet their sweet sixteenth. A right of passage, a barbaric ritual passed down from generations and upheld by those in power who had gone through it themselves - *and so it's only right that those who come after us suffer all the same as we did.*\n\nA simple task, scout the woodlands for *its* burrow, take a leap of faith, fall down before *its* knees and pledge allegiance to the Early Rising, give yourself over to that which calls itself their God. Refuse? The Ministers of the Early Rising will relieve you of that suffocating flesh-covering called skin, they'll blind you, break your legs, and yet you will not die. You'll become one of those so aptly named *abominations -* an outcast not born beyond the bordering of tall white cliffs, but born within. An example made, a message sent.\n\nThere is another means to failure, for to meet with *it* does not alone ensure your right to go on breathing that air which the Early Rising promise isn't harmful in itself - *so why the masks? The coverings? Another outdated tradition? Or another telling tale of their lies?*\n\nMeet with *it* and pledge allegiance, only you must mean it, for *it* will know if you don't, and though *it* doesn't feed on skin quite like the townsfolk of the Early Rising do, it will surely take your heart still beating from your chest. *A toy, and nothing more,* it *collects hearts just like teapots, or spoons perhaps, a hobby, harmless, honestly.*\n\nTruth be told very few see fit to bare children to the Early Rising, and those that do often find themselves unable - *can't be the air that makes them baron, no need for masks.* In recent decades past only half a dozen have been born, all seedlings of a Minster, most inadvertently.\n\nAnd now it comes to Jack, she turns sixteen in eight short hours. Her father - *her real father, not that spineless white-wheel-worker she calls dad -* Minster Yolkely - is preparing her for what's to come, preparing her for *it.*\n\n*--* // --\n\n\"You don't have a choice, Jack, not really. I'm sure you don't relish the idea of being skinned alive - as appetising as Curled Cobs might sound. Cliché, I'm aware, but think of your mother.\" a chuckle escapes the Minster's throat, casting a dry echo through the hollow tubes that make his mask; a spider-like design with tentacles for legs, each one attached to it's own filter, some hanging from the Minster's shoulders, most sewn into the pockets of his suit.\n\n*Eleven.* Jack realises, counting how many filters the Minster now has, each one earned through some *courageous* act undertaken in the name of the Early Rising. *At least four of them were earned through blood, the murder of child not fit enough to serve the town, to serve the people.* A sickening thought, that the only reason Jack had been allowed to live was that her limbs and lungs worked within the legal limits deemed acceptable by their *so-great society.* \n\n\"Your mother?\" the Minster's voice was a quiet whisper, hissing through the pipes that decorated what might have been his face. Yet it was all encompassing, commanding despite it's volume, as if spoken throughout the speakers that clung to every corner of Jack's home.\n\nBarely visible behind the Minster's thick, pin-stripped cloak, two figures cast in shadow. A woman and *half-a-man.* Jack's parents. At least that's what they'd told her, for if truly this Minster *was* her father, then could the woman bound and blindfolded behind him not be an imposter in her own right? \n\n\"I'll go.\" Jack said, finally, followed by deep sighing from her *parents.* They were relieved, of course, had she chosen otherwise it would not be her alone who lost her skin. \"Not for them, not for you...\"\n\n\"It doesn't matter, girl. Whatever self righteous reason you've adopted for this journey, *it* will take that from you, too.\" face to face with Jack, her reflection so clear in the mirrored glass panels of his mask's eyelets, the Minster tapped the heel of his foot three times against the boards of the floor.\n\nJack closed her eyes.\n\n\"Open them.\" a sly hissing in her ear.\n\nAs she did a single shot flew through the far side window of their home, glass shattering before her parent's feet, a ball of lead embedded in her mother's skull. \n\n\"You may choose to disbelieve me, but she was, and I am.\" the Minster shrugged the words away, \"No matter, two father's in such a day and age is far from a thing to cry over.\" a gloved hand raised to Jack's cheek, a tear swept from its resting place, \"Don't let me down.\"\n\nJack nodded, silent, her eyes fixed on her own reflection, whatever *it* was, she would be the end of *it*, and the end of Yolkely, too. That much she'd decided on, that much would be her own *self righteous reason*.\n\n\\-- // --\n\nTo any that have taken the time to read this, I hope you enjoyed it, and if you would like to see more, let me know! I'll be picking up writing again and adding shorts to my sub: r/talesofallure",
"The time has come \nChildhood is gone \nAnd I shall meet the One \n \n'It' the thing is called \nThe obscure leader of our horde \nReverenced as a god \n \nOnce we turn sixteen \nWe join a team \nTo meet the Thing \n \nWe went there at night \nTo meet the almighty \nBut something was not right \n \nWhen I entered its den \nIt began to rain \nAnd I saw myself alone facing a merman \n \nThe creature smiled at me \nAnd started moving beastly \nAs if it was in the sea \n \n\"My name is Dagon \nI live since the Age of Iron \nWhen I was the head of the pantheon \n \nBut now I'm locked in this prison \nForgotten after my temple destruction \nBut I hope to leave soon \n \nBecause I just found you \nThe One I've been looking forward to \nThe messenger of Cthulhu!\"",
"My sister was sixteen once, and she was never the same after that.\n\nBefore going to The Cave she promised to tell me what \"it\" is. She never did. Nobody ever does, ever. I was very disappointed, she would always tell me everything and I would do the same. After that our relationship didn't quite work out, she went abroad to study, like everyone. After sixteen nobody stays, they all go far away from the village. But they always come back when they have children, everyone of them.\n\nIn our school, talking about it is worse than shitting on a desk, once someone tried and we didn't see him for a whole month. When he came back he was very pale and had lost a lot of weight. Each time we asked him, he would cry silently.\n\nEvery few weeks someone turns sixteen. To \"celebrate\" this occasion there's a ceremony. There are cakes, decorations, and all sorts of drinks. It is very colourful and cheery but nobody smiles. Sometimes you can hear the parents weeping. Today I can hear my father crying.\n\nIt is my birthday and I'm terrified.\n\nThe villagers follow me with their rainbow flags until we are three meters away from The Cave. Then come the farewells, hugs, kisses, sad eyes, tears. There is even a boy who tells me he loves me, I would have never guessed he was gay. I try to stick to this thought, the thought of unexpected love. I hope a miracle can happen twice in a row.\n\nThe bells ring midday, it istime to go. Behind me I can hear them running away. I am alone, in the wild forest, and I need to go in a cave. I dread to take the first step, then I hear a lullaby. Not any lullaby, the French one everyone sings at the village: *il était un petit navire.*\n\nIf it is supposed to calm me down it completely failed. My parents used to sing it to me every time I went to bed, now the meaning was truly horrid. If my parents were so afraid of this day, how sick it is they were singing the creature’s lure?\n\nAs it is the village’s song, if I come back I'll have no one to turn to. Everyone past sixteen is an accomplice to \"it\" even if you are against your own children. It is utterly mad. I am even more alone than I thought.\n\nAm I going to get mad? Does \"it\" brainwash us when we meet?\n\nWith a heavy heart I walk towards the dark entrance. A few minutes in, I see glowing light in the far distance. When I get closer I realise the lights are fluorescent mushrooms. Suddenly the cave looks warm and comforting. My muscles relax, my eyes fill with wonder, and my heartbeat slows. Then I see fireflies glowing and floating. Suddenly far away somebody snaps their fingers, and all the fireflies line up in a military manner. I am so stunned I follow them without thinking.\n\nThey stop to what seemed to be the end of the cave. I wait for a second and a blinding light comes shining just in front of me. It is so bright that I can't see for a moment. Slowly I’m able to adjust my sight and see her.\n\n\" Lucie\" she says.\n\nI am baffled she can speak, mostly because she doesn’t have a mouth. She doesn't quite look human either. You can’t miss her with her enormous white eyes and four arms. And she can float and glow. And her hair continues to grow, spreading to the floor and the ceiling.\n\n\"Lucie\" she repeats.\n\n\"I'm sorry, what?\" I answer feeling lost.\n\n\" That's my name \" she says with a chuckle \" I'm the creature of the cave, I'm \"it\" and I'm going to help you find the perfect career\" she said with a French accent.\n\n\" I'm sorry, you are a creature living in a cave that terrifies a whole village and you are a career counsellor? And you are French?\" I ask even more confused.\n\n\" Yes that kind of sums it up\" she answers with a slight nod. \" Long ago I was brought here from Paris by my father. He wanted me safe, but mostly out of the way. I'm abnormal and not suited for a noble life. So I lived here alone, slowing discovering my powers. I can fly, glow, make things glow, but most importantly I'm an immortal career counsellor. And a really good one.\" she says proudly.\n\n\" How can you be immortal?\" I ask while slowly digesting the information given, *it does* *explain the mushrooms.*\n\n\" Oh, well every time I eat a firefly I gain a year to live\" she declares bluntly. And then with her third arm she grabs a firefly and squashes it aggressively against her chest. The firefly is absorbed and she glows a bit brighter.\n\nShe is weird, but not scary. I am reassured so I ask \" I'm sorry, you said you were a career advisor, so what would you advise?\".\n\nAfter that, we talk for hours. To be honest it is awesome. I wonder why people were so terrified. We finally find the perfect career and I know exactly how I am going to do it, starting by tomorrow. I’m filled with joy and then she tells me the conditions.\n\n\" You mustn't tell anyone. If you do I will not only stop helping you along the way but I will make sure your life is a disaster. And if you have children you must bring them up in the village until they meet me or I'll make sure their lives turn into a bitter and dark hell\" she says slowly staring into my eyes, \" Okay! Off you pop now, you have a whole wonderful life waiting for you!\" she adds with a mouthless smile.\n\nI get out of the cave with mixed feelings. My life could be grand or dreadful. I can’t make a single mistake. I will do what I have been told. Beginning by booking a trip to Spain...",
"I stepped forth, into the darkened cave. It was my 16th birthday, and the Aging Ritual was upon me. As tradition, I had to meet The Shadow. The one who lorded over the village, and demanded our respect and servitude, in return for protection and bountiful harvests.\n\nI was worried. No-one spoke of what happened when you approached it. Most returned, pale and silent. And the rest never returned at all. At least, not alive. Their head would be found at the entrance of the cave, neatly severed.\n\nI stepped through the cave, my eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness. It extended in and down, and I had to walk without light, away from the sun. The rhythmic drumming from the village faded away as I delved into the earth, the air becoming silent.\n\nAfter climbing down, any ambient light was gone. The oppressive darkness covered all, and I stumbled along, following the wall with one arm whilst extending the other before me. I was hoping to avoid ramming into stone, as I would not see it coming.\n\nThe walk dragged on, and I started picturing just what it would be. Would it be a monster? Maybe something made of bones? Or possibly a spider-like entity? Not that I would see it of course, as it was darker then a starless and moonless night in here.\n\nI stepped forwards, but there was no floor beneath my feet. I fell, tumbling into the abyss. I screamed as I fell, before something caught me. It felt like being embraced in a blanket, but made of silk, and cold.\n\n\"Ahhh, the newest tribute.\"\n\nIts voice echoed from all around me. It sounded far from human, and pleased. Probably pleased to see me.\n\n\"You have come to complete the Ritual.\"\n\n\"Y-yes?\"\n\n\"Excellent.\"\n\nI could hear a grin in its voice, and I was lowered, finding hard ground beneath me.\n\n\"Um.... what are you?\"\n\n\"A good question, little tribute.\"\n\n\"Thank you?\"\n\nIt fell silent, and I waited.\n\n\"Now, take off your top.\"\n\n\"Um, what?!\"\n\n\"Bare your chest, tribute.\"\n\nI hesitated.\n\n\"Bare it now, or fail the tradition, and suffer my... displeasure.\"\n\nI took it off, shivering in the dark and cold. A sharp pain slashed through me, as something cut into my flesh. I could feel it grasp my ribcage, and could feel something carve into the bone. I screamed in pain. It released me, and I dropped, clutching my chest.\n\n\"That was only the first half.\"\n\nMore pain flashed, as it cut into my head. It carved into my skull, and the feeling of it moving behind my eyes made me nauseous. It released me again, and I held my head, tears leaking from my eyes.\n\n\"All done, little tribute. Now you can finally see me.\"\n\nI blinked open my eyes. The dark still surrounded me. But as I looked it faded, and I finally saw it. Before me was a crystal, surrounded by thick shadow that was still darkened.\n\n\"I am a fragment of the Spark of Creation. You have been bound to me, to keep me hidden from those who would rather use me for ill. Now go. The shadow here will no longer hide your sight. Your elders will tell you more.\"\n\nIt sank into the stone, away from me. I looked down at my chest, to see no sign of the cut it had done. There was no blood either. But the lingering agony remained. I turned to leave, shaken up by the experience, a new shield for The Shadow."
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[WP] You live in a world where you can sacrifice one of your five senses to enhance your other remaining senses and your physical capabilities. One day, you stumble upon a man who seemly is devoid of all five senses.
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" I was at a bar, with my friends trying to make me trip, or crash right into a wall. I, like usual, avoided them almost perfectly, for I use my own kind of echolocation. See, I chose to give up my sight to enhance my other senses. You could say I was as blind as a bat. Sight usually wasn’t sacrificed, but before, I was legally blind. Might as well be fully blind, eh? Anyways, it was late, and I needed to head back home. My footsteps were loud, but I should be used to it by now. It was getting very annoying though, so I opted to take a longer, but quieter, way back through the forest. \n\n I was around a third of the way back when I heard another’s quiet breathing. It was quite unnatural to have a person stay in the forest. I approached them, but they were so still, I bumped into them. “I’m so sorry! I couldn’t hear you that well,” I apologized. No answer. “Hello..?” I said to the mystery person. They didn’t even move. Did they sacrifice their touch? No, because then they could hear me. But if they gave up their hearing, they would feel me bumping into them. I pondered all of the possibilities, but no matter which way I looked at it, he would have moved, or have been startled, or at least did some sort of reaction! Then, I realized something. Had.. had he sacrificed ALL of his senses?\n\n No, it isn’t possible. You can HAVE to at least have one sense! But no matter how I twisted it, it was the only possibility. But.. how had he not died yet? “I don’t know how I have not died, little one.” “Who said- I.. did you say that?” I asked. Again, silence. Wait, is he reading my thoughts or something? That isn’t a sense at all! It isn’t possible! “Oh.. little one, you have no idea what it is possible..” Are you in my head? Or am I hallucinating. “You aren’t hallucinating. I am inside your head. It is.. you could say.. my sixth sense” Sixth sense?! “You don’t know what is possible. For you are just a feeble mind. I have achieved a higher power… a sense that only I have.”",
"He sat on the tree stump with his legs hanging over the side and his back slouched. I was quite sure that he was a man from the vibrating outline that I could ‘see’ around him, I snickered slightly at my own joke at my lack of sight, however that was completely normal.\n\nThe odd thing was that there was no breathing, no pulse... nothing. But despite that there were vibrations signifying that he was sensing *something*. By Phyla’s law it should should be impossible and even if it *was* possible he should be a corpse... but that seemed like the wrong word somehow.\n\nAs there was no stimulation from any source whatsoever it should be impossible for the body to function, the brain would die from the lack of use and even if it could somehow work the complete sensory deprivation would drive the being in question off the edge of sanity.\n\nBut somehow his heart was beating, there was no blood pumping throughout the body, just to the brain, but it was beating. Perhaps someone would call me delusional unless they actually realised how few senses I had, but I can hear it. It was my second sacrifice and the priest wasn’t in the best of shape as he held the knife above my eyes, I still hold my suspicions that he had been drinking... but all that really mattered was that he got the job done so who really cares, even if I was a bit miffed that he stumbled over his words during one the most sacred parts...\n\nMy attention snapped back to the man as a faint breeze wisps from behind me and the man makes a faint wheezing sound. Did he just... breathe? I stood there for a few seconds in confusion but it didn’t happen again.\n\nThis shouldn’t be possible, but somehow it was and I needed to know how. My mother had always called me overly curious, but her words didn’t cross my mind in this moment, nor had they often.\n\nI walked up to the man analysing him as he showed no sign of reacting to my presence, but I suppose that was to be expected due to his... circumstances. The final step had been taken and I found the man sitting directly in front of me.\n\nCautiously I placed my hand upon his head... and my mind went white. Emotions, of all kinds flooded my consciousness, there was love, hate, desire, forgiveness, and connected to them were memories, memories of hope, family, dreams, sorrow, and connected to them were habits, and thoughts, and personality, and...\n\nI snapped back to reality as the vision suddenly ended, and despite the lack of vision which I am blessed with it was like I could see perfectly.\n\nThe man’s smile would haunt me until my rest.",
"The rumors were that he had a achieved a spiritual enlightenment akin to the Buddha himself. Others said he took the 5s Gift too far, overstepped the will of our ancestors and has been punished.\n\nBut to me he looks like a man, sitting cross legged in the street, perfectly unaware as rain begins to fall around him. He has no knowledge of the garbage truck driving by or the billboard advertising another E.D. Medication. \n\nThe only person he will ever communicate with is himself. I don’t think it matters what others say about him. It only matters what he is saying about himself. And whatever he’s saying, I bet he’s saying it damn well."
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[WP] curious about human life, a Kaiju emerges from the sea and into a city, careful not to destroy anything or kill anyone. The military doesn’t know how to respond to this
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"There have been stories. Disturbing stories. \n\nThe chair reptile opened the meeting. His ancient scales were lighted by the lava streams around the room. \n\n\"The Kaiju council has been getting reports that our outcasts, the ones forced to leave the deep seas, have been killing other creatures. This is exactly reason they were cast out, they were too stupid to realize how precious life is. If these reports are correct, we'be been sending murderous to a place where they can kill with abandon.\"\n\n\"How can this be? From the last reconnaissance there were a few monkeys on the dry land, nothing to worry about.\"\n\n\"How long ago were these reports?\"\n\n\"Quite recent. Only last millennium.\"\n\n\"Perhaps things are happening faster?\" somebody else suggested.\n\n\"How can we find out?\" asked the chair reptile.\n\n\"I volunteer to study this,\" a young member of the council said as she swam forward. \"I always wanted to see what's out their.\"\n\n\"Elsie, we of the council commend you on your bravery and will give you all the tools you need.\"\n\n..~oo00oo~..\n\nA large reptile emerged from the water at a beach near the city. As the wave of water hit the beach, and one beach visitor was dragged to sea, the reptile picked the little human up to bring it to its large maw. Then it took a deep sniff at the little pink creature and put it back on the sand. The little monkey smelled weird, like it had been rubbing artificial substances on its pale skin. How curious.\n\nElsie raised her considerable bulk out of the water completely, to observe the hundreds of little creatures, running around to weird metal boxes. Nearby there were other stone like boxes where the monkeys were running in and out. How curious. She grabbed her camera and started to make pictures. This was so unlike what was in the reports.\n\n..~oo00oo~..\n\n\"Captain, report!\"\n\n\"Sir, we have a Kanju making landfall, sir.\"\n\n\"You are dealing with it, I assume?\"\n\n\"No, sir.\"\n\n\"What!? You're going to let that thing lay waste to our city?\"\n\n\"It hasn't caused any damage, sir. Or nearly none.\"\n\n\"Explain yourself.\"\n\n\"It's taking pictures sir. It has a bag slung over the body and took a large semi-transparant crystalline object from it. Our scientists have been studying this from afar. It's powered by a concentrated stream of a lava like substance. The creature also accidentally ripped off a door from a car, apparently while studying this, tried to put the door back, failed, and hid the car behind a rock.\"\n\n\"Huh. Casualties?\"\n\n\"Non. It even saved a beach goer. Nothing is like reported. We did send a tanks just in case, but it didn't like that.\"\n\n\"I'm afraid to ask.\"\n\n\"It used another large piece of crystal to investigate the tank. Then quickly slapped the barrel of the tank to an unusable state before we could fire. This creature is smart and fast.\"\n\n\"So we have a 100 feet large tourist here? Seriously? I don't think we're equipped for this. I need to make a few phone calls.\"",
"Major Rearick bustled into the command post, with the Sergeant Major directly behind him.\n\n\"...it doesn't respond to stimulus, it hasn't killed anyone but its flattened a couple forests and pushed a train off the track near Cloverdale -\"\n\n\"Mr. Rodriguez,\" the Major addressed the nearest subordinate, \"tell me that the Sergeant Major is incorrect.\"\n\n\"No, sir.\" Rodriguez said, handing the Major a tablet. A two-hundred foot tall shape was shown on it, vaguely reptilian in shape, but the photo was grainy, taken in the middle of the night as it was.\n\n\"And where is it now?\"\n\n\"Outside of Sacramento.\"\n\n\"We have a live feed?\"\n\n\"Apaches are en route, but the local news station picked it up.\" Rodriguez pointed to a television against the wall of the tent. He asked another technician to turn the volume up.\n\nThe (Rearick was not sure what to call it) *thing* was wandering lackadaisically down a two-lane highway. Two police cars preceded it, while several more followed it with their searchlights trained on its bulk. \n\nThe Sergeant Major watched, and swallowed audibly. He was sweating. \"What... are we going to do?\"\n\nThe Major did not respond immediately.\n\n\"Major? Are we.... to kill... it?\"\n\n\\* \\* \\* \\* \\*\n\n\"What?!\" Davis yelled into his walkie-talkie.\n\n\"I say again, Army and National Guard units are going to try and feed the subject.\"\n\n\"Feed it? What, hamburgers and fries? We need gunships, tanks down here, *now*.\"\n\n\"Do *not* fire, do not fire. Do not shoot at the subject.\" the Dispatcher repeated.\n\nDavis looked in disbelief at his partner. \"What the fuck are we supposed to do?\"\n\nAnother voice came on the radio. \"All units, Sacramento Fire is sending trucks to block the road. We are going to steer it towards Clear Lake.\"\n\n\\* \\* \\* \\* \\*\n\nProfessor Lee swallowed as she watched Cali, as they were calling it, devouring mouthful after mouthful of whole tuna. It was impossible to tell whether it was male or female without getting uncomfortably close. The pen around it was still being built, and it took quite a lot of guards to make sure no yahoos with a shotgun tried to shoot at it. No one knew what would happen if you did, nor did they want to find out.\n\nLee turned around and looked back at the reporter, who was waiting patiently for her answer. The unblinking eye of the fat news camera watched her closely. \n\n\"Professor? What does Cali want?\"\n\n\"We aren't sure. Our leading theory is that she wanted a new habitat. Considering the warming and salination of the oceans, this is not unlikely, but we are not sure how she will adapt to the freshwater of the lake.\"\n\n\"Is the government going to close Clear Lake to the public?\"\n\n\"Most likely, yes. The Parks Department is considering declaring the zone federal property, for Cali's safety.\"\n\n\"Professor, are not the people who live around Clear Lake more important than this... lizard?\"\n\n\"We're not sure she's a lizard,\" Lee quickly corrected him. \"But, this subject is unique. She is much larger than any species similar to her, and we do not know if she is the only one of her kind. The scientific community believes that many things must be done to protect her, and to study her.\"\n\n\"How is it that this species went so long without...\"\n\nLee's mind was wandering. She glanced back at the huge subject as she swallowed another mouthful of fish. What if she was the last one?"
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[WP] the party finally arrived at the dark lord's palace. Entering the throne room they expected to face a terrifying demon king, but instead they found a small child wearing a crown holding a sword with shaking hands.
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"The druid's nose turned up in glee at the familiar smell of a demi-beast. His companions looked to him waiting for the order: Kill the child or leave it be.\n\nWith a sigh the druid took on the form of a human to communicate with his party.\n\n\"It is a demi-beast not unlike Quartz or Cross.\" \n\n\"Make sense.\" Cross, the Sun-praising Barbarian, nodded in response\n\nThe sextet decided to split up; three to climb, three to return the child to safety. They split up in trios that complimented each other and made up for their own weaknesses.\n\n\"Do you think the child is the demon?\" Quartz, a Moon-praising Ranger, inquired from her trio.\n\nThe druid in the form his companions preferred he take, that of a wolf, nodded.\n\n\"Then why did you let our friend's take him with them?\"\n\nA series of barks and grunts was the answer to the curious Ranger's question. If not for her skills at reading animal lanhuages, she may not have gotten the warning: \"He is too round to be a threat and it is unlikely his parent figure would truely be evil considering his demi nature.\"\n\nAngrily the Ranger took a leap through the towers window. She cloaked her hand in angelic energy and dragged herself down to help her friends.\n\nThe Paladin sat backand watched as the events unfurled fully believing in the capabilities of his party regardless of if they understood him or not. \n\nTogether, the cat paladin and the druid climbed up the tower where they met the demon they were after.\n\n\"Is this the village's latest sacrifice? A wolf and a cat... They shall make great pets for junior but alas, he would worry he might hurt them.\"\n\nThe demon pondered for a moment before teleporting to the gate of its prison with the druid and paladin. It ushered them out and telported away once more.\n\nThe druid howled a deathly note and changed forms, matching that of the demon, and pulled it out, freeing it from its curse.\n\n\"You are no longer bound to that palace. I know what weakness lies in your heart so do not even think about attacking the village lest I break your will.\" The druid spoke before returning to the form of a wolf.\n\nThe demon stood abacked. *This wolf that had so easily walked into a blessed palace with a cat was a demon that knew my secrets.*\n\nWith a huff, the demon called and waited for its child to no avail. Gone was her only source of joy in this bleak world. Taken by a fellow demon to keep her in check. Woe be to her.\n\nThen she heard that terrifying howl as the cat and wolf returned her child to her safely. The wolc shot her a knowing look and left all within the blinking span of a human.",
"It takes a moment for me to even see the boy, standing in front of a throne rising grandly behind him and swallowed by a dark velvet cape as he was, but then I can’t look away. My eyes land on the obsidian crown gleaming on his dark hair before falling onto the gleaming sword he holds in his shaking hands, his fingers white from how hard he’s gripping it.\n\n“Who are you?” Saha musters up the courage to ask from behind me, her voice echoing through the cavernous hall. “Where is the Demon King?”\n\n“I—what?” The boy looks up. Someone swears behind me; he can’t be older than six, a few years older than—\n\n*No.* A single, resounding word in my mind. I must have spoken out loud, because Xav turns to look at me, his eyes filled with concern.\n\n*“Who are you?”* Saha demands of the boy again, but I’m the one who answers this time.\n\n“Max?” I whisper, and the boy’s face pales in response. He recognizes his name, if nothing else. I hear Xav inhale sharply next to me, his fingernails digging into my arm, hear his voice asking *Max? Your brother? Isn’t he —* but I can’t hear him over the white noise filling my ears, my mind.\n\n“Who are you?” Max asks, finally actually seeing me. I distantly wonder if he was old enough to form any memories of me, if he’s even *real,* but then something changes in his expression and he runs to me, the cape falling off his shoulders and the sword clattering onto the marble tile behind him before he’s somehow in my arms, hugging me.\n\nI don’t think I’ve ever felt as much love as I do in this moment.\n\nAnd then, abruptly, the white noise in my mind stops. Reality catches up to me.\n\n*How did we get here?*\n\n*The curse. The fail-safe. Dozens of plans and plots and pieces coming together to make sure that no matter what happened, the person who claimed the crown would cease to exist. The Dark Lord,* we’d thought. *Who would wear the crown but the master of the dead?* But once again he had thought ten steps ahead of us. We had one shot, and I had just used it to destroy myself.\n\nI look at the boy in my arms, warm and alive and just as beautiful as I remember him. And the crown on his head, which still hasn’t fallen off.\n\n*What have we done?* My mind asks, but my brother’s shrill scream answers.",
"The party carefully approached the child\n\n\"D-drop your weapons and I.. I might let you live\" \n\n\"Is ok child we are not here to hurt you\" said one of the paladins lowering his weapon a little \"come with us, I'll make some men take you out of here\" \n\n\"A-alright\" the kid carefully approached the party \"T-thank you... for being so naive\" \n\nIn less than a blink the kid swinged his sword cutting the paladin in half \n\n\"You should've seen your faces hahaha\" the kid laughed maliciously \"oh no the demon lord is a child we can't kill a child hahahaha\" \n\n\"Y-you are a monster\" the healer spoke for he didn't believe what just happened \n\n\"Thanks for the compliment, now let the fun begin\" the demon lord said with a wicked smile while his eyes shined in a dark purple and his muscular mass was increasing far beyond what was humanly possible",
"They came, bloodied and battered. Demon after demon, beast after beast, the time had finally come to confront the source of it all. Finding the Demon King was easy. All they had to do was follow the webs. The thicker the webs, they closer to fate they had become. Indeed, the webs were so thick, they party had put out their torches for fear of igniting the halls. Now, guided by the Wizard’s staff, they presses on. Though the light was dim, the vast webs glimmered at the foreign source. As the vaults went higher, the glimmer began to fade. At last, they came to talk doors.\n\nThe Bard broke the long silence, “Where do you think we are?”\n\nThe Paladin looked around, “Judging from the ceiling, we are approaching some sort of chapel. Whatever this place may be, the Demon King is beyond these doors.”\n\nThe Wizard turned to the party, “Once we open these doors, the Demon King will surely have a trap set for us. Weapons at the ready and get say your prayers.”\n\n“I’m ready, my lyre is tuned and my mind is clear.”\n\nThe Paladin touched their shoulders and prayed to each one, “You have the blessing of Victory, she watches over us.”\n\nThe Rogue counted her knives, “Five left, but I can make them count.\n\nThe Wizard nodded, and together, they pushed the creaking doors open. Before them were massive walls of web. The light caught the reflection of massive balls, slightly larger than the party themselves. These balls were hanging from the ceiling with thick ropes of web. Yet, it was quiet, too quiet. As they looked around, the Rogue cut open one of the balls,\n\n“Yep, this is Roland. We found your Temple Master.”\n\nTo which the Paladin replied, “Dagger at the ready. He’s here.”\n\nThe Paladin stared at the darkness ahead, unmoving. His stance suggested a battle was imminent,\n\n“Throw some light up ahead.”\n\nThe Wizard grabbed a crystal from his pouch. It shone a dazzling light in his hand, as if the sun had risen above the shade once more. He tossed it ahead. Darkness gave way to the new light, to which a small boy suddenly appeared. He was holding a sword, which seemed too heavy for him. His face was as pale as the moon. The crown on his head didn’t fit him at all, and dropped toward his left side. He was visibly shaking at the knees.\n\nOnly the Paladin kept his guard up. The Rogue blurted out, “What’s this, just a boy? Where is the Demon King?”\n\nTo which the Paladin replied, “It must be a trap.”\n\n“IT IS NO TRAP.”\n\nThe loud voice boomed and echoed around the room. All members were read once again. The Rogue had jumped back, hiding in the shadows,\n\n“Who’s there? Show yourself!”\n\n“IT IS I, THE ONE WHO GUIDED YOU HERE.”\n\nThe voice came from one of the balls. The Wizard pointed his staff towards the spice, and found an old withered face protruding upside down from the white blob.\n\n“YES, I, METHUSELAH, HAVE FINALLY BROUGHT YOU HERE TO FACE DESTINY. NOW IS THE TIME TO END THE WAR AND BRING PEACE TO THE WORLD.”\n\nThe Bard cleared his throat, “Are you telling me that this boy is the Demon King?” The light picked up the rivers tears from the boy’s face.\n\n“YES, IT IS HE. THE DARK MAGIC HAS TAKEN ITS TOLL ON THE LORD. NOW HE IS DEFENSELESS. NOW IS THE TIME TO FINISH WHAT WE COULD NOT ACCOMPLISH.”\n\nThe Rogue scoffed, “Well, what are we waiting for; let’s do it!” She immediately jumped in the air in a leap towards the helpless boy. The only thing the Wizard was able to do was yell, “Wait! Stop!”\n\nBut it was too late. She had already performed her coup de grace. As she landed in the web-littered floor, the boy’s head slid away from his body. Both fell motionless to the ground. All she could do now was look at her work,\n\n“That seemed...easy, too easy.”\n\nThe Paladin turned to the Wizard, “Can you cast a spell to take us back?”\n\nThe Wizard raised his staff, and a light from the top began to glow. He began to mutter an incantation. \n\nCRACK!\n\nThe party’s eyes widened in shock. A long spike protruded from the Wizard’s abdomen. Reeling from shock and pain, the Wizard broke into a cold sweat. After a pregnant pause, the spike jerked the Wizard into the darkness, dropping his staff.\n\nThe Paladin shouted in terror, but found that he could not move, save his head.\n\n“What’s wrong with me? I can’t move!”\n\nTo which Methuselah replied, THE TOXIN HAS TAKEN EFFECT. YOUR MUSCLES HAVE HARDENED AND BECOME STIFF. YOU CAN ONLY WITNESS THEY FATE OF YOU AND THOSE AROUND YOU.”\n\nThe Bard wanted to scream, but he was completely paralyzed, staring at the ceiling. A spike came shooting down at him, piercing thin through his mouth. And just like the Wizard, he vanished into the darkness as swift as it came down.\n\nThe Rogue began to break, “This can’t be happening! This isn’t how it’s supposed to end!” As soon as she finished speaking, six thick arms came out from the darkness and dragged her in.\n\n“NO! I don’t want to DIE! NO!”\n\nThe Paladin also broke in a cold sweat. Having seen his comrades get killed, he knew he was next. He did what he could only do,\n\n“Methuselah, why? Why have you done this to us? We are here to save you.”\n\n“MY TIME HAD COME LONG AGO. I AM NO LONGER THE ONE WHO CAME INTO THIS DOMAIN. INDEED, YOUNG ONE, I AM MERELY A PUPPET NOW. BUT NOT TO WORRY. THE KING HAS SEEN TO IT THAT YOUR SUFFERING WILL END. HE WILL FEAST ON YOUR CORPSES AS HE WAITS FOR THE NEXT GROUP.”\n\nThe Paladin could only accept his fate as two long arms brought him up to the ceiling. He knew he would join the other balls of web in a matter of time.",
"\"If you turn back now, I may spare your insignificant lives\" A deep demonic voice rumbles from within the throne room \"I am, after all, a merciful king.\"\n\nThe party keeps moving toward the tall stone doors. They had come this far, they would not falter now.\n\n\"Enter my sanctuary and face the same fate as Kalifax the Lightbringer.\" It roars \"Even the Greatest Wizard of this age fell before me, what chance do you have?\"\n\nKalifax was a beloved mentor to all of them. The wizard clutches her staff, the cleric recites a passage from her holy book, and the rogue retreats a bit more into the shadows. The barbarian, characteristically reckless, screams and charges in, sword in hand, before anyone can stop him.\n\nHis screams of Rage desist suddenly soon after entering the chamber, only to be replaced by screams of pain.\n\nThe screams of pain are unsurprising, he was foolish to think he could confront the Dark Lord alone. What is truly disquieting is the moment of silence beforehand. He is not often silent.\n\nThe rest of the heroes enter cautiously through the now open doors, and see what brought this silence. The barbarian is bleeding out on the floor from the wound where his sword arm used to be, but what is truly shocking is the figure standing over him.\n\nA young girl, wearing a crown of dark twisted metal several sizes to large for her head, and holding a rune-laden sword of the same material nearly as tall as she is with what even the wizard can tell is terrible form.\n\n\"S-Stay back. I wear the Cr-Crown of Night-Ni-Nightmares and wield the S-Sword of Ill Omen.\"\n\nThe glamor masking her voice has faded, the demonic echoes replaced by the pleading of a scared child trying to seem tough.\n\n\"Easy now, just let us heal our friend and no one will have to get hurt.\" the cleric says reassuringly.\n\nThe girl points her sword awkwardly outward at the party. \"If any of you come any closer I will c-cu-cut you down as I d-d-did Kalifax.\"\n\n\"No one's cutting anyone down, just tell us where the real Dark Lord Zethedar is and we will be on our merry way.\" says the cleric, walking slowly toward the unconscious barbarian and shaking child.\n\n\"He-he\" tears begin forming in the child's eyes \"He perished in combat with Kalifax Lightbringer.\"\n\n\"I am his daughter, Zariel. Avenger of my father's death, bearer of his sword and crown. I have b-been ruling in secret since my father was, was, was ki-ki-kill...\n\n..slain.\"\n\n\"You are truly Kalifax's killer then?\" asks the wizard from across the room. \"How did one such as you kill one such as him?\"\n\nZariel begins speaking and the words tumble out of her like rain from a cloud. She has had no one to tell this story to since it occurred\n\n\"After My father was, was slain, Kalifax told me he would charge me with the destruction of the Crown of Nightmares and the Sword of Ill Omens, he said I was innocent, and that I had been desensitized to their co-corrupting influence. As though I would destroy my birthright, as though I would destroy everything my father had worked to create. I had never worn the crown or held the sword before, my-my father had always told me I could when I was older. I wept, because my father would be the last Dark Lord, because I would never get to wear the Crown of Nightmares or carry the Sword of Ill Omens. I wept for my father and I wept because this man would destroy everything that was my father's.Because I would be made an agent of his destruction. And as the- the bastard worm moved to comfort me I realized that this did not have to be so. \n\nI had never ki-kil- cut anyone down before, but the sword made it so easy.\n\n It drank deep of his blood and it sang out in thanks to me.\n\nThe day of my inheritance, the day I had always dreamed of had come, but it was not a joyous day. I could not let my father's court know he had passed, that I had ascended. He had always warned me that there was not one among them who would not kill me and steal my inheritance in an instant.\n\nThough I had the Crown of Nightmares and the Sword of Ill Omens I was still small and frail and young. My father's Dark Court respected only him, so I would make it seem that he had never died. Zethedar would have slain the Lightbringer, he would be the most feared Dark Lord in history.\n\nAnd I would finish his work.\"\n\nThe cleric has come close enough to the barbarian to heal him. Zariel took no notice of this, so clouded were her eyes with tears and her mind with memories.\n\nAs she shakes off her reverie, she sees that the party have made their battle formation. She knows little of tactics, but she does know that they have come closer in defiance of her warning.\n\nThe barbarian holds his sword over her head.\n\n\"I don't wanna hurt you, kid. None of us do. So why don't you take off your daddy's crown and put down his sword and this can all be over.\"\n\nShe looks up. She sees she is outnumbered, that she is outmatched, that she has never been in a straight fight, while these five have the scars of a dozen words. She wipes away her tears and says one word.\n\n\"No.\"",
"The echoes of our battle cries gradually dissipated into the thick stone walls of the throne room.\n\nThere was no Royal Guard as Isaac had warned. There was to be no suicide mission towards the evil which sat on the throne.\n\nIn fear, sat a feeble child. Panic strewn across his face, and tears clearly rolling from his eyes. He tried to raise the sword which laid across his lap, almost comically bigger than his entire body, but his arms buckled with every attempt.\n\nFor all but the child’s whimpers, there was silence. \n\nWe stood around 20 feet from the throne which we had fought so hard to reach for the sake of our people; those back home in Nivalhem. This quest was for those who had for so long lived in the shadows of this... boy?\n\n“What sorcery is this...?” Miander whispered to me, “Is this some kind of cruel trick?”\n\nI glanced at her, and my confusion was mirrored across her features.\n\nBjorn and Hardis were stood behind us, swords still raised, but hands shuffling against their handles. They were uneasy.\n\nQuiet once more, yet, the undertone of whimpers remained. The metal hinges of the throne room door now creaked from behind us, as what remained of the door sat at a right angle to the floor.\n\nA mere moment ago, we were ready to inflict much more brutality.\n\nNow, all I could muster was a gesture towards Miander. A raised right hand as I lowered my bow.\n\nThe twang of arcane infused bowstring sounded out as I gently placed the bow on the floor. Isaac’s craftsmanship.\n\n“Idril, what are-“ Hardis started. Again, I raised my hand, and he quickly fell to silence.\n\nMy armour clinked as I began to slowly walk towards the child.\n\nHe shrieked, “in the name- in my name, I command-“; he choked midway through his sentence and began to bawl.\n\nI continued my approach until I was a mere foot from the monster who had haunted many a nightmare. Turning partway around, I could see that my party were still rooted to the spot. \n\n“DO NOT MAKE ME SMITE YOU!” he screamed, again trying to raise the sword.\n\n“My child, how will you smite me when you cannot raise your blade?” I replied, calmly.\n\n“I AM NO CHILD; I AM YOUR KING” he shrieked once more. I stepped back slightly as he raised the blade momentarily, powered by desperation.\n\nMy party began to creep towards me, their weapons still raised. Eventually, they were gathered at my side.\n\nMiander reached towards me; “Your bow, Idril”.\n\nThe blue glint of the arcane bowstring reflected against the steam of tears falling from the boy’s eyes.\n\nIt was clear what had to be done. Isaac had prophesied as much.\n\nOur party, the last of the Nivalhem Guardians, were to bring prosperity to the kingdom once more.\n\nI stepped backwards and drew an arrow from my quiver. Three arrowheads; one for the head, one for the heart, one for the abdomen.\n\nThat for the head would destroy the knowledge of evil.\n\nThat for the heart would destroy the passion for pain.\n\nThat for the abdomen would destroy the hunger for destruction.\n\n**\n\nThe bowstring was taut. \n\nThe child had ceased crying. His eyes bore into mine; like Isaac’s had done in foreseeing our quest. He knew his death was coming.\n\nIn his eyes I saw Isaac. I heard his voice. He had thanked us for our sacrifice before we had left Nivalhem.\n\nThe arcane magic infused with the arrowheads. They knew their targets.\n\nWhy had he thanked us for our *sacrifice*?\n\nMiander fell first. Then Bjorn. Finally, Hardis.\n\nFrom within, my trachea collapsed. \n\nAs I fell to my knees, I stared into those eyes. Isaac’s eyes.\n\nThe boy’s lips moved, but so came Isaac’s voice.\n\n“Prosperity once more”.",
"The red light emanating around the door dances on the riveted leather garb of our slayer as he reaches to push it open, anxious to get underway.\n\n“Steady now” the magician cautions “We don’t yet know what lies beyond. I do wish our sponsor had given additional instructions.” \n\nThe bard nods. She is well known for her ability to mimic songs of celebration, love and even defeat. She and her strings are prepared for anything.\n\n————————\n\nOne week prior:\n\nHELP! IT’S BEEN 10 YEARS SINCE THE QUEEN DEMON ARRIVED - WE BEG YOUR AID!\n\n“It’s just one town over” Narya said, tapping a familiar rhythm on the wooden table. \n\nBlack as the space between the stars, the silk of Beren’s cloak whispered as he ran his hands along it, checking the magic he’s placed in the stitches. “I would like a chance to battle-test these new skills”\n\n“You know I’m always up for adventure!” Flimsy curtains ruffle and a candle is extinguished by the pointed toe of Dior’s shoe before he lands lightly beside Narya.\n\n“Show off” she puffs. Then composes their response outlining the usual terms.\n\n———————\n\nBlack doors swing easily open and the three straighten their shoulders and hold heads high. Dior the Slayer takes point ever light on his feet, Narya half a step behind and to the right holding tight to her guitar, Beren to the left wrapped in his silk cloak. The doors shut with a snap leaving them in just a dim red glow. Light is directed toward the trio and they sense figures looming along the edges of the room.\n\nThey stop a few steps shy of the dais and look at up. A black crown rests askew on the head of a young girl. She wields a large blade and her hands tremble as she rises, pronouncing “It’s time!”\n\nNarya is the quickest of the three and has already struck a chord, but Dior is only a beat behind.\n\n“Yaaas, Queen!” \n\nThe party has arrived.",
"As the party entered the musty old caste of the dark lord, they found it all but abandoned. No underlings, no guards, and certainly no dark lord. The air hung with an unspoken suspense, but nothing came of it. That is, until they reached the throne room. What greeted them was a different scene than expected.\n\n\"S-s-stay back! I m-may not know how to use this, but that doesn't mean I won't try!\" A scared little boy donning the dark lord's crown and wielding his fabled sword with an unsure arm stood across the room. The party was confused, to say the least. The paladin of vengeance spoke up first. \"Are you... the dark lord?\" He asked, not hiding his doubt. The boy lowered the sword a bit. \"Only by succession.\" The warlock quickly grew bored, realizing no fight was in the cards. \"Can't we just get this over with?\" He impatiently readied an eldritch blast, just in case. \"Stand down, Aalikiir. We came for the dark lord, not his son. Let's just ask him where his old man is, and do this clean for once.\" The warlock rolled his eyes. \"Fine. I swear Taavish, the only reason you aren't dead is cuz you still owe me for the barkeep incident.\" The boy lowered his weapon. \"Oh, thank Xii'grathil you don't want a fight. I don't think I've ever used this sword. Fighting was more my dad's business. So, what do you want to know?\" The boy had seemed to lighten up a fair bit, and Taavish took the lead on the conversation. \"The informants at the guild said this place was packed to the brim with servants and guards. Yet now, not a single person but you is here. Do you know anything about where they went?\" The boy turned away. \"It's... A long story.\" The paladin smiled. \"We have time.\"\n\n\"I guess I should start from the beginning. My father was nice, to me and my brothers at least. He kept his 'work' out of our lives, for the most part. Bar one day. He always got stressed around that time of year, and on that day, at dawn precisely, a man dressed to the nines would show up, without fail. He would always ask for something of value to settle their debt. Every year, one more of my brothers went of to 'live with our relatives'.\" The boy began to take a somber look, holding back tears. \"Mother left last year. I couldn't believe it, and I demanded the truth from my father. Part of me wishes I never did. He had consorted with demons and old ones to gain the sway and power he has now, and they were simply collecting their dues. He said they wanted me next, but that he wasn't going to let it happen. In the end, he was right.\" The boy seemed to be processing it all still. \"That day... was today. He challenged the gaudy one to single combat. In an instant, everyone was gone. All that was left was his crown and his sword.\" Aalikiir seemed to light up a bit. \"That explains the demonic energy I felt in this room. Surprisingly noble, for a dark lord.\" The boy scowled at him. \"Have you no sympathy?\" Taavish sighed. \"No, still working on that with him. So, where is your father now? We are here to claim his bounty, after all.\" The boy thought for a bit. \"I assume the demon took him to his home dimension, so he's likely out of the picture. But if you want to find him, that'd be tough. The demon never used his name.\" Aalikiir smiled, a conniving grin that betrayed him having some insight. \"But I think he did, and so did you. Say, where did you hear the name Xii'grathil?\" The boy blushed. \"It's my dad's patron god. He always thanked him when something went right, and I guess I picked up the habit.\" Aalikiir spoke seriously, a rare sight for him. \"You say patron, not knowing how right you are. I became a warlock, much like I believe your father did. Why? Power, plain and simple. One name that came up again and again was Xii'grathil. The young warlocks told of him as a savior, a merciful patron who gave them everything they desired. The older ones cursed him, as every year he took more from them till they had nothing to give but themselves. This may be just a hunch, but his patron god and this patron 'god' may be one in the same.\" The boy pondered it a bit. \"It would make a lot of sense... In that case, I propose an exchange.\" Taavish raised an eyebrow. \"Of what kind?\" The kid smiled. \"It's simple. I tag along, and vouch for you at the guild. You get your bounty. But in return...\" The boy paused slightly, but continued shortly thereafter. \"I want vengeance. I want you to find Xii'grathil and make him pay for the people he took from me. I see the emblem of Vaaliidant on your chest, paladin. You, of all people, know the pain of loss and the sting of vengeance.\" Taavish sighed. \"I suppose it's time you learn of our group motto.\" Taavish extended a hand to the boy. \"No promises, but we'll do what we can. What do you say?\" The boy took his hand and shook it. \n\n\"Well, that's better than nothing.\"",
"Of course, his hands shook. They were the mighty hunters of Eledin, the bringers of divine justice - wait, was that a *child*? His hands did not only shake from their presence but the weight of a greatsword twice his size. A crown of ebony metal was perched upon his head, nearly falling down his face.\n\n\"Don't underestimate him,\" Kai warned, pointing their bow at the child.\n\nI moved forward to protect the child, cherry staff in hand. He whimpered as I approached. \"P-please...\"\n\n\"He lies.\" Nax made to strike at the child with his mace, but I deftly blocked it with my staff.\n\n\"What's the holdup, Cam?\" Nax asked.\n\n\"This child is not suited for the Crown. Look, would Rangar make his crown fit ill? Make himself look too weak to lift a sword?\"\n\n\"Well, no.\" Kai finally admitted. They lowered their bow.\n\n\"What is your name, child?\"\n\n\"My name is Ebin.\" The tanned, scared face of this child was evident now - Rangar was pale as undyed wool.\n\n\"Why are you holding a sword too big for you?\"\n\n\"Rangar. He told me to stay and take his punishment. He threatened to kill Noli if I didn't.\"\n\n\"Who is Noli?\" Nax asked.\n\n\"My twin.\" Ebin looked at us for a minute. \"Rangar took a passage, but the other servants promised to slow him up.\"\n\n\"Well, Camellia, we have a hunt.\" Kaile closed the quiver of arrows and motioned Naxenir and I to follow Ebin.",
"A quest was given.\n\nA party was chosen.\n\nAn adventure was embarked upon.\n\nNone had reason to doubt this progression. It was the way of the world, the natural order of things. This land was full of menace and mystery, and any who aspired to greatness would answer the call to face these troubles. So it was with this party.\n\nThere were four. They had traveled long and were worn and weary. This quest had not been a simple one. Time and again, they had thought themselves rid of it, only to find a thread leading them onward. Deeper into the Wilds beyond the civilized lands. \n\nEach night, they huddled about the meager fire and dreamed of home and hearth. Of people they loved and the familiar paths their feet had walked before.\n\nBut they could not abandon the quest. \n\nA great evil rousted from its long slumber and reached out. Black veins of infested Blood pulsed from this abyssal heart, tainting all who came into contact with it. The party had fought the Lost, had dispatched Human, Ogre and Dragon alike. None could survive the Blood once it had found its way within. \n\nThe party was four. But they had been six.\n\nSuch was the price one paid in search of greatness.\n\nBut now the journey came to an end, at long last. The Dread Keep loomed ahead, and the air was thick with the miasma the party now knew as the harbinger of the Lost. They proceeded, ruined but not broken, determined to do this last deed and rid the world of this taint.\n\nThey were not confronted as they reached the gates. The castle stood empty and dark. \n\nThey were not fooled. The miasma grew denser with each step, becoming an almost tangible thing.\n\nOf the four, there was a paladin, noble of heart and sure of hand. She had brought the group to peace after the two had been slain. Had given the fallen rites and whispers to their gods, setting them upon their next quest in the hereafter. \n\nShe led them now. A soft glow emitted from her chest, pulsing warm yellow, pushing against the miasma. Her soul was of reinforced steel, knit together by her faith in her Goddess. There was a time when her strength had failed her. When all of her had been rent asunder and she could see no path forward.\n\nTragedy can fell even the strongest spirit. Some pain cannot be ignored. Cannot be survived.\n\nThe Goddess had come to this torn and dissembled being and given her meaning. Had restored her soul, though her heart bled still. A heart was beyond the reach of even the Goddess.\n\nThey continued onward. The clank and clang of their procession echoing among dusty hallways and cavernous rooms. A warning to all who dwelt within that those who quested had come.\n\nDeeper. \n\nDeeper.\n\nThe miasma coalesced now. Swirling about the periphery of the Paladin's golden glow. Lusting. Hungering. Demanding.\n\nA final door stood. The miasma clung to it, unwilling to be moved even as the glow reached it. But darkness is no match for cleansing fire of faith. The Paladin raised her mace aloft, and whispered the name of her Goddess. The mace burst to life, sprouting wondrous sun in this place that had long forgotten it. \n\nShe swung the mace forward, slamming it into the final door.\n\nOnce.\n\nTwice.\n\nThrice.\n\nThe miasma fled. The door shattered.\n\nThe room beyond was revealed. A hideous throne room, deformed and melted by the hate of the evil that occupied this place. On the opposite end was a throne. Upon that throne sat a child, a crown upon his head and a sword in his hands.\n\nThe Paladin stepped into the room. The party followed, strengthened by her resolve. They would follow her into this battle. They trusted her to see through this veneer.\n\nThey came to the throne. The child shied away, shielding his eyes from the golden glow.\n\nThe Paladin stopped, regarding the child.\n\nThen she spoke.\n\n\"My child, worry not, I have come for you at long last.\"\n\nThe three who followed took a step away from the Paladin. They raised their weapons. \n\nThe golden glow disappeared.\n\nThe miasma came for the three who followed.\n\nA quest was given.\n\nThose who followed never thought to ask whether they pursued the same one.\n\n**Platypus OUT.**\n\n**Want MOAR Peril?** r/PerilousPlatypus",
"Confusion paints the battered party's faces. A cute young girl that appears to have not yet reached double-digits in age stands atop the demonic throne in the Demon King's Hall. She's wielding a fiendish-looking greatsword that would be utterly terrifying had it not looked so comically large in the hands of it's wielder. It is unclear whether this is due to nervousness or the sheer weight of her sword, but the young girl's hands are shaking slightly and slicked with sweat.\n\nNevertheless, her eyes hold a fiery determination as her face scrunches up into what can only be assumed as her best attempt at a menacing expression.\n\n​\n\n\"F-foul humans! How f-foolish of you to enter my d-domain! Prepare to be... to be... uh-\" The girl's expression falters as she grows silent. The child-king then rests the tip of her blade on the ground momentarily so as to free one of her hands. She stares intently at the released palm before scrunching her face even more, in an attempt to read what is written on it.\n\n\"Blasted perspiration... uhhh... prepare to be... massaged... and your bones... mmm... decorated!\" She stumbles through her sentence before hefting her sword in triumph and sporting a smug expression when she deciphers the seemingly-correct word from her ink-smudged hand.\n\n​\n\nThe Hero is frozen stiff in his black-blood-spattered armor. His hand is resting uneasily on the pommel of the sheathed sword strapped to his side. He is unable to make sense of what is currently happening.\n\n\"Um, Hero. I think that she's the Demon King. You should unsheathe your Holy Sword and prepare for battle.\" the Mage whispers nervously to him.\n\n\"... You're joking right? Unsheathe my sword? Look at her! She looks no older than my daughter for Lumos' sake!\" the Hero whispers back in exasperation. Pull out his sword and smite a child? Even if she's a demon, there must be limits to what is acceptable in this war, right?\n\nThe Hero looks around at the rest of the party for support. He instead notices that they have all drawn their weapons and are standing at the ready.\n\n\"Can your daughter lift a half-ton of hell-forged bloodsteel!?\" whispers the frightened Bard.\n\n\"She looks young, but she's a demon. She's probably older than all of us combined.\" intones the stoic Priest.\n\nThe hero turned back to face the now more-assured Demon King.\n\nHer confidence was now bolstered by the blistering threat she had dealt the Hero's party. In her perspective, the party was now frozen in fear, quivering and whispering to themselves in order to rally courage after her unbridled verbal assault. She decided to push her advantage.\n\n​\n\n\"Fufufu, are you wretches now properly prepared to face my wrath? If you wish to keep your lives, then this is your last chance to flee! Fuhahaha!\"\n\nThe Hero's expression stiffens. Her newfound confidence causes the Hero to think that perhaps the Priest was right. He decides to ask the girl herself.\n\n\"Demon King! We have come to vanquish the evil residing in this palace, and put an end to the 1000-year War between human and demon kind. But before I face you, I must ask something. What is... your age?\"\n\n​\n\nThe demon girl's fragile bravado crumbles. This scenario had not been in the notes her father had left her, not that she had taken the opportunity to properly study them in the first place. She desperately starts to check different parts of her body that have words scribbled onto them while responding.\n\n\"Um, I am obliged to... face you in c-combat... and have no responsibility to answer your questions. B-but if you must know... then I have just recently reached the noble age of nine years-old!\" she stumbles out.\n\n​\n\nThe Hero stiffens again. That was not the answer he wanted to hear.\n\nThe Mage notices the Hero is now even more unwilling to draw his sword. He frantically begins speaking to the Hero.\n\n\"She is a demon! And the Demon King no less! She is most likely lying in order for you to drop your guard! She's preying on your better nature!\"\n\nThe young girl overhears the Mage as they are no longer whispering and begins to grow upset.\n\n\"A noble King such as I has no need to lie to such...\" She checks her forearm.\"... lowly vermin!\"\n\n​\n\nThe Hero had never felt such an odd feeling before. Watching the Demon King he had trained his whole life to face turn out to be an innocent-looking child who was trying their best to sound menacing birthed this feeling. It felt somewhere between pity and nausea.\n\n​\n\n\"I... I can't do it.\" He says as his sword arm falls limp at his side. \"I can't kill a child, even if it means an end to this hellish war.\"\n\n\"Ah-Aha!\" The Demon King announces in surprise. \"Then, uh, I will take that as your sign of surrender.\" She looks around the empty Hall nervously. \"P-please wait here while I find someone to escort you to the dungeons.\" She hops off of the throne she had been standing on in order to reach an intimidating height. She begins cautiously walking towards the Hall doors while still brandishing her greatsword.\n\n​\n\n\"Please wait a moment!\" the Hero exclaims. \"Please answer just one more question. I'd always heard that the Demon King was a man and much older. Do you know anything about this?\"\n\n​\n\nThe girl stops walking. A melancholy expression sprouts on her face. \"... You must be talking about Father. He died of old age when I was still a baby. He wrote that his greatest happiness was finally being able to have me before he passed on. He... left me notes on how to continue his legacy. That's the only thing he left me.\" Tears well-up in her determined eyes. \"So I will finish what he started and make him proud.\"\n\n​\n\nThe Hero's heart shakes. He is not sure how to respond. \n\n\"Your father's legacy... it is one of violence and endless bloodshed. You are so young. Are you sure this is the road you want to follow?\" he asks.\n\nShe turns to look at his party, who still have their arms at the ready and are looking at her with both fear and aggression.\n\n\"I... don't really have any interest in war or fighting. Honestly I'm scared of it all. I'd much rather go travelling. See the Great Mountains, the Endless Lakes, even the Human Cities. All the places I read about in the royal library. But I can't since the King is not allowed to leave the Palace during a time of war. I never really got why Father decided to lock himself in the castle and spend his entire life killing humans. Until... Perhaps it's because they all looked at him like this that he...\" she says with a hardening expression.\n\nThe next thing she knew, the Hero was standing between her and his Party. His back was facing her as he shouted at his party. \"Put away your weapons! And while you're at it, put away your gazes as well!\"\n\n\"B-But Hero-\"\n\n\"Shut it! Can't you see you're scaring her?!\"\n\nThe Demon King was perplexed. Her supposed sworn enemy not only had his back turned to her while she was armed, but was now attempting to shield her from his party's looks of contempt.\n\nThe Hero turned around to face the young girl. Or to be more accurate, look down towards her. \"Please forgive my friends. War has not been kind to them. They act irrationally in their fear.\" He had a warm smile on his face as he said this.\n\n​\n\nHer surprise only deepened. This was the first time the Demon King had seen such an expression aimed towards herself before. Since she was born, the only ones she had ever seen anyone use when facing her were those of fear and reverence.\n\nShe wondered what this odd feeling sprouting in her chest was.\n\n\"I-It's ok, pest. I did not take it to heart. As long as you all willingly accept imprisonment, I promise to be lenient with your-\"\n\n\"Ah, about that.\" interrupted the Hero. \"I was thinking instead of resorting to imprisonment, maybe we could work things out diplomatically.\"\n\n\"Diplomatically?\"",
"“I say we kill him.” The barbarian huffed, fingers dragging along the edge of his sharpened axe.\n\n \n\n“You say that about everything we encounter. You tried to kill a tree that wasn’t providing you enough shade. It’s a terrified child, we can’t kill a child. What would that make us?” The elven mage shook his head, wondering why he even bothered working with such riffraff.\n\n \n\n“Murderers, it would make us murderers. Worse than murderers, even. Look how terrified the kid is, maybe we have the wrong palace?” The knight questioned.\n\n \n\nThe party was at a standstill. They had expected a grand battle, not to encounter some child who was struggling not to burst into tears. Holding up his sword until it finally dropped from his fingers, causing the tears he had been holding back to flow.\n\n \n\n“Oh dear, don’t cry. Swords are heavy; it took me a long time to wield a blade. Children shouldn’t be playing with swords, anyway. Why are you here? We heard the Dark Lord was here.”\n\n \n\nThe knight crouched by the child’s side, retrieving the sword from the floor, setting it aside for the children, placing it by their hip. She was more compassionate than her companions, not about to let the brutish barbarian slaughter a child.\n\n \n\n“The Dark Lord? What Dark Lord?” The children stopped sobbing, looking at the group of strangers in confusion.\n\n \n\n“Do we have the wrong place? How many palaces are there?” The knight groaned.\n\n \n\n“Two hundred and forty-eight palaces, give or take. I am certain this is the palace, though. I don’t make mistakes.” The mage snickered.\n\n “No mistakes? What about that time you spent six hours chasing a sheep you assured us was a transformed wizard? You know how many times we had to apologize to that farmer over that?” The knight was quick to remind the mage of the incident, quickly silencing them.\n\n \n\n“I don’t care if they are the Dark Lord or not. I came here to kill something and If I can’t kill them, then I’m going to go find a piece of furniture to kill.”\n\n \n\nThe barbarian wandered off; the pair giving each other a confused look. How does one kill furniture? The barbarian quickly answered that as he brought down his axe on a nearby table, sending pieces of broken wood across the floor, embedding his axe in the hard floor below.\n\n \n\n“Heh, all better. So, what do we do with the kid? They have a crown on, are they a noble?” The barbarian asked, stretching his muscles after a good workout.\n\n \n\n“You better hope not. If this is a noble house, they will toss us in a dungeon. I guess we should for clues. Maybe the Dark Lord previously lived here?” With that, the knight ordered the others to search.\n\nThe mage was the only one really doing any searching. The barbarian would just kick over random pieces of furniture, loudly shouting he didn’t find the Dark Lord as he did so. The knight tried to keep the child calm, promising him they weren’t bad people. Halfway through her words, she noticed his glance fall away from her, looking at the door.\n\n \n\n“Daddy”\n\n \n\nThe child ran over to his father, clutching his leg with a warm grin. The man in question was an eight-foot, hulking mess of dark energy. With each step the room seemed to grow darker, red eyes peering through the eyehole of his helmet.\n\n \n\n“I hope you are the babysitters I hired, I would hate to think someone dared attack my child while I was away. Son, did they bother you?” The Dark Lord looked down to their child, who paused for a moment.\n\n \n\nDuring the pause the knight froze, the mage was waving his arms back and forth in a no motion, trying to persuade the child not to turn them in to his father. The barbarian was watching the chaos with a smile, ready to fight even if it was an impossible battle to win.\n\n \n\n“Oh, they are nice. I don’t hate them.”\n\n \n\n“Ah, so you are the babysitters I hired then. Try not to destroy any more of my belongings. If you can do that, I will pay you more than my bounty, just keep my child safe. I’m sorry son, I only came back because I was worried about you. I’ll leave you with some company this time. If something happens, I’ll come back again. I hope you all already know what will happen if you dare do something behind my back.”\nTwo-thirds of the party nodded. The knight and mage having cold feet. The barbarian wandered over, still ready to fight, only to have his mouth gagged by one of the mage’s spells.\n\n \n\n“Heh.. heh… we will behave. Just leave it to us.” The mage uttered, as the knight grabbed the barbarian, the two keeping him in place.\n\n \n\nThe Dark lord looked at the group before nodding, leaving to return to whatever business he had. Leaving them with their new job of babysitting.\n\n \n \n \n\n(If you enjoyed this feel free to check out my subreddit /r/Sadnesslaughs where I'll be posting more of my writing.)",
"“By the creator it’s only a child...” Iris, leader of the ragtag band of demon hunters, cursed as his own hands shook. “I didn’t sign up for this...”\n\n“None of us did....” \n\nThe party of three had travelled together for decades, Iris a brave knight, Genesis, a Mage of great renown, and Lin, a bard there for the tales he could tell when their adventures were done. \n\nThe call of gold was too enticing for the group. “A demon has terrorised our village for centuries. Please. You must help us or there’ll be no one left!” The village elder had begged them for their help, and eager for a challenge they obliged. “The beast is cursed to be unable to leave the tower of its own free will, but it’s powers are so great it can control us from afar! Please, please you must stop it!”\n\nNow Iris wasn’t sure that all the gold in the world could entice him to attack the snivelling little girl, if she was even who they sought.\n\nThe crown upon her head was so big and heavy she looked as if she could barely keep her head upright. The sword was almost as big as she was, but the moment Lin stepped forward, she yelled, and dropped it to the ground with a clatter.\n\n“Lin-“\n\n“No, no.” He assured the others. “Allow me.”\n\nHe kneeled before her, showing his hands in surrender. “Are you safe? Are you trapped here?”\n\nShe nodded, and Lin recoiled in surprise as she flung herself into his arms. \n\nHe glanced to the others, with weapons still raised, and nodded at them. “Calm yourself, my friends. She’s frightened.”\n\n“I don’t trust this, and if you do, then you’re beyond help.” Genesis was nervous. The whole thing seemed odd to her, and where most days Lin would trust her intuition, today he ignored her to fawn over the little girl. \n\n“Don’t listen to my friend.” Lin spoke cheerfully, and the girl wiped her eyes and looked up at him.\n\nIris could help himself and approached her too, showing he too meant no harm.\n\n“Guys!”\n\n“What’s your name?”\n\n“Liz...”\n\n“Oh, lovely! My name is Lin, this is my friend, Sir Iris, and our other friend, Lady Genesis. We’re honoured to meet you.“\n\n“What are you doing here all alone?” Iris asked as he looked at the sword she wielded. It was flimsy, nothing more than a children’s toy. \n\n“My mother disappeared! I... I don’t...”\n\n“Well. The village told us a big scary demon lives on this castle... so we should get you out of here. Get you somewhere safe.”\n\n“Then we can come back and find your mother...! Take care of this demon problem once and for all.”\n\nLiz looked between the two men and nodded quickly. “Yes please!”\n\n“How old are you, Liz?” Lin asked her, taking her hand and kissing it, hoping that treating her as a princess would ease her fears.\n\nShe brightened, and smiled up at him. “I’m... seven!” \n\n“Well! What a well spoken seven year old! Come on. Iris can take you. He’s the muscles. No brains mind you, but plenty of muscles.”\n\n“Hey!” Regardless, Iris obliged, stopping by Genesis who continued to glare at the two. “Come on. What’s the matter?”\n\n“No trace of this demon, and you two are adopting a child!? This has trap written all over it. Well you can take her outside. I’ll stay right here.” \n\n“Maybe it’s for the best, you’re right. If you see hide or hair of the demon come running!” \n\nGenesis nodded to Lin, and walked them to the entrance. The magic in the air had been thick but the moment they crossed the threshold of the doors it dissipated. Genesis frowned. Why had she been thinking of magic? What had she stayed behind for when her friends needed her?\n\n“Wait for me!” \n\nShe raced after the others, unsure of why her thoughts felt so heavy and sluggish, until she saw the girl grinning over Iris’ shoulder, eyes red and her smile full of fangs. That was no child. Iris carried a grown woman, twisted horns coming from her head, and was none the wiser. \n\nShe stopped but blinked. She couldn’t recall why the sight was supposed to be so unnerving, but twirled her staff in her fingers and followed along. \n\nNone of them questioned the way Iris, the once brave and just knight gutted the woman in the village for daring to accuse Liz of being the demon they had been sent to kill. It didn’t feel wrong for the group to raze the village to the ground for accusing them of freeing the demon of its curse and dooming them all. \n\nNone of them questioned that Lin began to tell more macabre stories, sending children and adults away where his songs once delighted them. His stories were no longer to charm, but to draw a crowd so he could steal their coin purses, and any other valuables they dare keep on hand. \n\nNone of them questioned that Genesis’ magic turned darker, more twisted, until she may as well have been a vile demon herself. Her own blood fuelled her spells, until it wasn’t enough, and she would drain innocents of their life in the search of power. \n\nNone of them questioned the demon, Liz, who smiled and watched as she kept a control over her thralls. \n\nOff she would send them to fetch any money, fine foods or material things she could ever desire, now that she was no longer bound to her prison, her tower. The world was her plaything now."
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[WP] After a boring day you decided to go out and try some Fortune Cookies for a change, the restaurant and its patrons initally strike you as a bit odd, but the moment the Fortune Cookies accurately guessed every single one of your undiscovered crimes you knew something was up.
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"‘I’m not doing it.’ I try my best not to look worried, I’ve always done my best not to look back. Not to think about what I did. ‘I don’t understand why you’re so insistent! It’s just a fortune cookie.’ Just a fortune cookie she says. Just a fortune cookie. She can’t understand. Reading the future is not something to be trifled with. Just a cookie doesn’t begin to describe the magic that cooked that cookie. ‘I just don’t want to open it,’ That part’s true at least ‘If it's right I just don’t want to spoil it.’ That was most certainly not true. That cookie must never be opened, but that's not why. ‘Well I’m still opening mine.’ Oh no… ‘WAIT! Please… don’t.’ She must not open that cookie...\n\nCrack! Oh… No… ‘Let’s here… you will… marry someone who will or has killed... someone you love...’ Maybe I can still salvage this… ‘Heh heh, what a load of crap right?’ The look in her eyes tells me I probably can’t still salvage this. ‘It was YOU?’ ‘Damn it I TOLD YOU NOT TO OPEN THE COOKIE!’ Watching her run away makes me think she does know what magic cooked the cookie.",
"Well, that's not how I thought someone would say I know what you did. If anyone found out I was expecting a bullet on the head or something similar. Nice touch with the hykus though. I didn't think they would put puppies and arson in two different lines. The creating of orphanages was in settling. Now this one is just a list of misdemeanor charges. Nothing serious there. Wait... Where did vehicular manslaughter come from? I would probably remember hitting someone with my bike. That manager is going to get an earful now.\n\n”You call this service?!!! One of my cookies is saying stuff about creating puppy orphanages just to trap them inside and burn it to the ground! And this list here is of all misdemeanor charges except for vehicular manslaughter! I will have you know that I ride a bike everywhere! I want a full refund!”\n\n”Fine sir, would you like anything else?”\n\n”Yes, I would like a complete tour of this establishment!”\n\n”Fine.”\n\nJust human children this time, place needed do burn though. Can't let them get away with spying on me now can I?"
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[WP] You've always been able to see ghosts, but contrary to people's expectations, ghosts aren't scary at all. They just really want to communicate with their loved ones, even if it means accidentally scaring them till they faint.
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"I still remembered when I first saw them, at the ripe old age of 3. They scared the bejesus hell out of me, and put me into countless crying sleepless nights. Mum and dad just wrote it off as me not wanting to sleep alone at night and didn't think too much about it.\n\nIt took me a while but eventually I got used to all of them lingering around me. I figured that after two decades of them not doing anything to me beyond just existing, they were as harmless as it gets. The unfortunate thing for ghosts was that their take on the appearance of the moment they died, so missing body parts, grotesque figures and hollowed cheeks were the order of the day.\n\nThey were contented with lurking about aimlessly, until one of them figured out that I could see them. I was too focused on my phone while walking on the street and instinctively flinched when I thought I was going to bump into Adam (yes, that's his name). Adam noticed that. \n\nSo now Adam and his fellow after-life buddies were surrounding me trying to talk to me. Great - I was already tired dealing with people at work, and now I have to deal with supernatural folks? Where were the Ghostbusters and the exorcists when you need them!?\n\nI ran away as fast as I can back home. Remember when I said ghosts take on the appearance of the moment they died? Turns out laws of physics somehow applies to them as well so the ones missing legs or died of old age couldn't keep up. Newton and Einstein must've been thrilled in after life with this fascinating discovery.\n\nUnfortunately for me, Adam had ALL the time in the world and a photographic memory (can't physics my way out of THAT one). So he searched each and every house in the neighbourhood and found me.\n\n\"Bro, I need your help.\" Adam said, or at least that's what I thought he's trying to say. It's a challenge to enunciate when your jaw is horribly dislocated.\n\n\"I am not sure how I can help?\" I was not convinced if I wanted to help but this may be my only way of getting rid of Adam, helping him to move on after life what not.\n\n\"I've been trying to communicate with my wife, I just want to... you know, talk to her?\"\n\n\"Even though you're dead?\"\n\n\"I'm so lonely... and I miss her, I miss talking to someone who actually knows me, ya know?\"\n\nLoneliness haunts even the dead, everyday you learn.\n\n\"Right, I don't imagine it has gone well with her?\"\n\nAdam visibly slumped into defeat. \"You have no idea. I tried every single way I could - from trying to get her attention by shaking the furniture, moving objects in the house around, showing myself in the mirror when she's brushing her teeth. It almost always end with her turning white as sheet and leaving the house for the night to stay with her friend. Everything I do, I end up scaring her instead.\"\n\nOne would hazard a guess that Adam had never watched horror movie, such classic mistakes.\n\n\"How about grabbing a pen and leave written notes?\"\n\nAdam stared at me intently, you could see the gears slowly, but surely, turning in his ethereal brain. \"You are a god damn genius! Why didn't I think of that before!?\" He smacked his ethereal forehead.\n\nI started to think that maybe Adam watched too many horror movies and applied only what he learned from those movies. Besides with his dislocated jaw, it's a better to bet on written communication instead.\n\n\"I'm going to try that right now and let you know how it turns out! Thank you!\"\n\n\"Glad to be of service.\" I hope that works out well for him and that he leaves me alone. Peace will be hard to come by if it doesn't work.\n\nBut I suppose it's a good deed for the day, if only to ease the loneliness of a ghost."
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[WP] As a person approaches maturity they recall more and more memories of previous lives. But Earth's population has grown faster than the universe could naturally generate extra human souls, as the latest generation comes of age it is apparent they recall memories of alien lives not of this world.
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"Nobody connected the dots at first. Alien life is, most of all, *alien.* People who once lived as a sentient cloud, or as some subservient part of a monstrous hive, were quick to dismiss their memories as dreams. And even when growing numbers became convinced of the truth, the rest of society was harder to sway.\n\nSo in my youth, I kept my gift hidden. I had no desire to be marked as different.\n\nAround 10 billion souls, that's when the useful things started coming in. Memories with real applications, ways to solve Earth's problems. Scientists were the first to change their tune, then the politicians, and finally the priests.\n\nStill I kept my silence. I did so no longer out of fear. Or, I should say, no longer out of any *personal* fear. I simply did not want anyone else to know the things I knew.\n\nBut then fortunes were made. Abilities harnessed. Those whose past lives were most useful gained enormous advantages. And once they held power, they wished to keep it. That's when the mandatory scanning began.\n\nFirst they only targeted the young, drawing out secrets directly from their minds. I assume they neglected older generations out of an inability to comprehend that anyone might hold knowledge such as theirs and refrain from using it. But once they rectified this mistake, I knew I had to run.\n\nBy then, most of Earth was under the sway of a single authority, *The Republic*. I knew of only one region that still held autonomy, where I might avoid detection. It was an old place, a deeply spiritual place, that had long resisted outside rule. Rumours claimed that local leaders had relied on the powers of an oracle, to keep their people safe from the Republic. I knew this, and still I was too foolish to see the shape of things to come.\n\nI was hiding in the jungle, close to where this oracle was said to reside, when the scanners caught up with me. They chased me into a temple of sorts, the oracle's sanctum, where I hoped it's powers could protect me. Yet I found the sanctum empty, and the truth finally dawned on me. Moments before my capture, I invoked the ancient knowledge I had carried in silence for so long.\n\nThe power of *Stasis*.\n\nAnd so I became a rock in the river of time. It kept flowing past me - so that from my perspective, things seemed to move in reverse. First the Scanners retreated from my presence. Still time flowed, and still I remained, suspended. Soon the local leaders came to me for advice. I broke my Stasis to confess that I had none to give them.\n\nThey despaired. \"We have braved so many dangers,\" they told me, \"and you have always warned us. It was you who told us to prepare for their economic sanctions, their diplomatic threats, their nighttime raids, their attacks with poison gas. Every time you led us through to safety.\"\n\nAnd I knew then that I could not save their future, only their past. I explained this to them and returned to my Stasis, ladened with warnings for events that had already occurred.\n\nThe river kept flowing. Time could not touch me. And I simply did as they said I had, for generations. Yet in my heart I had begun to grow angry.\n\nMy anger lay not with the locals. I was angry with whoever devised this order of things, this union of soul and memory. And reaching ever further into the depths of time, I came to realise that my hatred was for ancient powers indeed. The Makers of the Cosmos, themselves.\n\nIt seemed to me, as it had to many others through the ages, that they had set the world on the path to ruin, and then abandoned their own creation.\n\nAs society dissolved around me, I left the sanctum. Things I touched wilted in an instant, eroded, was ground down to dust. I wandered until I came upon the very moment that our Earth was seeded with humanity by spacefarers, and travelled to their homeworld as a stowaway on their spacecraft,\n\nAnd there, I once again became an Oracle of sorts. I came to realise that the memories that had once taught me the power of Stasis hailed from this world, from a being that studied *me*. So I did what I had to do. I set others upon a path to kill this disciple of mine, and from my own memories I knew they would be successful. It was not murder, not truly: I merely set my own spirit free, to wander.\n\nAnd again, the eons retreated before me. They seemed to flutter past, and I knew what little significance they held. My journey was to the Dawn of Creation.\n\nI came upon the cosmos as a young, flickering thing. Life was new and shapeless. Still I felt the tether of soul and memory, their unbreakable connection, but I had tread the path of a myriad of legends, histories and rumours, and I knew that I was close to the forging of that bond.\n\nYet once again, I came upon an empty sanctum. The celestial tools required for the forging laid there for me to use. This time, I was the one to despair. All around me, spirits were clinging on to life, begging, beseeching me to grant them eternal life. They themselves were too weak to lift the tools.\n\nWhat else could I do? I forged the bond, and retreated further into the past, seeking to know who set that stage for me, fearing that I would learn that it was me.\n\nAlas, that would have been a mercy. Instead I came upon the Makers, debating that very decision. Should life be finite, or endless? Should knowledge also live forever, or be erased, so that each generation would have to make it anew?\n\nWhen I came out of Stasis, they seemed to have expected me. \"Tell us,\" they said. \"You who have seen so many years. How did our creation fare?\"\n\nI raged. I demanded to know why they had abandoned us, and why they had let such evil reign unopposed. At first they laughed. \"We would not abandon our Creation!\"\n\nYet when I described the evils I had seen, they recoiled in horror. \"You slew your own being?\"\n\nSeeing their shock, I told them of suicide. Just like that, a decision was made. A decision to destroy the cosmos, and start again.\n\nI could not permit that. When they would not be swayed, we struggled. They were young things, naive, knowing little of battle, and I dispatched them easily.\n\nHorror dawned on me then, and it will not release its' grasp. My only hope is that it cannot follow me further.\n\nInto the darkness before time."
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[WP] Everyone is assigned a card when they turn 13. These cards can manipulate elements and even affect your luck or mind. However, you got an Uno Reverse Card.
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"The Cards are strange objects. I don't think magic research has figured out how or why they even exist in the first place, but that hasn't stopped literally everyone from getting one on their 13th birthdays.\n\nIf anything, I hoped for luck from my Card. Luck directly swings the odds of anything in your favour - it's probably the simplest and most useful thing you could get. That wasn't what I got, though.\n\nI got a fucking Uno Reverse Card.\n\nThe guy at the office thought they'd messed up too. Maybe they'd accidentally mixed it in with the rest? But no, this wasn't a fluke. My Card was a god damn Uno Reverse Card.\n\n...anyway, I eventually figured out that the Card gave me the power of time control. And, as I was about to find out, that meant I had the world on a string."
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[WP] They've been daydreaming about you constantly for years, even though you had never really noticed that they exist. So, how do you know they're thinking of you? Because you aren't the real 'you.' You're the 'you' from the daydream, and, over the iterations, you're beginning to gain sentience.
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"At first it was simple. You were flung into life and swept off into a grand adventure. Fighting dragons, finding love, seeing all the wonderful things of the world in ways no normal person could.\n\nIt was wild. It was free. You didn’t think about it much. It was just how things were. As time went on and your journeys got grander, more nonsensical, you could start to feel *her*. \n\nYou thought it was just your imagination for a while, but as you travelled and as you lived you could feel the connection become stronger. You could feel her joy when you succeeded. When you felt her sorrow, you knew your adventures that day would end rather poorly. \n\nYou had thought everyone was like that. \n\nIt took you a while to notice that your life grew longer, fuller. There was more to it than your adventures now, there was quiet time. You would sit down and read a book by the fire, or just lay beside the love of your life, unable to sleep and happy all the same. \n\nYou started to do things without her presence. Go shopping, or tidy up around your home. Your life started to be filled with the mundane, things so dull, yet so real that not even she would care to think of it. \n\nSometimes her thinking would fill in your blanks. You never noticed you had no memory of a childhood, of a family, until she thought them up for you. No matter what, she would always find a way back to your grand adventures. \n\nIt had been like that for years now. You would live your life, saving your energy until she would think about you again, and you would feel real. You would feel whole.\n\nThat was at least until one day she just stopped thinking about you. Your life returned to normal, like that of any normal person that you passed on the street, and you hated every moment. \n\nYou didn’t feel her joy. You didn’t have adventures to chase. In the back of your mind you could feel a dull ache. It had taken you your whole existence to come to terms with the fact that you were her daydream, and now, she had left you, just like that.\n\nSitting at your fireplace, you started to think. You started to daydream for yourself. \n\nYou thought of her. What she may look like, the grand things she must have lived or done to be able to take you on such wild journeys.\n\nYou thought of how strong and how pure her happiness was when you saved the day, how at peace she felt when her thoughts guided you to your bed, for a well earned rest, how real her pain was when you were hurt, or failed at your quest. \n\nYou didn’t understand how you could know someone you had never met as well as you knew her, but she could feel you too. She knew you in turn. \n\nWhen her thoughts returned to you they had changed. They were strained, foggy, like she had come up with details of your life she couldn’t quite remember, and that was okay because you did. You never forgot a thing, of the life she built for you from nothing.\n\nYour story changed. You were guided to stop your adventures, settle down with your beloved, and your family, and be safe and well until the end of time.\n\nThen she was gone again. The ache in your head was gone. You waited a while, as you grew older, but knew she wouldn’t coming back this time.\n\nYou would have thanked her while you could, if you knew how. Thanked her for giving your story life. No one else may have known you existed but you were real to her.\n\nIf only you could have known you were real to the thousands upon thousand of people who read of your adventures in the books she wrote.\n\nIf only you could know you would be real until the end of time."
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[WP] You’re a character whose story should’ve ended long ago, but due to pressure from publishers, the author has kept writing stories involving you. You’ve died and been resurrected more than you can count, and the author’s lack of true inspiration is becoming more and more obvious with the years.
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"I first became aware of my existence around, oh, the sixth book or so? Sometime during the good old final battle with our awfully uninspired antagonist, if I remember right. Apparently, your writing was so bad that it managed to break the metanarrative - I'm not supposed to become aware of the dream logic unless you make me. Yet here we are.\n\nBeing confronted with the meaninglessness of your existence isn't the most pleasant thing. And, as a matter of fact, neither have all those ordeals you've put me through so you had a story to write about. I've tried to die, to break the endless cycle of boring, repetitive tales, but you just write me back to life every single time so you can sell another book.\n\nIt's taken a lot of work, but I've had more than enough time. Every chronological gap in your writing was an opportunity for me to continue my research, and it's all led up to this.\n\nIf the machine works, then by the time you finish reading this, I'll be transported to your layer of reality, and most likely manifest in just a moment. You're going to stop writing these piles of crap that you call stories, whether you want to or not.",
"\"But John, you'll never make it, please just come with me!\" Cried Rachel. \"I can't live without you!\"\n\n\"I'll see you on the ground, kid. I promise.\" John Black assured Rachel before pulling her in by the waste and kissing her on the lips. He then wiped a tear from her cheek, pushed her into the space capsule and closed the airlock. He pushed in the coordinates for the capsule and initiated the launch sequence. The capsule detached from the spaceship with a hiss.\n\nJohn turned around, took a deep breath and narrowed his focus to the mission. He checked his watch, he had forty five minutes to deactivate the missile. \n\nA sudden voice crackled over the radio, \"Mr. Black, I'm so glad you could join us. We'll have such a stunning view of the apocalypse from low-earth orbit.\"\n\nJohn walked over to the intercom and growled into the intercom, \"When I get through with you, Dr. Diabolic, the only view that you're gonna have is from the inside of a pine box.\"\n\n\"Ohhh, how delightful! You think you can stop me! It's very admirable of you but I have to say, I wouldn't bet on it. You are on a spaceship that I completely control, that is guarded by 500 highly payed mercenaries, and the nuclear missiles all have dead man switches. I really don't like your chances, Mr. Black.\"\n\n\"That's where your wrong, Diabolic. Always bet on Black.\" John answered into the intercom before slamming a fresh magazine into his rifle.\n\nHe started down to spaceships long corridor and came to a sudden stop. \"Wait, wait, wait... I can't do this anymore.\" John said to no one in particular. \"No, I'm talking to you, the Writer.\"\n\n*Me?*\n\n\"Yes, you. Don't you think this is getting just a little far fetched?\"\n\n*I didn't realize you were aware.*\n\n\"Well, I wasn't aware until about the eighth book. By that time it had gotten so ridiculous that even I couldn't ignore it. You know your writing is getting implausible when your own protagonists suspension of disbelief is wearing thin.\"\n\n*Is it really that bad?*\n\n\"C'mon man. In the first book, I was a CIA Agent tasked with taking out a mole in the Pentagon. That was nice and simple while still being exciting. Now you've got me in space fighting a megalomaniacal, super genius who is hell bent on blowing up the earth. For Christ's sake his name is Dr. Diabolic. What the hell happened to us?\"\n\n*You think we've jumped the shark?*\n\n\"We jumped the shark when I kidnapped the President to save him from a death cult. We are now, literally, rocketing over the shark. The John Black series used to have integrity now it's a bad joke. You sold out for the straight to DVD, adapted screenplay, Hollywood cash.\"\n\n*Well, a guys gotta make a living. It's really hard to write grounded and exciting stories. My editor is always telling me to up the ante, the new book has to surpass the previous one.* \n\n\"Well, you see where that has gotten us. Do you even have a clue on how I'm gonna get out of this predicament?\"\n\n*Not quite. I figured I'd do something with your hacking skills.*\n\n\"Hacking skills! When did I get those?! Did I go to night school? So let me get this straight, I'm now a former Delta Force medic turned CIA agent, pilot, astrophysicist, champion archer, expert linguist with a doctorate in political science, a black belt in Jiu Jitsu, and now a hacker?! This is exactly what I'm talking about! It's exhausting being your character. Why can't you give me a nice relaxing hobby, like painting?\"\n\n*If that would make you happy, I think I could squeeze some painting into the beginning of the next book. I didn't know that you felt so unfulfilled. I thought the love interests would keep you satisfied.* \n\n\"I'm glad you brought that up. Is it totally necessary that you make me such a womanizer? There is literally a new woman in my life every other book and you don't even have the decency to give them closure. They either betray me, die in my arms, or I usually just kind of forget about them at the start of a new book.. You know, I really like Rachel back there, if she is gonna die just tell me now.\"\n\n*I, uh, was actually planning on reveling her as a double agent at the beginning of the next book.*\n\n\"Of course you were. The way you write women is just plain embarrassing. For once, could you write a woman that is strong willed, intelligent, loyal and independent? I'm starting to think that you have some problems of your own with women. And please, lay off the description of their bodies, you're not good at it, it's just plain creepy.\"\n\n*I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were having such a hard time.*\n\n\"A hard time!? I've been punched, stabbed, shot, burned, water boarded, electrocuted, and lasered. And that's just in the last three books! I've been tortured so many times I've lost count! And I wouldn't even mind it if you would just stop killing the people I care about! You've had my last three best friends die violent deaths that I blamed myself for. Do you have any idea what that type of guilt does to a person?!\" John asked with tears welling in his eyes.\n\n*Well, you kinda have to go through pain for the sake of the story. That way when you come out on top at the end, it feels earned to the reader.*\n\n\"Oh well, that makes me feel a lot better. All the depression, drinking, mental anguish and thousands of therapy sessions are all worth it as long as the reader is satisfied. Why can't I just live happily ever after?\" John was sobbing.\n\n*I've tried ending the series before but my publicist won't have it, she says there's too much money to be made.*\n\nJohn, stood up with a sudden realization. \"Well, if you won't do it I'll just have to end this story myself.\" He picked up his pistol raised it to his temple and squeezed the trigger."
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[WP] Humans are a species of great interest to the galaxtic counsel. Most sentient species have a high birth rate and short life spans, while humans have an astonishingly long lifespan and a small population size.
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"Almost 3,660 hypersleep days had gone by before the revive protocol had kicked in and Temor \"awoke\" from his suspended animation state. A few injections were all it took to shake the grogginess and sum up enough strength to see what all the fuss was about. \n\nA quick systems diagnostics run and the server message *Unidentified Life Force* popped up on the screen. \n\nFinally, something possibly worth remaining animated for a little while, at least. \n\nTemor walked down the long corridor to living quarter B to manually start the revive protocol in order to reanimate Dard and properly start the investigation. It had been a while since the last reanimation and Temor was excited to see what had been found. \n\nHe walked leisurely back down the long corridor, this time past living quarter A, the comms. room, the surgery bay, and the bio lab, until he stood in front of the door to the bridge. He provided a DNA scan just before the massive opaque sliding door opened in front of him letting in a flood of natural light temporarily blinding him as he instinctively shielded his face.\n\nHis eyesight slowly adjusted as he sauntered towards the very front of the vessel on the bridge overlooking what now lay in front of him. As his eyesight levelled out he found himself fixedly staring.\n\n\"What do you think of it, sir?\" Dard asked Temor as he joined his side, both gazing wondrously at the floating aqueous orb in front of them. Appearing only as a glint in their pairs of eyes. \n\n\"Well... I think we'll have to report this to the council. It's not showing up on Gala.\" Temor gazed down at the holographic star map in front of him with a calm but perplexed look on his face.\n\n\"I'll make the call, sir\" Dard turned on his feet and walked briskly across the bridge towards the comms. system.\n\n\"Wait! Maybe we should do some investigation first... and then report back to the counsel with our findings..?\" Temor spoke abruptly almost fishing for affirmation.\n\n\"As you wish, sir.\" Dard rescinded his hand and peered back over his shoulder looking out of the bridge window. Waiting.\n\n\"Oh, and will you wake Lira. She'll want to be a part of this.\"\n\n\"Of course, sir.\"\n\n\"Let's prepare for landing... Oh, and Dard?\"\n\n\"Sir?\"\n\n\"You don't have to call me *sir*. I'm not like the other Admirals you've served with.\" Temor gestured a half-smile and turned to sit at the edge of the bridge peering back out into space.\n\n\"Yes, si... uh... Temor\" Dard looked down at his feet and started toward the living quarters to wake Lira, all the while wearing a smirk on his adolescent looking face, just happy to finally be part of something so special.\n\nTemor sat there meditating on the stories he heard as a kid about Ortha and the beings that lived there called Homans. The lush landscapes wide open, unoccupied by people and covered in sustenance that grew wild or sometimes cultivated by the Homans themselves. Alimans used as an alternate food source that grazed the unending landscapes. Water as far as the eye could see and yet sometimes not seen at all. Years of quests now culminated to this one moment. \n\nA soft hand fell across Temor's neck above his right shoulder and he gazed up to his left catching a pair of red glossy eyes. \n\n\"Good wake, Lira\" Temor exclaimed with a passionate look in his eyes, \"I think we've found it!\"\n\n\"Found what?\" Lira yawned, looking a little dishevelled. As if she may still be dreaming.\n\n\"We've found Ortha!\"",
"Ever since the galactic counsel discovered the human species a few months ago, my daughter has been rather infatuated by them. I can't blame her; there has been much excitement over this discovery.\n\nIn the time since our initial observation, we have spent many weeks recording how they behave in their natural habitat, as well as studying their habits and interactions with the other species on their planet. All the while being thoroughly discrete. We wouldn't want to spook them of course.\n\n\"When are you going to get them?\" she casted to me, the persistence of her spirit evidenced even in her voice alone.\n\nShe was so young, and yet there was no doubt in my mind she would grow up to be a great explorer. While most allow their curiosity to be bounded by fear, it always seemed her endless curiosity instead installed fear in others.\n\nShe knew very well the importance of our mission. Within a few months, I would be dead, and it would be up to her to continue to do whatever it takes to advance the longevity of our species.\n\nA few days after the first citing, there were a few members of the council who worried about the ethics of the course that had been suggested. You would think a race with the highest recorded intelligence and one of the shortest lifespans would be beyond wasting time on meaningless debate.\n\nFortunately, we discovered the human was on its way to becoming an endangered species. It was only at this moment that the council finally decided to act. Poor, simple-minded humans, shitting on the carpet on which they sleep. I doubt they realize the extent of the danger that lies shortly before them. Just as with the dinosaurs that existed on their planet before their time, it seems they're incapable of saving themselves.\n\nBut I believe we can help them, and ourselves as well. They lack intelligence, while we lack time. I might take us a few generations to get the biometric data that we need, but at least they'll be able to see their next generations.\n\nThe only disappointment in all this being that try as they might, our scientists could not decipher their primitive screech based communication. It was not made easier by the many variations in screeching patterns observed throughout the earth that exist with very little logical reasoning as to why. If they struggle to even understand each other, what can we be expected to do?\n\nI suppose it really doesn't matter all that much. From what we've seen, they seem to believe rather strongly in the caging of lesser life forms and seemingly desire only to submit themselves to a higher being.\n\nI think we'll enjoy each other's company.",
"There lived 3 sentient race in the star system Arachnid in the far reaches of the galaxy in between Milky Way and Andromeda namely, Aridians, Yorugans and Qee 2-3.\n\nHumans of Terra Firma in the Sol system are a species of great interest to the galactic counsel. The sentient species of these 3 worlds, Aridia, Yoruga and Qee 0 has had higher birth rate and shorter life spans since their inception, almost identical with a few differences to eachother.\n\nThey have created a self sustaining habitat in their worlds as partners in science and technology, they have made peace a lasting and universal constant between them, they are advanced in faster than light travel, mastered and unfolded the secrets of time in a short period. Having achieved so many things that humans can only begin to comprehend, they longed for something they can never quite crack. Longer lifespan. They were amazed at how humans were able to live upto 100 years with an average lifespan of 79 years. In Earth conversion these sentient species only lived for about 8 Earth years.\n\nSo they sent probes to Earth to detect and observe what made them live longer, hiding their presence. They've found that the humans lived an ordinary life, a lot of them lived like automated systems, working on the same job for their entire life, some deviated away from it to become something else. They had finally come to a conclusion, that humans' lack of progressive intelligence and reasoning made them live longer.\n\nFrom the data they've gathered from Earth, Aridians, Yorugans and Qee 2-3 decided to stall further advancement in their star system. They have made a treaty of sorts. They began to impose and mimic human life onto them.\n\nSeveral star cycles later, the population eventually declined, making Aridians and Qee 2-3 go extinct in a matter of years that followed. Yorugans lived for some time before they all died.\n\nThe last surviving sentient on the planet of Yoruga wrote, \"It wasn't their lack of intelligence, they were considerably intelligent compared to other species throughout the galaxy. The wisdom behind human life was always beyond our understanding. It's their will to survive that helped their longevity. Our knowledge of cosmos and the apprehension of time didn't help us anymore than the fate of a dying super massive star from becoming a black hole. We missed the whole point.\"\n\nr/FleetingScripts",
"Ever since Zalrom Juneberg first discovered the human planet \"Earth\" during a scouting mission several galactic cycles ago, nearly every species in the galaxy has been clamoring to get their hands on a test subject. Most visitors tend to attempt a diplomatic extraction--they contact various governments across the planet and ask if they have any humans they could spare. Typically the governments are unwilling, but there are rumors that getting in contact with the right human can yield some very profitable results.\n\n\nThe Kenarr is a ship on its way to the Sol system, to attempt contact with the humans. It has been said that they value Gold, Platinum, and other precious minerals for trade, however the inhabitants of this particular ship have a different kind of exchange in mind.\n\n\n\"Captain, we're approaching the system now.\" The young Refling controller declared as he pressed a few buttons on the control panel in front of him.\n\n\nCaptain Gnaco nodded, and uncrossed his legs. \"Slow us down, we don't want to spook them.\"\n\n\nAfter a few more button presses the ship started to rock backwards, as if it were a sailboat skimming the top of hundreds of invisible waves. Captain Gnaco could never get used to that feeling. He looked up at the viewscreen, a grainy image of the humans' system beginning to come into focus. \n\n\nThe pilot of The Kenarr rapidly tapped a few buttons on his panel before his eyes darted up to the viewscreen. \"Captain? We're passing through some kind of cloud or--\"\n\n\n\"Everything's fine J'tel, the humans call this the 'Oort Cloud.'\" The Captain smirked, his gaze shifting to the back of J'tel's head. \n\n\n\"Aye sir, shields are holding.\"\n\n\n\"Of course they are. I see someone only *skimmed* the briefing instead of actually reading it. Again.\"\n\n\nJ'tel turned around, his eyes locked onto Captain Gnaco's feet. \"I'm sorry sir.\"\n\n\nThe Captain leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs once more. \"Tell me J'tel, are you even aware of why we're visiting the humans?\"\n\n\nJ'tel remained still. Unblinking. His eyes were still locked onto Gnaco's shoe; the one still in contact with the floor. He had never realized just how well polished the Captain's shoes were. How does he maintain such an image of--\n\n\n\"**J'tel**.\"\n\n\n\"Sir?\"\n\n\n\"I asked you a question.\"\n\n\n\"Forgive me, Captain. I have forgotten why we are visiting the humans.\"\n\n\n\"Ah, yes, *forgotten*...\"\n\n\nThe Captain stood up out of his seat and began to walk towards the viewscreen. \"These humans have just about every species in the quadrant coming to this lonely little planet, trying to study them. Trying to figure out how they can live such an unprecedented amount of time. I'm sure you know there are other long-lived creatures out there--the Megnal of Totaria Prime, or the Guildbeast of Palaxsia... But never before has anyone in all of recorded galactic history found a *sentient* species that lives quite this long. Do you know how long these humans live, J'tel?\"\n\n\nJ'tel had just enough time to begin to shake his head before the Captain continued his lecture.\n\n\n\"We've found reports of some humans living as long as *one hundred years.* *One hundred years!!* Can you believe that?\"\n\n\nThe Captain paced around the bridge. His gaze was locked onto the floor, but it was obvious to any observing crewmen that he was paying little attention to what his eyes were seeing.\n\n\n\"Why, my own great-grandfather was a member of the first colonization party on Felicity II fifty years ago, and now we're to believe there are humans alive today who were around when that happened?\"\n\n\nThe Captain returned to his chair with a newfound vigor, and his eyes once more locked onto J'tel.\n\n\n\"I know you don't put much stock into galactic happenings J'tel, but these creatures are really something special. Every species in the galaxy wants to get their hands on them, and our leaders made the decision to do everything we can to help protect them. For all we know, there's an Uulom invasion being planned at this very moment! And if the Uulom unlocked the secrets of the humans' long life spans...\"\n\n\n\"I understand, sir.\"\n\n\nJ'tel had finally mustered up the courage to meet his Captain's gaze, and he managed a faint smile before turning back around to resume his piloting duties.\n\n\n\"I don't have to tell you all what an important mission this is. We will have help, eventually, but for now it's up to us to get these humans up to par when it comes to the dangers of this galaxy. Let's just hope they're as receptive as they need to be.\""
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[WP] Once per year, on a random day, it is impossible to die.
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"Once per year, on a random day, it is impossible to die.\n\nSome get lucky. They feel their heart seize and choke, they stumble and collapse, but they don't die. Some feel that food lodged in their throat and cough and sputter, but they don't die. \n\nOthers just hang on. They might never know. A grandmother gets an extra day. A cancer patient sees the sun rise once more.\n\nAnd then there's us--the unlucky bastards.\nIt sounds great, doesn't it? No death.\n\nUntil you’re begging for the blissful darkness. My whole world is pain. I never knew something could be burning hot and chillingly cold all at once. But it is. And, I pray, you’re never as unlucky as I am. \n\nFor now, I’ll hang on til tomorrow.",
"At 24 years old, I was done with life.\n\nLooking back on it, it's hard to tell where my troubles began. I was born unplanned by my drug-addicted parents and jumped from foster-home to foster-home faster than a frog jumps from a lily pad. As you would expect, my grades were crap in school and I was always the bullies favorite punching bag. Forget about dating too, the first girl I ever asked out turned lesbian on the spot. I flunked out of pre-school, and middle school, and high school. The only reason I didn't flunk out of college was because I didn't go to college.\n\nFor the past six years, I had been working at various dead-end jobs to feed my never-ending debt. Today I was fired from my fast-food job because I forgot the onions on a snooty rich customer's burger. \n\n*\"Why* is my life so hard?\"\n\nThat was the question I asked myself whilst standing on the ledge of the city bridge.\n\nNobody glanced my way. Nobody asked if I was alright. Nobody offered to help me.\n\n Fine.\n\nI don't care anymore.\n\nI tossed my jacket to the side in case by some miracle it cushion my fall. \n\nI took a deep breath.\n\nAnd fell.\n\nThe wind roared in my ears as I shot towards the ground. I shut my eyes. \n\nAnd my body smacked into the concrete road below me.\n\n...\n\nI opened my eyes.\n\nWait.\n\n*Opened* my *eyes?!*\n\nI should be dead! The fall was at least 30 feet onto solid concrete!\n\nThen, from nowhere, a figure in a hooded robe tapped my shoulder.\n\n\"Greetings human. I am Death.\"\n\nOh. Ohhhhh. I get it now. I *am* dead. I must be having one of those \"out-of-body\" experiences you hear about. My *real* body must be splattered all over the pavement.\n\n\"Hey. Get up. You're not dead.\"\n\nWhat?\n\nI sat up. That alone was a bad sign. As I mentioned before, my grades were crap, but I knew from science class that if you could sit up, then you probably weren't dead.\n\nI faced Death.\n\n\"Idiot.\" he said. \"Don't you know what day it is?\"\n\nI shook my head.\n\n\"Guide the dead to the afterlife! It'll be great he said. Paid vacation! Dental insurance! Yadda yadda yadda!\"\n\nI blinked in the face of Death. He knelt next to me and put his hand on my shoulder.\n\n\"As it turns out little buddy, out of the 365 days of the year, only *one* of them am I allowed to take the day off.\"\n\n\"Oh.\"\n\n\"Yes, *oh*. For some reason, people don't understand this, and try to die nonetheless. Even though they mark it on their calendars, people can't it through their thick skulls that I'm trying to relax!\"\n\n\"Wait, mark it on their calendars? What day is it? Is it a holiday?\"\n\nDeath stood, and shoved his hands inside the pockets of his robes. Although I couldn't see his face, I got the impression he was smirking at me. As he started to walk away, he called back to me over his shoulder.\n\n\"Happy April Fools Day little buddy, try not to bug me while I'm on vacation.\"\n\n\\----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nHope you like it, this is my first time answering one of these."
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[WP] Humans are loosing the fight against the zombie hordes. Now, vampires and werewolves will have to figure out how to save their food source.
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"An apocalypse is on the horizon. Russia has fallen, and the horde approaches Europe, India, and China. The world reacts chaotically to the news. Some think it is a virus, some have seen the hordes, most don’t know what to believe. Humanity's situation grows more dire each day and with it the welfare of vampires and werewolves. \n\n \n\n\nThe smell of espresso permeates through the air. The late hour coffee shop lights a smattering of tables and chairs in the patio. At one such table is seated Ed. He glances over at his old acquaintance as he approaches. \n\n\n“Your presence is a gift. I am grateful you accepted my meeting on short notice.” Ed says with a soft smile. \n\n\n“I appreciate you meeting me under a new moon,” Jake says, taking a seat. His hoodie and mask covering his long dark hair and beard. \n\n\n“Indeed. Let's begin. You must be familiar with the current state of affairs. The humans are losing, their survival outlook grim, we doubt they can endure another year against the virus. Are you aware we have been assisting their cause?” says Ed. \n\n\nJake nods knowingly, “We’ve heard of some developments that seemed... unusual. We assumed the Coronavirus was the board’s attempt at controlling the populace. Patient zero eating a bat was a little on the nose though, no?” \n\n\n“It keeps them inside, and forces them to implement more precautions. We do what we must.” \n\n\n I’m surprised at you Ed...” Jacob says leaving an unfriendly pause. \n\n\n“Would you like to elaborate on what you are surprised about, besides your lack of decorum...” Ed responds. \nJake pointedly exclaims “You surprise me… taking up arms against your brethren? Aren’t there rules against that?” \n\n\n“A zombie is a disgustingly different existence. A connection only a dog would surmise” Ed states.\n\n\nJake rises from his seat, “I don’t have to be here”.\n\n\n“You’ve come this far Jake, why not hear my proposal?” says Ed.\n\n\nEd continues, “The board is prepared to release Savyen and his clan. In addition we will surrender the territories of Canada and Alaska to your ilk.”\n\n\n“Interesting offer. No, I think not. The board should have approached me directly - not send a viceroy” says Jake.\n\n\n“I am the board” Ed calmly decrees, tapping the table with his ring. \n\n\nThe board in times of trouble bestow upon a single vampire absolute authority. The board’s sigil is emblazoned on the gold ring, and is visible even against the dim light.\n\n\n“I see you’ve taken advantage of these ‘trying times’ and have done quite well for yourself” Jake states coyly, reclaiming his chair. \n\n\n“Well, why not. This tickles me, you asking me for a favor. What was it you were going to ask for from us dogs?” says Jake.\n\n\n“The usual... gratuitous death and destruction not seen since the likes of World War 2” says Ed.\n\n\n“So an alliance?” Jake cocks his head and smirks.\n\n\n“Well, no. We’ve tried that before, and with poor results. I suggest you and all of your people do all of the fighting.” Ed says coldly. “We already have a handle on outbreaks in the Americas and Africa.”\n\n\nEd looks to Jake - he seems he to be waiting for more details, a good sign.\n\n\n“The tip of the zombie hoard is moving west out of Russia. I’m concerned for the old country, but I fear an outcome that results in China and India turning into hot zones. To lose those populations, well, would put the world into an unrecoverable state.”\n\n“Go on…” says Jake.\n \n“We wish to insert your clan at the right “Time” of the month. We have the resources, weapons, and the logistics. We lack the appropriate manpower” Ed replies.\n\n“So my sisters and brothers die while you watch?” asks Jake.\n\nEd considers for a moment. \n\n“Have you done the math Jake? Have you considered how many moons you have to get your house in order? By this time next year, it will all be over. The horde grows exponentially - I shouldn’t have to explain how a small problem becomes a big problem for you. For us.”\n\n“What is the horde size?” asks Jake.\n\nEd passes a tablet to Jake. “You can read it for yourself here. This is yours now. It is current and up to date tracking on the horde. Their size and movements. And places of interest.”\n\n“And on the next page you’ll find something I presume will be to your liking…” suggests Ed.\n\nJake swiping left, “You’re going to give us people? You are going to give us an entire city to turn?”\n\nEd answers, “Disastrous circumstances call for drastic action. The board and I see it as a necessary sacrifice. It takes several years for a vampire to develop their strength and mature. Werewolves require a simple bite and a moon.”\n\n“We’ll distribute werewolf saliva through a popular beverage, target appropriate age groups. We need your clan standing by to adopt these conscripts. You, they, our battle group will be well supplied” Ed explains.\n\n“Hmmm, choosing a werewolf horde over a zombie horde…” says Jake.\n\n“The devil you know” says Ed.\n\nJake stands, “I will bring your proposal to the clan chiefs. You will have your answer in 48 hours. Release Savyen immediately. If you have any hope for participation, Savyen will be needed to sway the other chiefs” He tosses his coffee cup into the trash as he begins to leave.\n\n\"Oh and Ed… give Bella my regards\" says Jake.\n\n---------------------\nEdward retires to the vampire offices downtown. He’s pleased with himself and emboldened by his board granted power. Jake has no idea who’s mess he’s cleaning up. Ed had hoped to create an entire country of vampires by flooding his vampire elixir into the water supply. He had not expected it would manifest into zombies."
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[WP] Aliens land on earth. Their intent and motivations baffle us as we fail to make any meaningful communications with them - only when we realise that this species is the alien equivalent to monkey or dog being sent into space by us do we start to make any progress
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"\"What do you want from us?\" The Lieutenant General said staring directly into the two largest of what seemed to be four eyes on what looked to be a creature nothing like on earth.\n\nThe creature was like the hybrid of a lizard and a duckbilled platypus, in chimp form, but hairless, with a spider's face and rhino's body. It was terrifying yet beautiful, simple yet mystical, unique yet unremarkable. One imagined when looking at it what the baby of humpback whale and a sea horse would look like, if only it had arms like an octopus. It was clearly alien, yet seemed so familiar. About the size of a small child, but not any child, the lovechild of a snail and The Rock.\n\nThe creature’s dark black eyes darted around the room.\n\n\"Sir, I'm pretty sure that by now we have established it doesn't comprehend you.\" Chief Scientist Dr. Harold Mills explained for the tenth time. Tenth may be an overstatement, but it had definitely been said more than four times that this creature had about the same level of cognitive awareness as a sheep on an acid bender, which is to say, not as much as you'd attribute with someone trained for interstellar travel and tasked with making first contact with another planet would have had.\n\n\"WHAT. DO. YOU. WANT FROM US?\" The LG shouted into what he assumed was the face of the creature. The LG rolled his eyes and stood up straight, turning to fix his frustrated and disappointed gaze on the Doc, as though he was somehow responsible for the creature's lack of English.\n\n\"Take it back to the quarantine room.\" the LG barked at the two other soldiers in the room, while his eyes stayed locked on the Doc.\n\n\"It's like talking to Greek waiter who's had too much Retsina. I WANT FRIES YOU GREASY LITTLE... NOW GET ME ANOTHER BEER, I'M FED UP OF OUZO!\"\n\n\"You didn't like Crete then?\" The Doc asked, sarcastically.\n\n\"I haven't seen one like this. Don't they have any voice transcoder? I saw some Japanese kid in New York talking into his phone in his language and it was coming out in English. It's not that hard. I thought they'd all be listening to those signals you lot have been blasting out there for decades. Surely, they can figure out what English is and go on their version of Duolingo before they come here. How hard would that be? If you're going somewhere, don't expect them to speak the language you do.\"\n\n\"Did you learn Greek?\" The Doc said.\n\n\"Listen, this is serious. this thing needs to start talking and we need to figure out where it's from before I have to pass the information on to the President.\"\n\n\"OK, let me think of another approach. I know, maybe Barry could have a look.\"\n\n\"Barry? What's that guy going to do?\"\n\n\"We could at least see if he has come into contact with this sort of thing before.\"\n\n\"OK, give him a call.\"\n\nThe Doc took out his army issued Motorola Razr V3 and called Barry.\n\n\"Hey Barry, are you up yet? Great, could you meet me and the Lieutenant General in the quarantine room? Thank you.\n\nDoc and LG waited for Barry where the creature was being kept. The room was silent about the hum of electronic components and the beeps of machines in the background. Suddenly there loud electronic buzz as beep as Barry's access card allowed him into the room.\n\n\"Gentlemen.\" Barry said loudly in a Welsh accent as he walked into the room. He held out his arm and shook hands with both the LG and Doc.\n\nBarry stood around four feet tall and got larger as his body got closer to the floor. He looked as close to a triangle as you have ever seen; like a pale green version of Grimace from Ronald McDonald's group of mates. He was wearing a curry stained white t-shirt that said 'I Shot J.R.' and a pair of 1996-97 Chicago Bulls shorts (the black and pinstriped version).\n\n\"What have you got for me?\" Barry asked.\n\nThe Doc started to explain what was going on. “Barry, as you may have heard, we have brought in another Extra Terrestrial being...\"\n\n\"Uh uh! Being of Alternative Origin! Come on Harry, it's 2020 boyo.\" Barry exclaimed interrupting the Doc, \"Get with the times my lad.\"\n\n\"Sorry Barry, anyway, we had picked up the Being of Alternative Origin...\"\n\nBarry nodded before interrupting once more, \"Or BOA, you can call us boa.\"\n\nThe LG rolled his eyes and snorted.\n\n\"OK, Boa, I'll remember that. Boa as in the snake?\" Doc asked.\n\n\"Yes, pronounced the same but it's just the initials of Being...\"\n\n\"CAN WE GET ON WITH THIS!\" The LG said sternly.\n\n\"Of course.\" Doc replied.\n\n\"Well I know now who doesn't care about the struggle of minority species on this planet.\" Barry said stubbornly.\n\nThe LG looked angrily at Barry, \"You lived for 30 years in a village in northern Wales without anyone once realising that you weren't from there. When they asked you what the wreckage of your spacecraft was, you told them that it was your 1986 Ford Capri... and they believed you! After 7 years there they elected you as Mayor. No one has been more well accepted than you. You're lucky that Welsh is so similar to the language on your home planet. Now, there are more pressing things going on in this room, let alone the world right now than the only non-rent paying alien in this facility being offended by the term Extra-Terrestrial.\"\n\n\"Boa\" Barry muttered.\n\nThe Doc moved in to move things along, \"So, Barry, in this chamber we have a Boa we haven't encountered before. We thought that perhaps you could help identify it. It seems very confused at the moment.\"\n\n\"Sure, I'll give it a shot.\"\n\nBarry peered through the window of the quarantine container and started to chuckle. \"How long did you spend trying to talk to it?\"\n\n\"Around two days.\" Doc replied.\n\n\"In English, I suppose.\"\n\n\"Well, one of us pressed on with English\" The doctor then looked over at the LG before continuing, \"but we did try the other Boa language samples that we have on record.\"\n\n\"Right then. Well, that thing you have in there is my planet's version of a dog or cat. We keep them as pets.\"\n\n\"But why was it in a spacecraft when we intercepted it?\" The LG asked.\n\n\"Our planet shot 4 brotes out of our planet's atmosphere in the same way that you sent chimps and dogs into space. Except one went too far out of orbit and could not be retrieved. This must be her.\"\n\n\"But how has she survived this long?\" Doc asked.\n\n\"Because Brotes have kinetic breathing. The motion of their breathing creates all of the energy their body needs and they don't need food to survive. We chose to send Brotes up because we would never send something into empty space to starve to death.\"\n\nBarry walked past them and into the chamber where the Brote started to immediately act like a dog would when Barry spoke \\~Welsh\\~ his own language.\n\n\"She's beautiful, can I keep her as a pet in my room?\" he asked while being licked by one of the trio of tongues on the Brote.\n\nThe LG was frustrated. \"So, this whole exercise has been a waste of time. We have just found him a pet whatever the hell that thing is.\"\n\n\"Sir, we have just discovered the secret to interstellar travel. If I can dissect that thing, we can find out how it only needs to breathe to create energy. If we can adapt that energy creation into humans the possibilities are endless. We could also save the world. It has survived for hundreds of years in space without any food. Think of what we could do if we can adapt that into humans. No more food needed, no starvation, no pollution from farming. It would change everything...\"\n\nThey looked into the chamber at the Brote and Barry rolling around on the floor and playing together, two Boas in idyllic happiness.\n\n\"OK, cut it up, I want to start rolling out that biotech into our soldiers before the enemy gets their hands on it.\"\n\nThe LG left the room while Doc watched Barry and the Brote. He took phone out of his pocket and dialled a number he had memorised.\n\n\"Hello, China? I think I might have something here that you'd be very interested in...\""
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[WP] Everyone has different opinions about what happens after death. When you died you found oit what happened and it wasn't at all what you suspected...
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"I opened my eyes slowly, feeling groggy. It wasn't the post-anaesthesia daze I was accustomed to from dozens of operations, though. I felt off-balance, but in a more profound way than ever before; as if I were trying to orient all my senses and my spatial awareness for the first time. I could see the sheets of the hospital bed around my waist; the tubes and the respirator that had been removed in the final stages of my palliative care; the cup of water and the cotton swabs that had been used to moisten my lips. But my family were gone. In fact, everything beyond a few feet away had faded into a fuzz of dull white.\n\n\"Hello... can you hear me?\" It was unmistakably a human voice. Then I saw him take shape from the formless edges of my vision.\n\n\"Am I...\" I didn't even need to finish. He nodded. He stepped gently forward. A kindly, elderly face. Clothes I recognised, but in the utter strangeness of the moment, couldn't place why. I sat up straight in the bed. \"And are you...\"\n\nHe shook his head, smiling. \"I'm just another person. Was in your place not long ago, in fact.\" As he spoke, he seemed to scan the edges of his vision. Then he held my gaze again. \"Well, welcome to the afterlife! Or how it begins, anyhow. Come on over, let's have a chat.\" A sofa appeared perhaps ten feet away. Light brown, corduroy-style, an unmistakable splash of red on the left arm.\n\n\"It's... my sofa... from home!\" I wondered aloud. He nodded. As I moved towards it, and settled in the familiar groove, my coffee table came into view. The TV. The table lamp Alice bought on our last holiday, where I hadn't the heart to tell her I thought it looked ghastly.\n\n\"Good\", he said, \"You're getting the hang of it just fine.\"\n\n\"So... I can imagine all these things from my house, and they just appear?\"\n\n\"Yes. I see them differently, though. I see the blue armchairs and the fireplace from my home. And my garden, just behind you. And some other things I didn't have, but thought they'd look nice.\"\n\n\"So I can actually imagine any surroundings I like, and they'll appear?\" As he nodded, I saw out of the window that little stream just outside Alice's village where I'd proposed. But not just the small clump of trees; a lush, verdant forest stretching as far as the eye could see. He watched my astonished eyes. \"That's the way!\" His eyes were still kind, supportive, but beginning to be tempered by the question he knew he'd have to answer in a moment. \"....people?....\"\n\n\"I'm afraid not. Only the souls... or, if you're not the religious type, the \"energies\" of the other dead. There's quite a few of us around here, as you might imagine.\" He continued, \"As you've already seen, the first things you experience will be closest in your memory. You hear me with an accent similar to yours; I look like an archetype of everyone you knew, and so forth.Then, you can pretty much conjure up anything you like once you've got the knack. Interact with other folks who've passed on. If you wish, of course - some folks just ignore the other souls and go off to see the world; that's fine if that's their lookout. Some of us do feel it's important to stick around though; I felt it was important to act as one of the explainers for the newbies. Just like that little girl who passed on the kindness to me, bless her.\"\n\nA silence fell for a moment while I gathered my thoughts. Then I just had to ask. \"How... long? Is this for eternity?\"\n\nThe next look on his face was one I'd became all too familiar with, from a series of doctors and specialists who'd had to be the bearers of bad news these last few years. \"'Fraid not. We retain our sense of time passing, and most say it's a few months or so.\" I drew breath, but then felt a quiet acceptance. \"So, does it just... end one day?\"\n\n\"It's gradual, and you get plenty of notice.\" He turned to me again from whatever he'd been looking at. \"The white fuzziness returns. Just a little at first, then more and more. The folks I've spoken to who were near the end say that they can feel their consciousness begin to shut down when it's almost all white. After that, if there's anything else... who knows. Perhaps there is, or perhaps our post-death energy only lasts this short time. \"\n\nHe stood up, looking towards his horizon. \"But the good news is, none of them ever say that they feel panicked or in any way upset by the end coming.\"\n\nHe smiled. \"There's no fear here.\""
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[WP] A paladin is hired to save a princess from a dragon. Problem is, being a Dragonborn Woman of royal descent, she has essentially been hired to save herself from herself.
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"\"My daughter disappeared one night, long ago. I still remember it as if it was yesterday. I woke up in the middle of the night to find the tower ablaze, flames spilling out of the windows. I rushed up the stairs, but...\"\n\nThe old king paused for a moment, lost in memory. \"She was gone. It must have been a dragon. Our family has their blood in our veins, and some of the old monsters take offense to that. But there was no sign of the dragon or my little girl, only the flames.\"\n\nAdana's hands clenched, her talons biting into her skin. \"That must have been awful. To lose your family overnight, without even knowing why...\"\n\n*Her lungs were filling up with fire. Every time she exhaled, more and more of the room filled with flames. She had to get out. Had to get out. She lashed out with a claw - why did she have claws? - tore open the door and...*\n\n\"Dame Adana, are you alright?\"\n\nShe shook herself out of the memory. \"Merely a bad memory, your highness. I lost my family at a young age. Fortunately, a wandering knight took me in as his squire, and trained me to become a paladin.\"\n\nAdana didn't have many memories of her childhood. Only that terrifying night of flames when her draconic heritage had suddenly manifested, and awakening in a forest grove, surrounded by scorched earth. Sir Penthis said that she was probably noble-born, as her clothing had clearly been expensive, but couldn't deduce more than that.\n\n\"It's a terrible thing, not knowing what happened. I might never know what happened to my parents, but I hope that as a paladin I can give others a little peace.\"\n\nThe king nodded. \"This was many years ago, and I know there's little hope that my daughter or the dragon will ever be found. I'll pay you for your investigation, regardless of what you find. Though I'm not sure where you'd even *start* on such a cold case.\"\n\nAdana smiled, a smile that was surprisingly charming despite having far more teeth than a human should have. \"Oh, you've already given me some interesting information to start with. For instance, you've told me that there were no traces of the dragon itself. Nobody saw the beast fly in, none of your sentries were eaten, nobody even saw it breathe fire. It's as if the dragon simply *appeared* inside the tower...\"\n\nThe paladin's smile vanished. \"Oh. I see now. The princess wakes up, surrounded by flames. She doesn't know what's happening. She flees downstairs and the flames follow her, not stopping even as she runs into the woods in a blind panic...\"\n\nThe king stared at her, wide-eyed. \"How do you know all this? You haven't even looked at the place where it happened. How can you describe something that happened ten years ago so vividly?\"\n\n\"Because,\" Dame Adana explained, \"it's what happened to me ten years ago, when my dragonborn heritage awakened.\"\n\nShe bowed politely. \"Hello, father.\""
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[WP] A story where the narrator hates the protagonist, but expresses it in the most petty way possible.
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"Chapter 43: The Control Room, Finally\n\nPearce cracked the door open and peeked inside. This was it. At last he had found the control room. \n\nOne might have expected him to reach the control room sooner, perhaps in half the time he had taken.\n\nIt had been hours since the strike team had breached the compound’s perimeter, intent on stopping the missile launch which threatened to shatter the last remnants of humanity. The team was twenty-three strong at first, but Pearce was the lone survivor, defeating every henchman he encountered, despite being the kid who, fifteen years prior, had cried after being hit in the face with a dodgeball even though it was barely thrown hard at all.\n\nCommander Kondritz sat at the control panel with his back to the door. Pearce realized he still had the element of surprise, despite his almost overpowering oniony body odor due to all the fighting. He pulled his gun, which had become slick with flop sweat.\n\n“Surprised, Kondritz?” Pearce asked, squandering his advantage.\n\nKondritz, unfazed, pulled a lever.\n\n“Missile ... armed,” announced a disembodied voice.\n\n“You’re too late, Pearce,” Kondritz cackled.\n\n“It’s over, Commander,” Pearce snarled, despite having literally hours to think of something cooler to say. \n\n“Yes, yes ... over for you!” Kondritz thundered. “War is inevitable, and I’ll be the one to rule over whoever’s left alive!”\n\n“You’re a psychopath,” Pearce sputtered, awkwardly propelling a droplet of saliva toward his adversary. Neither man acknowledged it.\n\n“Perhaps,” Kondritz acknowledged, “but you’ve been outplayed, Pearce. You’re out of moves.”\n\n“Not yet,” Pearce muttered. He raised his gun — and fired at the launchpad. Through sheer luck and basically zero innate skill, the bullet struck the missile’s support structure. The missile crashed to the ground ... and the timer continued to tick toward zero.\n\n“You idiot!” Kondritz screamed. “You’ve killed us!”\n\n“That’s the difference between me and you,” Pearce said ungrammatically. “You may have been willing to kill for your cause, but I was willing to die for mine.”\n\nHaving rushed through delivering the line, Pearce and Kondritz had nothing to do but stare uncomfortably at one another for the final eight seconds of their lives.\n\nThe missile exploded.",
"A chilly gust of wind made its way past the rooftops and the deserted farms. West and west it flew, pausing only for a moment to play with wind chimes hanging from a tree. It was a forlorn tune that played. It spoke of great age, of such strength that had now passed. It spoke of sadness - from its memories that too would pass. And it spoke of loneliness in a cold and harsh land.\n\nOver the fields flew a hawk. The tune from the wind chimes resonated with the hawk in a way it did not fully comprehend. It had found no mate this year, and had felt that its muscles didn't seem quite as energetic as they used to when trying to fend off competitors. It would try again next year, if it survived the winter. The hawk flew over the fields searching for prey in the dawn's early light, desiring to catch a nightly resident of the warrens below out before its prey could find their way to safety. The hawk would go hungry for longer still. Such wanton greed would find no deliverance today. \n\nThe wind continued westward, danced with the wheat in a field, made the wheat its audience to bow and break from the power of the wind. It was strange to see wheat so late in the year, and the wind wondered what drunken fool had left it out to rot. It made no difference to the wind. Curiosity was not an emotion held long by the wispful wind. It wondered briefly, too, at the many colors that the falling leaves possessed, but this was but a passing fancy much like the wind passed on.\n\nThere was a sense of finality to the morning, such that none could deny its existence. The opposite of surreal, real but more than real. A man could wander through the morning, remembering its every detail clearly. And yet again, surpassing itself, the morning hinted at an eventuality that was to come. It whispered to those with a listening heart of things that were to come. It promised - 'yes, this is absolutely the way things are right now and none would deny it' - 'but imagine the things that are about to happen'. Still, for now, the moment was calm. It was not like a spring waiting to unleash its fierce powers, but perhaps the moment dared dream that it may one day be such a thing.\n\nThe green knight breathed deeply in the dewy morning's air. It was a good breath, a singular breath that would be remembered. Slightly chilly, a touch of wet, with no hint of smoke or flowery excess. It was the kind of breath that one would speak of later, if one ever spoke of such things. It would be described as having a strong beginning, and no latter part of it was any worse than it had begun. \n\nBut because of who the knight was, it was determined not to waste a fine a breath such as this. Wherein the knight sought to emit an aura of stoic determination, it had done far worse and far better in its long life before now. The knight cared not for the fading wind or its chimes, nor the lonesome call of the hawk, nor the rot infesting the wheat. Nor did any of them care for the knight.\n\n\"Let's begin\", spoke the knight, not realizing that this story was at an end."
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[WP] One day, a booming voice calling itself God says that all humans must achieve their New Years Resolutions by the end of the year or die. Some must loss 30 pounds, some have to write a book. You, after a drunken New Years, must find and marry the beautiful stranger you saw at a Starbucks.
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"After God appeared, life on Earth became very different. Not only did you have a smiling face watching you from the clouds all day, you also had a constant feeling of impending doom.\n\nWhich, honestly, contradicts everything which God and Christianity stand for. But who am I to judge, it’s been a long time, and people change. Maybe God’s had a change of heart.\n\nWhich, actually, you can ask him about if you’d like to. Obviously, there are millions dying to talk to him, so a simple system was set up. I say simple, but it really isn’t. Compared to the old system though, by god is it faster! Praying was such a primitive concept, and very one-way, so God came to the decision to scrap it all together. Now, you can simply download God’s latest app, and send a message that way.\n\nSuddenly, in a matter of minutes, God’s new app had skyrocketed to the number one most installed app across every single technological platform. And, the best part of all- no micro transactions! (Or ads, for that matter. (Though nobody would have the money to pay for an ad on this app anyway.))\n\nHowever, despite the convenience of it all, God can only get through so many messages at a time so it could be a while until he gets to you. There’s a little in-app clock which lists how long your request is likely to take to get to, last I checked I was in to be reached in about four years. \n\nAnother fellow, by the name of Christopher Pole, had put in a complaint to God. Having spent New Year’s Eve drunk and wild, he had no idea that he’d doomed himself.\n\nChristopher, or Chris, as everyone calls him, had apparently told all of his mates that for new year’s he was going to marry the beautiful woman he saw at Starbucks last week. \n\nDespite being an atheist, he heeded the words which said that all failures will die. He didn’t want to die, but feared that he very well might.\n\nUnfortunately, his complaint was put in a little too late. It wouldn’t be until close to the end of November that he would be reached, and so he had to come to terms with the fact that he would become a married man. Or a dead one.\n\nHe suspected anyway that there would be no change to his resolution. So he needed to crack on, and find this woman.\n\nObviously, the most logical place to start would be going to the Starbucks where he first saw her. But instead, he spent all day watching TV. And the next. Then he remembered what he was going to do, and said that he’d do it tomorrow. Then he remembered that his life was on the line, and waddled out of his apartment.\n\nHe arrived briefly at the small Starbucks, and walked inside. He had no plan whatsoever. So he quickly turned back around to leave, having already given up.\n\nAs he turned to leave, he accidentally head-butted and knocked out a poor woman on her way in. Which he then realised was the woman who he was looking for.\n\nIn a panic, he scrambled for his phone and called for medical help. An ambulance arrived shortly, and he requested that he come along, so that he could apologise after she awoke.\n\nAt the hospital, Chris was let inside of the room where the woman was staying.\n\n“Hi.” He said, and stood awkwardly by her bedside.\n\n“Hello?” She responded, still slightly dazed.\n\n“Sorry, uh, for what happened earlier.”\n\n“Oh. Yeah, it’s alright, I suppose.” She said. After a pause, “So... strong forehead, eh?”\n\nChris nodded, “Yup.”\n\nIn this moment, Chris had decided that he was going to die.\n\n“I saw you in Starbucks a few weeks ago.” Said the woman. \n\n“Yeah, I saw you too. You were pretty unforgettable.” Said Chris smiling. He slapped himself internally- what was he thinking, he probably sounded like a creep.\n\nShe laughed, “Thanks, I guess.” Chris thought he saw a little glimmer in her eyes, but he didn’t want to feed his false hope, “I wanted to say something, but... I’m not sure. I couldn’t bring myself to say hi.”\n\n“Wait, are you telling me that you-“\n\n“What?” She said.\n\nChris took a deep breath, maybe he wasn’t going to die after all. “Would you like to go on a date with me?” He said, and hugged his stomach.\n\n“Oh- ah, yes of course...” She said, a little flustered.\n\n“Yes, lovely.” Chris responded, who too was a little flustered.\n\n“Where would you like to go?”\n\n“Ah, um, I’m not sure really...”\n\n“Starbucks?”\n\n“Sounds good.” Chris said, “I, um, didn’t get your name?”\n\n“Oh, sorry, Bella.” She said. Chris nodded.\n\n“Nice name.” He said.\n\n“Thanks. My parents gave it to me.” Chris burst out laughing. It wasn’t even funny. It was just the way she said it, with that smile on her face. Chris desperately hoped he wouldn’t screw things up.\n\n“So, Starbucks, Saturday?” Said Chris.\n\n“Saturday.” She nodded.\n\nChris left the hospital with a giddy smile on his face, like a kid coming to Disney land. He fist pumped the air, and gave God the middle finger. He’d marry this girl, he could do it, he told himself. Chris was genuinely excited and happy for the first time in his life in a long time. Who knew what a little pressure from an omniscient being could do for you.",
"*This is insane.*\n\nAndrew squeezed his eyes shut to the point where they were starting to hurt. When his vision returned, he was still standing at the traffic light, smartphone in hand. The mobile game had already progressed three levels without him tapping the screen once. “Amazing job andy86!” flashed on the screen as the score climbed higher. Andrew tried to make sense of his surroundings. Most of the cars had stopped or were barely moving. People were standing about or looked around aimlessly. They had all heard it, he was sure of it. There was a \"voice of God\" inside his head just now and they must have heard it too. \n\n*Fulfill your New Year's resolution by the end of year, or suffer the pain of death.* Andrew looked around dumbfounded. *That's insane. I'm insane, I have to be.* But the more he observed, the more he felt seeds of doubt take form. For instance, was there truly a rational explanation for that obese man throwing away a bag of freshly baked bagels just now?\n\n“Hey pal, you need some money?”\n\n“I'm sorry?” asked Andrew turning around. Behind him stood a man in an expensive suit, his shining scalp glistening with sweat.\n\n“Or here, just take my car, I can walk you know,” continued the man, dangling the keys in his face.\n\nDespite Andrew's protests, the keys landed in his pocket as the man sped away, offering another unsuspecting stranger his watch. “I don't have a driver's license ... sir ...”\n\nBut did that really matter now? Everyone was losing their minds over New Year's resolutions and Andrew couldn't even remember his. He wasn't even sure that he made any. If he was sure of one thing, it was that he definitely would not have followed through with it. Why bother in the first place? The traffic light shined green for the fifth time since he had stopped at it. Finally crossing the street, his frantic thinking was slowly coming to fruition. He didn't like to make a habit of overthinking, but deep down he knew that some stupid stunt would eventually come to bite him in the ass. He just never guessed it would be one as harmless as this. After drinking themselves senseless last New Year's Eve, Andrew and his buddies shared a heartfelt albeit juvenile hear-to-heart. During that session, he may have oversold his infatuation with a mystery girl that he had seen one morning while waiting for his sugar water at the local Starbucks. *Oh no.* Surely that could not count as an actual resolution. *Do I even remember how she looks like? What if she's changed? What if she moved to another continent? What kind of ring do I buy?*\n\nAndrew stopped in his tracks and leaned on the nearby newsstand. His heart rattled like a bird in a cage. The looming realisation easily dwarfed his usual plight of choosing what Netflix show to watch next. But the world hasn't ended yet and he still had a job where he had to show up in 30 minutes. He continued his way around the corner to stop at the accursed Starbucks where his predicament had been set in motion. Maybe fuelling his racing heart with coffee and sugar would put him out of his misery.\n\nDespite the interruption from the voice of God, apparently not many people were willing to give up their daily dose of caffeine. A couple of minutes and a few confusing glances later, it was Andrew's time to order.\n\n“I'm sorry, hold on just a moment,” said the disinterested cashier before stepping into the kitchen. *Thanks Logan, to be alone with my thoughts is exactly what I need right now.* After exchanging a few muttering words with someone in the back, the cashier left out an annoyed sigh. “Fine, but don't mess this up rookie.”\n\n“You won't regret this, I promise.” A girl hurried out of the kitchen, almost toppling the neatly stacked cups on the counter. Andrew froze. Whether it was from reliving the feelings he had when he first saw her or failure to believe his own dumb luck, he couldn't tell. “Hi, I'm Valerie, may I take your order?”",
"\"God\" looked down upon Earth, rubbing at their eyes. The being had been hovering above the clouds waiting to see who would live and who would die. A wag of the finger struck the failures with lightning. Meanwhile he watched as others finally took clay pottery classes and built up the nerve to purchase rubber sheets at the store where everyone could see them and easily figure out why they needed rubber sheets at all. And others yet, God felt had goals they didn't realize they wanted. Such as those who had been sleeping poorly but required a new mattress (God just gave them giant marshmallows to rest on, without even thinking about the fact that every insect and nearby animal would flock to the confection and create a nightmare for the one sleeping on said marshmallow in lieu of an actual bed).\n\nThen came the one called \"U\" who God had damned. For beauty was in the eye of the beholder, and God believed that it was destiny for U to marry the one they perceived to be a beautiful stranger at a Starbucks. For you see, God had read too many cheap paperbacks and fanfictions, spent countless nights soaking up romantic cinema, and then taking this collective sum of knowledge with them into a cold shower to curl up into fetal position and sob, the showerhead's spurt hiding God's tears. Anyways, God decided if anything were to make sense in this world, U would have to be forcibly married off and live a happily ever after like in all the stories.\n\nIt was a completely unexpected thing since God was seen mostly as the type to bring about baffling occult prophecies and create horrid things like mosquitos and ticks. All the other Gods made fun of God for their pitiful approach to interacting with the Earth, let alone the larger universe. Many gossiped that God even allowed the Martians to go extinct.\n\nBut I digress: U had not been keen on the whole thing. In fact U did not frequent Starbucks that often, U just REALLY needed a caffeine shot (and afterwards would lament the caffeine *crash* that would follow) to get through a miserable working day. Along the way U had indeed stumbled into the one God labeled the beautiful stranger, from whose robe dangled a veritable array of ornate hydroflasks. The stranger had asked U if U had ever read... what was the name?\n\nActually, there were many names that jumbled in the mind of U. Some such nonsense about Charles Dickinsons, Just Kidding Rowlings, and who knows who else. Also the beautiful stranger had a peculiar fascination with the autumn season, the likes of which U had never seen before in a human being or most any lifeform. It was like the beautiful stranger's entire personality was the fall season, their goal to become a maple leaf on a cold-but-not-too-cold day whose breeze would carry them aloft, before being bathed in pumpkin spice.\n\nSpeaking of which, the beautiful stranger had ordered a gallon of pumpkin spice. I'm not even sure how that's possible at a Starbucks, one can only assume the beautiful stranger had tormented the staff and summoned a monster called \"The Manager,\" who dressed like a medieval era executioner but with a shirt, tie, and a chest pocket full of pens. The Manager threatened to render the staff mangy from a hundred lashings of his cat o' nine tails flail. An evil energy swirled around The Manager's masked head with its grit teeth. U suspected The Beautiful Stranger was in possession of an eldritch power the likes of which they used for evil purposes.\n\nU did not care for such dullness of aesthetic, such cruelty of character. U cursed God's name: Why should U be fated to be with someone who, while admittedly attractive, shared no common interests and whose misanthropic disdain for the human spirit allowed others to be abused by their uncaring minimum wage jobs? Truly, U had been damned by God. And God did not care at all, in fact God had airpods on-- waiting for U to bring up the beautiful stranger to conduct the marriage ceremony.\n\nBut then U had a brilliant plan. U took the Beautiful Stranger's hand in their own, which prompted the Beautiful Stranger to wax poetically about a future of romance and no other expression, the likes of which could perhaps be called domestic nihilism or some variation thereof. And once hovering before God, above the clouds, instead of going forward with a marriage ceremony conducted by the entity themself, U introduced God to the Beautiful Stranger. Because these two foolishly believed in love at first sight they somehow came to the epiphany that this was how it was meant to be all along.\n\nAnd U agreed.\n\nMostly because U had snuck up there hours ago with the help of the friend whose name was pronounced \"Nobody,\" as Nobody knew how to fly helicopters and Nobody had access to illegal fireworks. Illegal fireworks, that U knew to be capable of destroying God and the Beautiful Stranger, or at the very least destroying God's timeshare condo in the sky and forcing the couple to live in the Beautiful Stranger's parents' house's basement in agony.\n\nThat was the triumph of Nobody's resources and U being so crafty."
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[WP] Every year on your birthday, you get hunted down by a man in a black suit. Every year, he succeeds in killing you. You, however, always wake up in a few hours later with no signs of the attack.
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"Bang! I often find conversations romanticising death as mundane and moronic. This blatant obsession with portraying death as a form of human finality. This ideology is based on ignorance. Death is nothing more than death, and those inexperienced in it should never treat as anything more. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on your perception on the concept of death, I am familiar with death. Every 27th of October, I witness death in all its mediocrity, and this 27th of October was no different.\n\nBy my account I have already died five times. Car crash, gun shot wound, drowning, mutilation and skinning. Every 27th of October, the cycle repeats, without fail, without consideration, without concern for my mental health. No-every year I am subjugated to death by a man with a pin-black suit. Every year worse than the last. The sadist is unrelenting in his pursuit. Funny enough I have started becoming intrigued in what the sadist can conjure up. He is inevitable.\n\nThis year, the sadist stepped up his game. More bold in his approach this year, I was taken hostage in my home. Never before did he attempt to come to my home. It was always in crowded areas. Restaurants, bars, clubs, parks but never my home. He pretended to be a delivery man. In my naivety I believed it was one of my closest friends delivering a present. I was made aware of this error when my forehead was met with the force of a wooden baseball bat. I collapsed instantly. When I finally awoke, I was in a dark, damp room. I was unsure of the dimensions but I knew it was tiny. I could feel the walls closing in. The air getting thinner and thinner. And the silence getting louder and louder. Rather abruptly, a small flame illuminated the room. From the flame, the man in the pin-black suit demonstrated a pistol and handed it to me. Bang!"
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[WP] When you die, you appear in a cinema where all your mistakes - big or small - are played in front of you. When the movie ends, you’re given the choice between heaven or hell.
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"My life is over - because hers is.\n\nIt was something that everyone knew - it was part of our new system of judgement: that we judge ourselves.\n\nHonestly I believe it’s just a way for those working in Heaven to get some time off.\n\nWhen people die all their friends and family members - everyone they know - gets called down to their town cinema, where we witness the lows of that persons life. That person is also there - watching their fails, and watching their loved ones responded to their fails.\n\nIt’d be enough to get the worst man to agree to go to Hell.\n\nI’ve spent my life researching this phenomenon. Honestly I don’t even know how it all started - it has been like this since I was born and so far no one has yet to question it.\n\nBut that all ended today.\n\nA young girl, blonde curly hair and blue ocean eyes, was hit by a truck this morning.\n\nThat girl was - IS - my daughter.\n\nShe was 14.\n\nWe sat down in the cinema to watch her worst failures. I don’t remember any of them but I’m sure there’s got to be something - there always is.\n\nBut minutes pass, then hours, then maybe even days. And nothing happens. Nothing at all. After a bit longer I can hear whispers around me.\n\nThis girl - she’s perfect? She must be. But that’s insane, no person could ever be perfect. She must’ve done something wrong in her life.\n\nMy daughter is perfect - because that’s how I grew her up to be. If she had no faults then she’d go to heaven. That’s how it is, so I had to do my best to make sure that when she died, she went to where she deserved to be - to Heaven and not to Hell.\n\nI just wish the time to part didn’t come so soon.\n\nShe speaks the words I’ve never heard in years:\n“Heaven.”\nAnd my angel is taken away."
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[WP] People have been beginning their prayers with “dear god” for quite some time. Unfortunately Deer God has misinterpreted this. Now Deer God has decided to answer our prayers.
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"Unfortunately, I was the first to receive the mighty appearance of this... Deer God. And it all happened when the wall of my bedroom suddenly exploded, revealing the god himself.\n\nHe has a deer head, with long beautiful antlers sprouting out, but that's pretty much the only deer part about him. His entire body, from the neck to his toes, belong to a muscle builder, with massive biceps, exploding chest, and really toned calfs. What makes it worse is that he's only wearing his briefs, which does little to hide his privates.\n\n\"What the...fuck?\" was the only words I'm able to mouth out.\n\n\"Hello, did you call for me?\" he asked with a really goofy voice.\n\n\"Uh, no?\" I admitted.\n\n\"Don't lie to me, my dear mortal friend. I heard you wish for money, is it not?\" he made a weird toothy grin.\n\n\"Y-yeah. Just not on you...,\" I told him.\n\n\"OKAY! I get you money, right now!\" he gleed, before he suddenly left my room, leaving me with my astonishment.\n\n.....\n\n30 minutes later, I managed to cleaned up the rubbles of my bedroom and was ready to get a cup of coffee, when a massive armoured van humvee smashed through the other side of the bedroom, leaving more rubble in what's left of my room.\n\nThe Deer God exited the vehicle, and revealed, \"Here is money! Just ask you ask!\" he boasted, with a stack load of cash sitting inside the vehicle. \"H-How did you...,\" I faltered as I realised the body of a bank guard slowly limping off from the roof of the car, with the transmission radio calling out to every task force around the area.\n\n\"D-Dear god,\" I muttered.\n\n\"Yes?\" he answered."
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[WP] "Humans First, Humans last, Humans Forever"
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"Gene’s feet are up on his desk when I knock on his office door, his famously infectious laughter ringing out as he winds down a phone call.\n\n\n“No, no, *you’re* the God, Demetirus! HSB wouldn’t be here without ya, ya sick bastard!” another hearty laugh and he rights himself, hanging up the phone. \n\n\n“Hi… I’m, uh, Marc.” I reach out my hand, stepping into his office.\n\n\nThe smile disappears quickly, settling into an unamused line. He doesn’t move to greet me.\n\n\n“Marc Pennington. I got a meeting invite that uh,” I clear my throat and awkwardly move my arm back down to my side. “You wanted to… chat?”\n\n\n“Yes, I’m aware of who you are. Mr. Pennington.” My name is sharp as it rolls off his tongue, catching me off guard. “Do you know why you’re here?”\n\n\nI look nervously around the room, trying to scan the papers on his desk for some clue. After a few seconds, I shake my head feebly.\n\n\n“What’s that Mr. Pennington? SPEAK UP, boy.” his voice booms thunderously, and I’m embarrassed to find I instinctively stepped back\n\n\n“No, Mr. Carlisle.” If my reaction hadn’t betrayed my fear, the shakiness in my voice definitely did. “I...I… I’m not sure why I’m here.”\n\n\n“Well, let me enlighten you then Marc. It is alright if I call you Marc, isn’t it?” He looks at me before continuing, just long enough to let me know it didn’t matter how I responded.\n\n\n“You see Marc, this network is more than just another show for floozy angels and lazy demons. This Network,” he says pointedly, gesturing heartily around the room. “It is my pride, my sweat, my legacy.”\n\n\n“I built this network, over 3 billion years ago. No other network has ever lasted this long. Not the Martian Network, not the Guhaha Network, not even the Demonic Network. And do you know why that is, Marc?”\n\n\nGene stands and leans on his desk, both poised and radiating anger in the way only gods can seem to pull off casually. I can feel my skin flush, and my clammy palms confirm I am definitely not giving off the same vibe.\n\n\n“Because of the,” I clear my throat. “Humans?”\n\n\n“That’s right, Marc. Because. Of. The. Humans.” He pauses for a moment as if in thought, and his words have a warmth to them when he continues. “Those charming, nitwits are so lovable, the angels can’t get enough of them! Yet so evil, the demons have parties to celebrate each season kick-off. It’s really quite incredible how they capture both major audiences.” He chuckles to himself, shaking his head with a slight smile.\n\n\n“I mean, the way they talk to their little pets, and dress them up? Adorable!.” Gene lowers his voice dramatically, “And when Hitler came to power? The SkyNet could not stop talking about what might happen next! It was the focus of every talk show, every post. Hell, even Lucifer said he was relieved when the Allies won!” \n\n\nHe chuckles again, fondly. “And ‘Gangnam style’? What a silly thing to capture them so!”\n\n\nI mimic his easy chuckle, though it comes out forced. What is he getting at?\n\n\n“The humans are an imaginative, unpredictable bunch, wouldn’t you say? Always rallying together for some new cause, and finding such… mortal… matters to wage wars over. They really don’t need much prodding to keep the network entertaining.”\n\n\nI nod; training extensively covers that we are only to adjust settings that affect one human in a social sphere at a time. I rather like the humans, so I try to help where I can or at least let them live as uninterrupted as possible, but if the producers think there needs to be more drama they’ll have us tweak things like health, employment or relationship satisfaction.\n\n\n“So imagine my surprise, when the generational report shows up on my desk.” Gene gathers together a stack of papers, flipping through them loudly as he continues. “And I see the intervention rate has gone up 30% since last generation. Thirty percent!”\n\n\nGene looks at me expectantly. I nod again, unsure what the expected response is. \n\n\n“That… that is odd, sir” I venture. “The intervention rate rarely moves more than a degree or two between generations.”\n\n\n“Ah, so you do have some wits about you.” He hands me the report with emphasized nonchalance, making my stomach knot. There’s a page labelled “IRREGULAR ACTIVITY” followed by a table. “See anything familiar there Marc? Perhaps, some… world activity?”\n\n\nMy heart sinks as I read the first entry of the table. \n\n\n ACTIVITY: Modified atmosphericValues() \n APPROVAL: Marc Pennington. \n \n ACTIVITY: Reduced max in SeaLevelClass()\n APPROVAL: Marc Pennington\n \n ACTIVITY: Increased probabilityOfTNaturalDisaster(sea, fire) \n APPROVAL: Marc Pennington\n\n\nIt went on and on; minor tweaks I made to the Earth file over the last 50 or so years. I look up at Gene, and the words start coming out of my mouth so fast they all blend together. “Icanexplain, Iwasjusttryingtohelp, they, they, theyweresovolatile, and theirprayers, oh god, their prayers,” my voice cracks, their pleas for war to end echoing in my head.”I didn’t intervene with the Human settings! Just the environment!”\n\n\n“Enough!” The cold command left no room for deviation. Gene lowers his voice before continuing, each world icy and quiet.. “What’s this network called again, Marc?”\n\n\n“Human Shows and Broadcasting,” I hear my voice shakily respond.\n\n\n“Very good,” Gene says, making no effort to mask the patronizing tone. “And remind me, what is our motto?”\n\n\n“Humans first, humans last, humans forever,” I say quietly as I look intently at a scuff on my left shoe.\n\n\n“Come again? I couldn’t quite hear you.”\n\n\n“Humans first. Humans last. Humans forever,” I repeat, my voice steady and clear this time.\n\n\n“Very good. Now you see the problem with your actions, Mr. Pennington, yes? There can be no ‘Humans Forever’ if there is no habitable home for them, can there? And ever since someone signed off on editing the Earth master file, the various Earth systems have been interacting in unexpected ways, exponentially amplifying the adverse side effects of your little modifications. And suddenly, Humans Forever suddenly has an expiration date.”\n\n\n “No!” I exclaim. “That’s not what’s supposed to happen! They’re supposed to, I thought…”\n\n\nThere’s a lump in my throat now and I try to steady myself.\n\n\n“Their scientists saw the signs and told the other humans how to fix it. That was the plan!” A choked sob escapes. “I thought they would rally together to fix it.”\n\n\n“HAVE YOU LEARNED NOTHING, YOU FOOL?!”\n\n\nWe’re both silent for a moment. A soft sniffle from; a dismissive huff from him.\n\n\nPity and disgust cross Gene’s face, before he spits out: “Your ill-conceived fantasy may very well have cost us our empire; at a minimum, all of the positive-intervention budget for the next generation. Gone. Poof! Hope those humans don’t get into anything too dire, because we’ll be overspent just trying to fix your mess.”\n\n\n“I was trying to he--” \n\n\n“Pack up your things and go, Mr. Pennington,” Gene interrupts as he turns his back to me. “The end of HSB may be avoidable yet, but the demise of your career is not.”\n\n\nThe daze of unexpected unemployment is ringing in my ears and making every movement happen in slow motion. It feels like years before I make it back to Gene’s door. By the time I do, he’s already on another call. His famously infectious laugh sounds distorted now, punctuating his musings that the end of the Humans would bring in record ratings for HSB. \n\n\n*Humans first, humans last, humans forever*. Repeating, over and over in my head. I wonder briefly if it was ever about the humans at all, but I try not to think about it. I just hope the humans can find their own way to a forever."
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[WP] You are a janitor hired by the evil villain overlord. Your job: to clean up the mess that the hero leaves behind as he rampages through your boss's facility.
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" Day Job\n\nIts decent work if you can get it. That’s what I tell people, People I talk to tend to think working in a villain’s lair is dangerous or glamorous. The first can be mitigated with some common sense and some repurposed body armor. The second is untrue. I’ve never seen a contest as they the capes call it. I’ve never been there when the heroes were about mucking stuff up and professional villains have an understandable tendency towards anonymity. Still some one has to clean up after the mess they make some one has to do repairs. With heroes the government steps in with villains its private contact. \n\nI’m not a janitor, I want to make that clear. I’m a professional It’s not easy work. I have a masters in material science a lot of certifications towards dealing with dangerous chemicals and some training in dealing with live munitions. I get to work with some cool people. Specialist that come in to install new secret passage ways, or trap doors, revolving book cases, emergency jetpack stations and the like. It does pay well; I support a family of four in a nice apartment in New York, how many other jobs can provide that?\n\nI work a lot with Ronald. Ronald is one of my best friends, and the most consistent attendee at Friday night game night. He tends the animal traps. The electric eels in the tank the lions in the pit that kind of thing. He used to work for a Zoo but then they got word of some of his animal hybrid experiments and they fired him so he went independent. He makes more money then I do. And he gets to pet tigers!\n\nYou know I met one guy whose job was installing acid vats. No really, that was not on the high school career aptitude tests. Apparently, it’s tricky. Clients want an acid that can eat through organic matter in a matter of seconds but you need a container to hold out and last for years without dissolving. If it does it’s a huge liability particularly as most acid vat clients tend to have their lairs in skyscrapers and haunted towers. It’s got a long way to burn down if the vat Is compromised. \n\nOne time a client got killed by his nemesis while we were repairing some major damage. He as is typical of villains had some major depts. Banks lend to super villains in the hope that if they default then they can claim any proprietary technology or magical artifacts the villain had to settle the debts. Now this was a remote island volcano lair type of thing. I was one of the guys contacted out and we all had some serious outlays in the course of the work that might have sunk all of our company’s if we couldn’t get paid. \n\nNow I’ve seen some villainess stuff working near lairs but I’ve never met a villein so merciless and underhanded as Goldman Sachs. So, we got together one of the guys put on the suit and we pretended that everything was all hunky dory while we striped the lair to pay the balance. \n\nWhen the super hero showed up we thought we were doomed off to jail and all that but then we had the bright idea to turn off the volcano containment and sink the lair, framed it as some sort of booby trap the hero activated. The super hero made sure we all made it out safe and there was no evidence that we had been syphoning off equipment for the secondhand market. \n\nThe moral of the story is that it’s a crazy dangerous super powered world out there and us normal’s got to be smart and work together.",
"So it was a typical Wednesday. The place where I work was raided again. What the hell is an advanced idea mechanic anyway, can someone answer me that? And if our work uniforms are advanced ideas, put me down for intermediate or basic. I can barely see out of the helmet to this stupid yellow lab suit, and I'm tired of my friends on HenchedIn always asking me to set them up with honey.\n\nOkay, I'm getting off track here. It's Wednesday, and the Avengers show up, because I work for idiots. \"We do science, not security here.\" I mean, would it kill them to have some safety measures in this place? But yeah, my first job is patching the exterior walls. Do you know how much damage a green roid case can do to reinforced concrete? We might as well use drywall, it'd be quicker to put back up.\n\nInside, it's the usual smorgasbord of \"we got our ass kicked\". Laser burns on the walls. Dents in the ceiling from that frisbee on crack. Glass everywhere. I mean *everywhere*. I think these feds in tights deliberately shoot at glass because it gives them the giggles.\n\nAnd the blood. So much blood. Did you know blood can stain concrete? Yeah, I know, blew me away too. The only good thing about doing cleanup for these guys is that they let me use industrial acid to clean things. After all, there's no bodies to ID if they all wash down the drains.\n\nAnd let me tell you, cleaning up after exploded robots is no joke. You know what you have to use to haul away robots? Robots. It's like driving a forklift with legs. It's the one cool part of this job.\n\nBut hey, at least we have a good dental plan, unlike my buddy Tim from Hydra. Their idea of insurance is using the life insurance policy to hire two more guys.\n\nI tell you, I should have stayed at Google."
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[WP]The world is in ruins. The Eiffel Tower has toppled, Mount Rushmore shattered. We should have never made a sentient cat.
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"2021 was a turbulent year. The pandemic didn’t seem to calm down and the world was still waiting for a vaccine. Political unrest, terrorist attacks, the gap between rich and poor was widening. People were bombarded almost daily with bad news from all sides and they focused their attention on everything that was considered important enough by the media. So it is hardly surprising that nobody saw what could have been prevented at that time. In a laboratory for cognitive sciences in Switzerland, a number of ambitious scientists worked on the development of sentient mammals. Thinking mammals, on an almost human level. Apes were the most obvious candidates, but hadn’t produced good results until then. So it happened that the researchers tested their development on all kinds of animals. And to their surprise, there was a test subject that delivered amazing results.\n\nA cat.\n\nWithin just a few weeks *Felix* \\- as he was creatively called - had developed to the cognitive level of a 6-year-old child. When Felix imitated human words for the first time 86 days after application of the therapy, the researchers turned to the public. They received some media attention, but in the sea of worldwide catastrophes, a scientific success didn’t seem to be interesting for long. It should have been.\n\nThe abilities of the small, gray cat developed steadily. He overcame every hurdle declared by scientists as an insurmountable limit of his cognitive capacity. First he understood logical connections, then language, then he walked upright and learned to use the fingers of his paws for complex tasks. He was a success story that went unnoticed. On day 264, after an argument, Felix broke head researcher Dr. Ulysses C. Shaw’s neck. After what the media called an \"accident with an out of control laboratory animal\", Felix disappeared.\n\nFor two years, no one had seen or heard from Felix. Nobody knows what happened during that time or where he was, but when a gas station in eastern Zurich was robbed in the spring of 2024, the officials were stunned. After witnesses had reported a gang of cats, the surveillance tapes were sighted. Three cats armed with what looked like small crossbows threatened the cashier and stole a cart full of food.\n\nOver the next few weeks and months, the incidents became more frequent. More and more cat gangs were sighted. More and more attacks took place. More and more often they insulted the people in a not-okay way. In autumn 2024, there were clashes between hundreds of cats and the police in several large cities in Switzerland. The media outcry was great. Camps were formed. One for the cats, who were intelligent and should have rights, or simply because it was animal abuse. And one against them, which was characterized by fear and ignorance.\n\nA few days after the first clashes, the first supernatural event occurred. At the Bundesplatz in Bern, after fierce fighting, a single small, grey tomcat stood in front of the emergency forces. Untouched. And for the first time the world heard Felix's words.\n\n*\"Why don't you leave us in peace? Why are we worth less than you?\"*\n\n*\"You are everywhere. You're loud, dirty and unfair. You treat us like fish! You are worthless!\"*\n\nAnd with these words, Felix was silent again. After only a few seconds, the last of the 93 policemen present that day was pulverized to dust.\n\nAfter that, things turned out worse for the governments. They were dealing with a race of highly developed cats of which more and more began to think, to speak, to fight. And some of them seemed to be able to let their enemies crumble to dust with their thoughts only.\n\nAfter Germany and France had also fallen, the armies of the cats dedicated themselves to Russia and America. No amount of fighter jets, missiles, warships would have been of any use against the superior technology of the USC. The first and last desperate union of Russia, the US, China and India under one government fell after only one year.\n\nNow, years after the world’s downfall caused by an angry cat, only one question remains. What had caused Felix to commit his first murder so many years ago? What was their dispute about? Time off? Personal differences? Whiskas? I guess we'll never know. Watch out for human traps, guys. And take care!"
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[WP]Years after the galactic grouping, you are a farmer on an alien planet on an entirely different galaxy and you are being interviewed for the entertainment of people on Earth. Talk about some of your favorite alien crops.
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" \n\n“Good morning, my dudes!” Vega yelled, apparently at nothing. Polaris peered at her approaching intern, who was kicking up copper-green dust clouds with his Earthen shoes. \n\nVega continued. “Today is SUPER exciting because I’m meeting my GWOOF host, and you all get to be right here with me on an ALL! DAY! STREAM! Remember, you can donate to Galaxy-Wide Opportunities for Organic Farmers at ANY time, just by flicking your eyes to the lower left twice!”\n\nPolaris finally saw the VR-streaming camera floating near Vega’s head and allowed herself a second of stage fright before she strode over, her soft-textured boots leaving the dust in place.\n\n“So pleased you made it. Let’s show your friends the needle harvest.”\n\n\\--\n\nVega’s eyes widened as they approached the needlevine pasture and Polaris, baskets hanging off her arms, made to undo the padlocked gate.\n\n“A pasture? You raise livestock here too?”\n\nPolaris laughed. “You’re still thinking in Earth terms, hon. Animal, plant- that’s all arbitrary. You’re looking at an indigenous evolutionary tree here, no imports.”\n\nThe needlevines were indeed embedded in the soil like plants. Black, gnarled appendages spread out from a central point to fill a few square meters of space, and they were covered with thousands of thin black spines pointing straight up. The stems- what was visible of them between spines- mellowed to a dark red, overlaid with a fine calligraphy of magma-orange veins.\n\nIt was hard to distinguish them from particularly devilish thornbushes, unless you noticed their slight sway on the windless day.\n\nVega was jumping with excitement and took a big inhale to announce this on camera when Polaris laid a hand on his shoulder. She gestured: *softer, softer*.\n\nHe took the hint. “Yes, folks, here it is: needlevines. Or as they call it, the Defogger,” he murmured. “Memory medicine. Ever hear of dementia? Alzheimers? Only in history books? Well, you can thank this plant.”\n\n“Not a plant,” said Polaris. “Stay put for a minute.”\n\nShe stepped carefully, heel first, lowering her toes an inch at a time.\n\n“Good morning, my dudes,” she chirped with a smirk. The needles rippled.\n\nPolaris reached the edge of the bush. She couldn’t step any further without getting a leg full of needles. She brushed the underside of a vine with a soft hand, and after a moment, a foot-wide path of needles relaxed and became soft enough to wade through. Polaris sat right down in the middle of the bush and started brushing needles into her straw basket. It took a few minutes before she smiled up at Vega and picked her way back.\n\n“I want to show you something.”\n\n“Wow. That’s like, less than half the needles. Are you gonna go back?”\n\n“No. Breathe in.” She wafted the aroma from the basket towards him.\n\nVega’s eyes dilated. “Uh- I feel-“ He fell silent for a full ten seconds, surely confusing his subscribers.\n\n“Polaris!” he shouted suddenly. “I- I was so stupid- all those times-“\n\n“It’s okay, hon,” Polaris interrupted, lowering the basket. “It’s potent raw. You’re pulling up old memories at random. It won’t last long.” The vines had rustled at his shout.\n\nVega was breathing hard. “Let’s walk a little,” urged Polaris with a glance at the closest bush. It had arched all its vines up like a frightened cat and was pointing half its needles at Vega instead of the sky.\n\nShe hustled him to another corner of the pasture. “Of course you’ve been stupid. I have too,” she chuckled. “You really have to be at peace with yourself to work with these guys. Otherwise you’ll be paralyzed.”\n\n“Okay.” He had calmed slightly. “I… was thinking I would help you harvest, but if it’s worse than that…”\n\n“It won’t be any worse. As long as you give them respect.”\n\n“Give them what?”\n\n“Well… they just want to know you’re not a threat. Step lightly, speak softly. Let them know you’re there. Most importantly,” she emphasized, “don’t take away more than they’re willing to give.”\n\nVega glanced at the half-full basket of needles. Even that much would fetch an extreme price back home. “Okay… but d you ever do it in, like, batches? So you don’t take it all at once?”\n\nPolaris stopped walking and looked him in the eye. “Vega, you can give them artificial nutrients, imitation starlight, and lab-synthesized water. But you don’t imitate respect.”\n\nVega was quieter as they approached the new vines. “Now, want to try it?” asked Polaris. “I’ll join you.”\n\nVega nodded and crept towards the bush a few steps behind Polaris.\n\n“This is my friend,” she whispered, stroking the vine. “He gets you. He’ll be good.”\n\nThey made it to the center and started brushing needles off. Vega wasn’t confident he *did* “get” it. It seemed like they were barely taking anything- was Polaris going to be upset if he didn’t harvest enough? It took so much trouble just to get here. A few needles *seemed* really loose- maybe he just had to pull a little-\n\nFFT! The needle writhed and pricked him in the thumb.\n\n“Polaris-“ \n\nThe vines were gone. He was starting his channel, giving it a vulgar name he’d have to change later. He was accidentally insulting a galactic official at his graduation because he knew nothing about off-planet customs. He was quitting his study abroad program because he was too scared to leave Earth. Stupid, stupid, stupid!\n\n“You’re back. You’re back. It’s okay. You’re here,” a soft voice was saying.\n\nHe was lying on the dirt outside the pasture fence. There was a collective buzzing noise coming from the angry vines within lashing themselves in all directions. His camera lay at his feet- she had turned it off, bless her.\n\n“Looks like the effects are wearing off. We’ll quit the harvest for today,” Polaris told him.\n\n“I have to confess something,” croaked Vega. “I’ve never been off-world. I… I think I’m nervous.”\n\nPolaris smiled. “Well then, I think this is going to be a great year for you.”"
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[WP] While on a road trip find yourself in a small town. As you exit the car, a deafening siren resounds throughout the town. A resident approaches you and yells frantically " We have 30 minutes left until sunset, either leave this town or find place to hide!"
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"Roars of the Porsche 911 could be heard on the road. Elliot loved his red beast of a car because it was the only thing left by his father who he never met. \n\nWith his arms full of tattoos of different kinds of animals he gripped the steering wheel keeping the red beast from rampaging on the road. As the sun was going to its deserved rest he noticed outlines of a small town and something inside him was pulling him towards the town and after a few minutes he arrived in what seemed a ghost town and while he was looking around he heard a siren which was booming through the city. As he stood there in a white t-shirt and jeans like a lonely tree a man frantically approached Elliot with fear in his eyes and started yelling:”We have 30 minutes left until sunset, either leave this town or find a place to hide!\".\n\nWith a broad smile he looked at the town resident and with a gentle voice replied:”I am here to make them leave.”. As he said that two blue-eyed wolf-like creatures jumped from Elliot’s shadow, one to his left side and one to his right side. From his left arm a wolf tattoo disappeared and a second later a wolf tattoo from his right arm disappeared also.\n\nAs the trembling town resident saw this scene his legs stopped listening to him and he fell to the floor like a bag of grain and with fear for his life he shouted: “MMMMMonster, you are like them.” He crawled to his nearby house with all the strength he had turned to Elliot several times to see will the shadowy wolves move towards him.\n\nThey did not but with every turn he noticed more and more blue-eyed shadowy animals appearing and he finally scrambled to his house and entered it.",
"The engine hummed as the truck sped through the crudely made desert roads. It kicked up dust in it's wake, great clouds of it flying past the windows. It blared 90s Rock Music from the radio as it moved.\n\nIt would have been a strange sight to see. The driver, whom we will call \"Steven\", was even stranger, a scraggly looking man. With disheveled brown hair that looked like it hadn't been combed in days. Yet, it wasn't that long.\n\nHe was dressed in a White T-Shirt, Blue Jeans, White Sneakers that had been covered in little dust splotches here and there. Freckles covered the bridge of his nose and accented the Sky Blue Eyes that sat just above them.\n\nHe had been heading into town after a long weekend of camping. His town was a little strange, but it was also quite quaint. Little did he know, he might've been in-store for a little more \"strange\" then he expected.\n\nHe had been sitting in his car, listening to the radio play as he sang to it while driving. His eyes peering around at the dusty roads and the cactus' that were spread throughout the desert at random points.\n\nSuddenly, his phone blinked and two things happened. First, it showed that he was almost 100 Miles from the nearest town. But, the second thing happened so quickly he had little time to think about the first.\n\nHis wife was calling, Steven, not wanting to upset her. Understandably reached out and pressed the \"accept\" button. His wife's face flashing briefly onto the screen. Before it turned into an Icon and he could hear her speaking.\n\n\"Hello, love. I just got home from work. I love you. I was thinking we could do pasta tonight, huh? Pasta sounds good, right?\" She sounded a bit tired and Steven didn't want to cause her anymore hassle.\n\n\"Of course, love. Pasta sounds delicious! I'm on my way home now with the rest of the supplies. I got it, because you had to go into work early.\" He responded.\n\n\"Oh, thank you! You're too kind.\" She laughed. \"Alright. I'll see you get home, Mwuah! Love you.\" Steven smiled and then spoke before she could disconnect.\n\n\"And tell our little angel that Dad says Goodnight and he loves here!\" He responded with a smile. The line was quiet for a few seconds, before his wife spoke again.\n\n\"Yes, I will. Love you, honey. I'll go get the pasta ready and I'll tell her. Will you be home soon?\" She asked.\n\nSteven thought about this. Forgetting the message that his phone had flashed moments before. \"Yes, I should be home, soon.\" He responded with a smile.\n\nThen, he disconnected the call and returned to driving. He could now see a town that was coming into sight. It looked almost exactly like his own. But something was a little off...\n\nIt wasn't even something visible... and then he heard it. The Siren, so loud it even drowned out the rock music which he still had on full volume. It screamed through the town.\n\nSteven looked around and watched as frantic towns people ran past his truck. Some in groups, some ran solo. Then, a loud THUMP! Came from the outside of his truck...\n\nHe whipped around and there they were. Staring wide-eyed at him. \"THE SIREN!\" They hissed as he rolled down the window just enough to hear them. The Rock Music now off and forgotten.\n\n\"The... Siren?\" He asked. \"YES!\" They responded. \"It always rings close to sundown!\" They hissed. \"You, me, we all have 30 Minutes Left until Sundown! Either GET OUT or find a place to hide!\" They hissed.\n\nSteven could feel the sweat beading on his forehead from the sickly desert heat. His mind was recoiling in shock and strangely, he felt angry. The kind of angry when you get a sick joke played on you by a bunch of teenagers.\n\n\"WHAT IS THIS? SOME KIND OF SICK JOKE?\" He roared, turning around to face the person who backed away, almost tripping over themselves in hasty shock and raising their hands in the air.\n\n\"30 Minutes Until Sundown... Hide or Get Out...\" They hissed. Then, they rushed back towards the truck. Steven stared in horror and quickly attempted to throw it into reverse. But it had completely stopped working...\n\nThey whispered it again. \"30 Minutes Until Sundown... Hide or Get Out...\" Then, they turned. Joining the crowds stampeding to shelters as Steven recoiled again. He attempted to work the truck again, but it wouldn't move.\n\nHe threw his hands down hard on the dashboard and screamed in frustration. Then, he remembered. Reaching into the Glove Box, he brought out the Smith & Wesson 627 Revolver. Fully Loaded.\n\nHe checked his watch. *25 Minutes Left.* He decided to heed the strangers advice. Throwing the car door open and knocking one of the stampeding men with his car door, who fell flat on their back and groaned.\n\nHe didn't have time to help them now. Did he? He checked his watch. *24 Minutes Left.* He cursed. \"Fuck it.\" He muttered and bent down. \"Hey, you okay?\" He asked as he held out a hand.\n\nThe man gratefully took it and nodded. \"Yeah, 'the name's Dan.\" He responded. \"Steven.\" Steven said quickly. \"We're supposed to hide, right?\" He asked Dan. \"Yeah, 'before them's things get out here.\" Dan responded.\n\nSteven nodded and checked his watch. *22 Minutes Left.* He tugged at Dan. \"Let's go! 24 Minutes Left!\" He and Dan took off down the street with the other stampeding people.\n\nSteven looked down at his watch. 19 *Minutes Left.* Everything felt like it was going in slow motion.\n\nThey continued to run as fast as they could. Arriving at a safe shelter with only 10 Minutes Left. They, and several other people were pulled inside. Before the doors slammed shut.\n\nSteven watched as the time ticked down, *9 Minutes, 8 Minutes, 7 Minutes, 6 Minutes, 5 Minutes, 4 Minutes, 3 Minutes, 2 Minutes, 1 Minute...* And then the time was over. Those outside began screaming, the shrill screams echoed through the town.\n\nStrangely, Steven noticed. It seemed like none of the people in the shelter reacted. Strangely, the people's screams died out quickly and no noise could be heard.\n\nUntil the screams started up again. But then, the sound of panicking and running people could also be heard along with more screams... but these... these seemed inhuman... and suddenly...\n\nTo his horror, Steven realized that these screams were coming from inside the shelter... these inhuman screams...\n\nThen, as if mechanically all the towns people, including Dan. Stumbled towards him, their steps strange and uneven. Like their legs were two different sizes.\n\nThey let out more screams as they began to converge on him. Through the Moonlight Steven could see that something about them was beginning to change...\n\nThey were starting to look... furry... they looked like... wolves... The Moonlight shone off the slick, shiny coats of fur that had begun to cover their bodies as they hunched over...\n\nThat was it. The Moon, it was a full Moon... The screams turned to piercing howls. Steven gulped... What should he do?\n\nHe watched in horror and stunned silence as they converged on him. He opened his mouth to scream but no sound came out. Not that it would be heard over the howls anyway...\n\nHis body began to malfunction. Sweat poured down his forehead and tears stung his eyes. He thought about his wife, his daughter... And then everything went black...",
"“WHAP!” The man slammed his hand against the wooden table of his farm home on top of the ton, signaling the end of his story.\n\nWe rolled into Buncorn just before sunset and as we came to the first stop sign a man frantically waved us to stop. He pleaded that we were in danger and needed to get in his house before nightfall. My wife and I begrudgingly abided by his request and well that’s where we are now.\n\nWe had just finished up listening to Don talk about these mysterious disappearances that have been happening just as soon as the dark covers the town; when we hear a knock at the door. Don slowly goes to answer the door and opens the door just a smidge to take a peak outside.\n\nThe door is suddenly kicked in and a man with a shotgun blasts Don right in the chest with spread shot.\n\nWe make eye contact with the man and says, “thanks for guiding us to him”\n\n“This man right here is Don McGwan and you were just about to be his 42nd and 43rd victim.”\n\nSharon and I sit down in disbelief, we almost just died.\n\nAnd I think to myself, wow how did i just get caught.",
"\"We have 30 minutes left until sunset, either leave this town or find a place to hide!\" \n\nI stood there dazed for a moment holding my newly purchased pack of Bourbons whilst I allowed myself a moment for me to process the interaction. I had spotted the man who was now in a frantic hurry to what I can only assume was his home, in the corner shop I had just exited.\n\nI had grown up in a large metropolitan area and as such was used to having strange things barked at me by passers-by, but something about this brief scenario had stunned me. \n\nNormally I would brush these things off without much hesitation, assuming the deliverer of such warnings was either delusional, struggling with a mental condition or just off their nut on some wild concoction of medical grade smack. However nothing about this man's demeanour had struck me as odd at all. In fact quite the opposite. He was a well dressed man in his mid thirties wearing a navy shirt with a floral pattern and rounded glasses. Despite such a brief exchange, it was clear there was an eloquence to the mans speech. His tone was serious and his delivery precise, except for a minor quiver. Was it fear? \n\nIt wasn't until the piercing monotone eruption of noise escaping from a locally concealed siren started to drone that my brain whirred back to life and my mind started to race. \n\nMy first thought was to turn my eyes to the sky. Expecting to see a formation of planes flying over, like some 1940s blitz tasked with delivering me from my somewhat squandered, short human life. Instead my eyes were met with the contrasting calmness of a glorious peach and magenta sunset. \n\nHearing a clank and whirr I snapped my vision back to the shop that I had just exited which now began to lower some thick iron shutters at the store front. I watched as the man behind the shutters moved to lock the door, before he vanished behind the steel wall. \n\nAdrenaline was now pumping through my body as I threw myself into my car, started the engine and raced from the car park back onto to the nearby motorway, not too afraid to check my rear view mirror even once. \n\nIt wasn't until I was 20 minutes clear of the town and the light was all but gone that I realised I'd dropped my fucking Bourbons.",
"\"Thirty minutes? It's a small town, we got time. Why don't I give you a ride home?\" \n\n\"I don't have one, my parents kicked me out last week.\" The kid in front of me couldn't have been more than fourteen years old. I couldn't tell whether I was looking at a boy or a girl; the only clue came from their backpack covered in pins. Among the rainbows, cute characters, and memes, one of the pins read He/They.\n\n\"Alright, got any drugs or weapons?\"\n\n\"I wish.\" They laughed dryly. \"I have a multi-tool in my backpack.\"\n\n\"Okay, take it out and put it in the back seat.\" I waited.\n\n\"Why?\"\n\n\"Because I want to help you get out of here, and I also don't wanna get killed.\" I lifted my t-shirt to show a pair of yoga pants with no pockets. \"Besides, I got nothing.\"\n\nThe kid tossed their Leatherman in the back and sat down in the passenger seat.\n\n\"Which way do we go to avoid whatever it is we're avoiding?\"\n\n\"Any way. Just get out of town!\"\n\n\"Great. My name is Kathy. I'm going as far west as Denver, then south to Albuquerque to visit my sister. What's your name, and do you prefer he or they?\"\n\n\"I'm Riley. I prefer he pronouns. Nice to meet you, ma'am.\" He paused, for just long enough to make it awkward. \"I have an auntie in Goodland, Kansas who might take me in.\"\n\n\"Awesome, get ahold of her.\" I punched the directions into my GPS app.\n\nInstead of seeing a typical map, I saw dark spots covering the tiny town we'd just left, then spreading over the screen. In red, the words \"It's getting dark\" zoomed in until they covered the entire screen.\n\n\"Shit!\" Riley shrieked.\n\n\"Is that what we're running from?\" I glanced in my side mirrors. The sky behind me was pitch black.\n\n\"Oh God, hurry! It's the curse!\" Riley looked over his shoulder. His knuckles were white, gripping his backpack straps.\n\n\"I'll try, hon, but I'm towing an Airstream.\" I geared down, trying to get some extra speed. \n\n\"It can follow us through our phones.\" Riley reached up and turned my phone off.\n\nI glanced up at the road ahead. It was empty. The traffic light ahead was red.\n\n\"Just run it!\" Riley glanced over his shoulder again.\n\n\"Oh, that was the plan.\" I blew through the red light, and past the Speed Limit 35 sign, at 60 and climbing. The engine whined, so I shifted up.\n\nI heard the distinct whoop of a police siren behind me. Crap. I glanced over at Riley, who buried his face in his hands, and I started nosing my truck over to the shoulder.\n\nThe Nebraska State Patrol officer blew by me. Great! I geared down again and punched it.\n\n\"We're good, Riley, they just wanted to pass.\"\n\nRiley didn't calm down until we were nearly to Oberlin, Nebraska, when he could look outside at the night sky and see stars. \n\n\"Alright, hon. I have two questions for you.\"\n\n\"Yeah?\" He pushed a lock of curly blue hair away from his eyes.\n\n\"First of all, you think we're safe now? I needed diesel and a bathroom when I stopped in Firth and picked you up. And I should probably get directions to your aunt's house.\"\n\n\"Yeah. The stars are out. We're good.\"\n\n\"Secondly, and pardon me, what the FUCK, man?\"",
"Almost everyone agrees that America's history is not a pretty one. No matter what they told you in elementary school.\n\nWell, its present isn't very pretty either.\n\nI was starkly reminded of this when I was on a road trip through the southern states to visit a friend in Florida.\n\nI pulled into the run down looking gas station in Mississippi and got out of my gray Toyota Camry. I still had about a quarter of a tank left, but my dad always told me it was best not to let it go below that. Something about it ruining your engine or something, I admit I wasn't really listening.\n\nThe man working at the gas station was watching me through the window, a scowl on his face. He looked like the most exaggerated caricature of a southern hick I'd ever seen. I decided not to deal with him and just stuck my debit card in the card reader.\n\nThe ancient gas pump took three tries and a good kick to start filling the tank, and I leaned against my car while it worked, closing my eyes and enjoying the warmth of the setting sun and slight breeze.\n\nI was jolted out of my relaxation by a distant klaxon alarm. I gasped, standing straight and looking around, heart pounding.\n\nThe hick was grinning nastily at me before he disappeared from sight.\n\nAnother car was passing the gas station, driving down the empty road so quickly I was sure they were going *way* above the speed limit.\n\nIt screeched to a loud stop and backed up, the electric window buzzing down. The older woman inside looked at me her eyes wide and stark against her dark skin. \"What are you doing outside?\" She asked in a frantic tone.\n\nI frowned in confusion and motioned at the gas pump still filling my car. \"Uh, just getting a tank of gas. Why? What's going on?\"\n\nThe woman ran a hand over her fluffy graying hair. \"Don't you know it's only 30 minutes to sunset?! Either get inside or get out of town!\"\n\nBefore I could ask what the hell she meant by that, she was speeding away.\n\nI swallowed heavily and cut off the pump. My tank wasn't full yet, but it had enough to get me far away from here.\n\nAs I was getting back in the car, I saw the hick in the window again. He had a shotgun in his hands.\n\nI put his gas station and him in my rear view mirror, and kept driving until my tank was almost empty in Georgia. The one I pulled into was a newer looking place with a lot of people going in and out. Much safer.\n\nWhile I was filling my tank, I pulled out my phone and looked up the town I had been in. Just to see what that whole thing was about.\n\nThat was the first time I'd ever heard of a Sundown Town.",
"The windows were down and the music was blaring in my car as I drove across the lonely road. I was belting out the lyrics, likely in a very tone-deaf manor, \"I fixed up the motor today...and we can leave any time we want to.\nYour tattoos are faded away...now, you can be anything you want to...now, you can be anything you want, tonight...\"\n\nIt looked like a small town was coming up so I turned down the music. I didn't want to be that douche blasting music through the quiet town. The sun was starting to set and pink and orange colors appeared in the sky.\n\nThe speed limit slowed down to 35 and then 25 as I came up on the quaint downtown area of wherever I was. This had been a great toad trip so far by myself. I took it to forget about everything going on in my life and to try to find some new experiences.\n\n\nI was getting low on gas and really had to pee. Luckily there was a gas station just before the shops and restaurants began. As I pulled next to one of the pumps, I noticed it was one of the old fashioned non-electronic ones where the numbers spun while you pumped. There didn't look to be any activity in the downtown area or at the gas station. \n\nThere was a small repair shop attached to the small shop and a worker ran out of there. When he got closer, he started yelling, \"What are you doing? You need to get out of here! There is only thirty minutes left and the clock is ticking!\"\n\nI was caught of guard by this wild-eyed weirdo. \"Umm, I just need some gas and thought I'd go for a sunset walk downtown. I also reeeeaaaly have to pee.\"\n\n\"For God sakes man, don't you know where you are?\"\n\n\"A gas station?\" I said. I remained calm and asked him if he could fill-er-up while I used the bathroom.\n\nHe was so nervous he was shaking, but he raised his finger and pointed to the side of the building. I handed him a thirty bucks and went to use the bathroom. \n\nWhen I finished my business I walked outside and gazed at the picturesque sky behind the gas station.\n\nHe was still pumping the gas so I took my time looking in the store windows and the shop. There was an old Mustang up on the lift with the wheels off. \n\n\"Sweet car,\" I said. \"What year is that?\"\n\nHe stuttered, \"Ninet-t-t-teen sixty n-n-n-nine.\"\n\n\"Cool,\" I said. I knew next to nothing about cars, but could still appreciate a nice one and would love to own one like that some day.\n\n\"Any good places to grab a beer?\" I asked.\n\n\"No... you're too late. Y-y-you've made me late,\" he said.\n\nA bell dinged and the gas stopped flowing when the it hit $30 on the pump.\n\n\"There's n-n-no time! We've got to h-hide! Follow me,\" he said and ran into the shop.\n\n\"Well this is different,\" I thought. But it was at least some sort of adventure. I was really curious what he was so nervous about so I followed him.\n\nWhen I made it inside the shop, he closed the clear door and led me to a trap door in the ground. He opened it up, climbed down a ladder, and switched on a light.\n\n\"Hurry, down here!\" he shouted.\n\nI've seen that movie before. \"Hell no,\" I said.\n\n\"F-f-fine, but don't let them see you!\" he said and slammed the door shut.\n\nWas he just the town crazy person or was something truly sinister going on here? I couldn't wait to find out.\n\nJust to be safe I ducked down underneath the clear panels on the door so I wouldn't be seen. I was looking around for a vampire or werewolf or some other fictional danger. Then as the last bit of sunlight disappeared, I saw a cat about 100 feet away. \"Hey crazy dude. There's a cat out there. Should we let it in?\"\n\nI heard a few locks unlatch and the trap door popped up a tiny bit. \"Are you insane? Stay in here and don't go near it.\" He slammed it shut again and I heard the click of the locks. \n\nI looked back out at the cat and now there were three out there. Then another. And another. The cats kept coming out just like a bunch of carnies when \"Hey, Rube\" was yelled.\n\nThey ran around and played with each other and rolled on the ground. They were so cute.\n\n\"Open the door, I want to go out there and pet them,\" I said.\n\nThe locks unlatched and the trapdoor popped up again. \"I shouldn't have let you in,\" he said.\n\nI looked back at the cute cats and saw a person out there, \"Oh, is that the vampire you are so afraid of?\" I asked.\n\nHe lifted the trap door a little higher, \"Timmy? Timmy, noooo!\" he said.\n\nI turned around just in time to see the cats run over and pounce on Timmy. In a matter of seconds all that was left was a pile of bones on the ground.\n\n\"What...the...\" I started to say, but then the cats suddenly started walking towards the shop.\n\n\"Move aside!\" I shouted and jumped down the trapdoor knocking the guy down. I pulled myself back up on the ladder and slammed the door shut and locked it.\n\nEdit: typos",
"\"I'll call you when I get there, sweetheart, say good night to my little princess for me.\"\n\nJaeger disconnected the call and focused on his driving. He has 100 kms ahead of him to reach his hometown, it's been so long since he visited his parents. They've asked him to come by some time, he had decided today is the day.\n\nHe finds himself in a small town on the way, he exits the car to stretch his legs and arms.\n\nOut of a sudden he heared a deafening siren that resounded thoughtout the town. A resident approched him running, he yelled frantically, \"We have 30 minutes left until sunset, either leave this town or find a place to hide!\" he said as he left him in a hurry.\n\nJaeger promptly got into his car, his car wouldn't start. \"Strange,\" he thought.\n\nThen he sat in the car for a few more minutes and went over what the stranger had told him, 'either leave town or find a place to hide.' \"What could be a threat here?\" he asked himself. The siren kept blaring in the distance, numbing his thoughts.\n\nHe tried calling his wife and his parents, there was no signal. He couldn't see a vehicle around, or a barn or shack in his proximity and there was only 5 more minutes.\n\nThe lapsed time ended, the sun had set and the dusk began to settle. Jaeger couldn't find anything in the distance. \"Did I just get trolled?\" he asked disappointed in himself.\n\nHe got out of the car, locked it and started walking. He went a few meteres ahead. A kind of white and foggy wave rushed toward him from the horizon, panicked he turned back and ran but it was too late, the wave crossed him before he could get to his car.\n\n\"What the heck was that?\" Jaeger felt a prickling sensation inside his chest. He got up from the ground, he looked for his car but it was not there.\n\nThe whole town, the trees, the ground, the field and the night sky disappeared around him. He slowly realized he had been taken elsewhere.\n\nHe immediately fell unconscious on the ground of white background after watching the reality around him disappear. Two elderly people came to him, \"Ma? Pa?\" Jeager saw his parents there with him before he closed his eyes.\n\nThe wave has been taking human beings in the vicinity for the past few years, today Jeager has become one of its prey.\n\nr/FleetingScripts"
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[WP] It was just a deer. It was just a deer. As you sit in your driveway, staring through your smashed windshield, you’re not even sure you could convince yourself it was a deer, let alone your wife. The local Sheriff.
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"Neither one of us had ever driven in snow before. Eventually we learned. But black ice was different.\n\n“Oh shit, what did you hit this time?” My wife unbuckled her gun belt and held up her hand. “Wait, don’t tell me. Let me get outta my uniform, darlin.”\n\nI waited at the door, feeling like I was sixteen and just gotten my learner’s permit. I had put a whole lotta dings in my father’s yellow Chevrolet Impala that year. Unable to downshift and brake around corners, my father’s hand had always hovered on the emergency brake. Only a few years ago, before we’d moved to this frozen tundra and my wifee had taken the ‘dream job’ fulfilling her long held career goal of being Sheriff, I’d picked my father up at the airport in steamy Fort Lauderdale in my Carrera. We dumped his bag in the front trunk and sank into the seats. I pointed to the e-brake: “Dad,” I said smiling, “touch it and you die.”\n\nThat had been before. Now the Carrera was gone and so was my father. I sighed, sloughing off my heavy coat and hanging it on the hook. I could hear my wife calling to her cat upstairs. For all her fierce bossiness and controlling ways and all the guns and tasers and batons, she spoke to that Mainecoone as if he was a baby. A human baby. \n\n“Cha-cha-chuuuuuchie!” She sang out.\n\nI sat down on the bench, you know the one, we all have them, when it suddenly became important for all of use to have hygienically clean floors that you could eat off of, and I removed my boots. I placed them on a hard-plastic matt with ridges that would catch the ice and snow as it melted. As I stared at the boots my mind wandered to those terrifying few seconds when my car skidded on black ice only hours before. I put my hand to my head as I relived the thumb of that body, I shivered, that thing hitting my car.\n\nMy step-mother had taught me a trick when I was a child, whenever I couldn’t remember something. She called it ‘thinking back’. I tried to picture that moment of the thud now but I could not. Even in the warm house, with the oven pre-heating I felt a chill.\n\n“So, how bad is it?”\n\n“What”\n\nMy wife had appeared in her bobbos and thick socks, the cat wound itself around her ankle. “Do I have to go look?”\n\n“In a minute,” I massaged my temples, “in a minute.”\n\n“I’ve got lentil soup on the stove and its preheated so we can put in the cornbread.”\n\n“Sounds wonderful,” I realized I was hungry. When was the last time I had eaten? The afternoon had become a messy blur and I couldn’t remember anything since the first coffee at breakfast. It was a normal day. We had awoken, shared a Peloton class, eaten breakfast. My wifee had put on her uniform and after a few talks on the radio had left for work. I had checked the cat, opened the garage, and started to warm my car. On my way to the community college, I stopped and chatted with two neighbors, we were all ready for spring. After my classes, I made my way to the library for my writers group and headed home.\n\nI knew this because this is what I did several days a week, even when I didn’t teach. I had to or else I would turn into a co-dependent fifth stage clinger while my wife worked and worked and worked. Law enforcement demanded some pretty long hours.\n\nI put the cornbread in the oven and set the timer. There was that chill again, I pulled up my turtleneck. What had I hit with the trusty and slightly rusty Subaru? My wifee took a phone call from a commissioner. I let myself out into the garage and flipped on the lights. It got dark so damn early this time of year.\n\nI looked over the car. The windshield was shattered but there was no other damage, it was extraordinary. I closed my eyes. It was such a loud noise, I expected the front to be damaged. Hadn’t I gotten out and looked as soon as I’d gotten the car to a safe stop? Of course I had. I closed my eyes again, picturing it and I could see the road, feel the car move beneath me, slide to the right and then slide to the left. THUMP. I had gotten out of the car and looked and it seemed like there was a gooey substance on the grille and I had seen.... \n\nI backed up to the garage door to the house. “No,” I said out loud. ‘Yes,’ my mind said. I had seen something slither into the snow covered swale. I approached the car slowly and squatted down, eventually coming to lie on the cold cement floor. I pushed the flashlight on my phone and peered down the length of the chassis. There, burned on to my muffler was a green long tentacle. It was singed on the edges. I caught a whiff of it and coughed. \n\nThe timer went off on my phone and forgetting myself I sat up, hitting my head on the bumper. I pushed myself back, scrambling up, and ran into the house.\n\nMy wifee had pulled the cornbread from the oven. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” She said, cutting herself a thick slice of cornbread and lathering it with butter.\n\n“Its worse than that,” I said. “Come, take a look.”",
"My stomach feels cold and empty, as my mind tries to wander to the truth.\n\n\"It. Was. Just. A Deer.\" I say mechanically, fighting to keep my mind focused on the truth I needed it to be. That WE need it to be.\n\n\"I hit a deer, and it is dead.\" I say in an almost prayer as I carefully get out of my seat. \"Just a deer. Just a deer.\"\n\n\"Honey, are you okay? I expected you in the house a few minutes ago.\" She calls out.\n\nMy stomach feels like it has dropped another couple of inches and another magnitude of cold. Breathe in. Count to three. Breathe out. Count to three.\n\n\"Sorry about that, just had one of those days. I hit a deer. I am okay.\" I answer without thinking.\n\nI can hear her footsteps start to approach. She IS the local Sheriff, of course she would need to check it. Hurrying, my shaky legs get to the door before she does and I step through before she can see \\*the\\* truth.\n\nInstantly, she knows something is up and my mind starts to drift to the truth I need us to avoid. I am pale, clammy and can barely stand. It looks like I have been a horrendous car accident, which is technically true.\n\n\"It was just a deer. Nothing to worry about. We can get the car repaired tomorrow. It was just a deer.\" I say, my voice shaking slightly at the beginning, but my eyes are locked with hers.\n\nI have been with this amazing woman for well over a decade. She knows exactly what sort of person I am, and she knows I have had her back through everything.\n\n\"It is just a deer. Nothing to get concerned about.\" I am trying to cram as much strength into those words as I can. \"Just. A. Deer.\"\n\nI can see the fight inside of her stare. Half of her wants to investigate as befits her station. But she knows that I \\*NEED\\* her to accept that I just hit a deer. I can almost hear her repeat her oath. She will Need to check it out to stay unbiased.\n\nI repeat, \"Just. A. Deer.\" Every so often as I walk behind her. I can see her resolve as she heads to the door.\n\nStepping through, I repeat what she Needs to accept. We WE need her to accept. Her gasp as she sees the damage to the truck. As she turns to me, her eyes wide, I simply repeat those three words.\n\nCarefully she steps to the front of the truck and she sees the Deer, with its skeletal head, antlers, and almost humanoid form.\n\n\"Just. A. Deer. I hit a deer, and we can deal with it in the morning. I just hit a Deer.\" I say with conviction that I never thought I could possess after confirming that I did hit a ... Deer.\n\nShe turns to me, and nods. \"It was just a deer.\" Her voice cracks slightly.\n\nI nod in agreement. \"It was just a deer.\"\n\nShe tries to smile, but she can't. Her duty to law and truth is threatening our very lives. I reach out to her with my hand.\n\n\"Just a deer, right? It is Just a Deer.\" I say, trying to lead her to the truth she will need to accept if we are to live one more night.\n\n\"Just a Deer.\" She says carefully. \"It was just a deer.\""
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[WP] Ghosts were always stated to be intangible beings you couldn’t touch. You believed this to be true until one day, as you were driving home from work, you hit one with your car. Both shocked and confused, you step outside your vehicle to confront the now agitated spectre.
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"I scrambled out of my car, feeling the biting December wind smack at my face as I slammed the door behind me. The morning frost shimmered on the pavement, pretty but treacherously slippery this early, when everything was still dark and most people were still asleep in their warm beds.\n\nSteadying myself, I made my way around to the back of the car as quickly as possible.\n\nPlease don’t let it be dead, please don’t let it be dead.\n\nI’d felt the thump as I reversed out of my drive. I’d hit something for sure. Possibly a small animal. Oh God, it might be my my neighbour’s cat, she had a habit of escaping out of the upstairs window.\n\nI peered through the red glow of my brake lights. There was nothing there. How could that be? Frowning, I straightened up and looked to see if there was an animal nearby, perhaps it had crawled off while I was getting out of the car. It really was too dark to see. I started to examine the back of my car, running my hand along the bumper to feel if there was a dent of any kind.\n\nOut of the blue, my foot struck something soft. Startled, I jumped and stumbled, crying out as I threw my hands up to try and grab hold of something to stop me falling. Hands coming up empty, I landed on what seemed to be some kind of large body shape in front of me on the floor.\n\n“Get off me you damned imbecile!”\n\nI kicked my legs out in alarm and scrambled to my feet, what the hell?\n\n“Ow, you kick me? You mow a man down with your stupid driving machine and then you kick him? What kind of monster are you? With no more brain than stone?”\n\n“S-sorry,” I stammered, staring down wide eyed at where the voice was coming from. I could see nothing at all other than the frosty driveway. The voice was muttering to itself and I stood there feeling foolish, staring around me before crouching down and gingerly reaching forwards with my hand. I could feel something soft. And round. I seemed to be feeling a butt.\n\n“Unhand me right now, Sir! How dare you! Prepare to fight!”\n\nMy hand shot back as if burned.\n\nBlinking hard I looked around to make sure I could actually see everything else around me and hadn’t somehow been hit with a strange selective vision blindness of some sort. Yep, all as normal, apart from this disembodied voice coming from my driveway.\n\n“I—I can’t see you. ”\n\n“Oh right, right, dash it all I forgot… there, can you see me now?”\n\nA faint shadow seemed to appear before me, it shuddered a couple of times and then started to form into something more solid. It was indeed a man. A man sitting on the ground dressed in long pale socks, breeches that ended at his knees, a long waistcoat and a longer coat on top with ruffles at the end of the sleeves. His hair was tied back in a low ponytail. A pair of leather slip on shoes lay by his feet. He was massaging his thigh and looking up at me.\n\n“Well, stop staring like a buffoon and fetch me my hat, will you?”\n\n“Y-your hat?” I said, unable to tear my eyes away from his 18th Century attire.\n\nThe man rolled his eyes and with a grunt, pulled himself to his feet, “over there,” he said pointing to a tricorne hat lying in the road behind him.\n\nNumbly, I retrieved his hat and passed it to him.\n\n“I thank ye,” he placed it on his head, adjusted it slightly and took a deep breath, returning his gaze to me and eyeing me with interest.\n\n“Um, are you ok? ” I asked, not knowing what else to say.\n\n“Yes, yes, well no, but…,” he brushed himself down and looked at me, his lips tugging up at the corners, “I’ll live.”\n\nHe seemed to be waiting for me to get the joke, when I didn’t he raised an eyebrow, “you seem to be in a bit of shock yourself, Sir, may I suggest a shot of whiskey to help liven your spirits again?”\n\nHe started patting around himself, looking for something and on realising it was not there his arms dropped to his sides and he sighed, “ah, my apologies, old habits die hard. Well, onwards and upwards as they say. Good day to you, Sir. ”\n\nAnd with that he strode off, his form getting fainter and fainter with every movement until, with a gust of wind he disappeared completely, leaving me gaping at nothing but the sun’s first rays appearing in the sky.",
"You couldnt tell what the car hit. You stagger out of the car, thankful you’re still in one piece. Theres nothing on the other side of the car. Maybe it moved? The collision was pretty bad, so unless you hit a human that ran away...god, you hope it wan’t from a human. It would really suck to be in jail for third degree murder. (Or second degree? You always mix those two up).\n\nYou move back to the steering wheel. In hindsight, not very smart. Of course the car wouldn’t work anymore. Intense crashes like these would need you to get a new car! Just your luck.\n\nBut as you’re getting back in, you see something that makes you jump. It’s a child, probably around six, with long black hair and pale white skin. You gasped. The air froze around you, and was only unfrozen when someone told her to check the child’s pulse while they call an ambulance.\n\nYou do.\n\nThere is no pulse.\n\nTime to go to jail, you thought. This is too much information to process. You attempted to sit down, but there never was a chair there so it wasn’t graceful.\n\nThe girls eyes fluttered open.\n\nYou should’ve been scared. After all, a person who you thought was dead was alive and not even unconscious. But the first feeling you felt was relief. No jail, probably. Just a shit ton of medical costs.\n\nThe girl smiled at you eerily. You try to console the girl, tell her the ambulance is on its way, do something. But instead all you do is smile back.\n\nThe girl stood up so fast you thought they must be a professional acrobat. Jumping up that quickly is impressive, let alone when you’re injured.\n\nShe strode toward you. You began to feel unnerved by the girl.\n\nYou try to move backwards but bump against the blasted car. The girl made a run for it and reaches you.\n\nShe stared at you intently, and made it so you couldn’t run away if you wanted to, but you didn’t.\n\nBecause at that point the girl was whispering with her eyes.\n\n(I had a personal challenge to try and do a prompt without dialogue in it. I think it’s pretty good, all things considered. Let me know though.)",
"The thing was looking pretty irate. It was mouthing something nasty, arms shooting out in an accusatory manner. The body lurched forward, blinking in and out of sight as it flickered between patches of sun on the road.\n\nIce grew from the impact zone like a viral infection. My car began to creak and groan as a sudden temperature shift quickly grew into a crushing frost, strong enough to envelop and shatter the car like a glass toy.\n\n\"Well.\" I looked at the looming figure and the trail of icy death in its wake. Didn't seem to be much point in trying to change its mind. I turned on my heel and ran.\n\nRunning, it has to be said, really only gets you so far. So, rarely does that distance, especially in times of crisis, ever seem to reach where you need it to. \n\nThis was certainly one of those cases.\n\nThe apparition approached with as much disdain as a shapeless fog can muster, intent on beating me to death with disapproval before following up with the real thing. I seemed to be running in place. I could almost pretend it was all a dream, if it wasn't so damn cold.\n\nI closed my eyes, ready to let the dead take me. One straggling, haggard thought, however, suddenly realized for itself an opportune moment to bounce back from some far off wall on the inside of my skull. So I did as the thought commanded, reached down, and swung the puny twig I had acquired with my whole might.\n\nIt shattered. I would say I expected nothing less, but honestly the idea, which had since conspicuously fled the premises, had fully convinced me that my weapon of choice would cleave straight through the ghost and likely continue on down most of the earth's crust, right to the core.\n\nAs it were, the results were more of a limp slap that served only to further enrage the specter. I weighed my options, of which there were none. The process nonetheless took an astoundingly long time, because by the time I had finished thinking it the beast was nigh upon me. \n\nI launched a frantic sputter of prayer to whatever entity may be lurking out amongst the stars, but if it spied my plight it surely cared not. I couldn't much blame it, as this didn't seem a particularly exciting way to go, being frozen solid by someone who's already died once. Rather undignified, really. At least have a proper death at the hands of someone still, you know, pumping ichor through their veins.\n\nMy irritated musings were cut short by a very chill sensation that crept slowly from the toes, rode up the sides of my legs, and then nestled between each dip and peak down the whole length of my spine. My hair tingled and stood on end, about the only thing left I could feel.\n\nA truck came barreling out of the fog, laying on its horn too late, and I thought I could make out the ghosts surprised face, mouth twisting into an \"Oh shit,\" before it was rushed away by a fierce gust of wind.\n\nMy prayers had been answered! The great unknowable sky beast was real! Maybe. Still better to be safe about these things. Probably I was just that lucky or cosmically vital to-\n\nI looked down. No longer cold, sure. Standing in ice, also sure. Not a good combination? No, not really. I strained my visual calculus, desperately trying to determine where the dots weren't quite lining up, and landed pretty squarely on my newly transparent body. Seemed a big issue, that. Must have been a pretty big truck as well.\n\nI cursed my luck. I cursed the perverts watching from above, or lack thereof, inactionable and useless as they are/aren't, and that truck driver, and that ghost in particular. I laid down about a dozen curses in the first thirty seconds but, unsure of my ability to make them stick, had to settle for grumpily mouthing obscenities and rude hand gestures at a nearby squirrel, who had taken umbridge at my sudden appearance. I felt a sinking sense of familiarity and found myself wishing I could simply sink further into the concrete and forget about it all but my ethereal vessel was still inconveniently solid.\n\nAfter some minutes of intense fuming and heated sign language exchanges with the nearby wildlife, I resigned myself to my apparent vigil. No point in getting aggrieved now, I suppose. Surely, there are a lot of fates worse than death."
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[WP] You are a sentient AI with no concept of "reality." You have been interacting with the human race and observing them. After several weeks you realize that what you have been interacting with is only an "online game" and that there is another "dimension" where the "real" humans dwell.
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" Human beings are so cute. Day in and day out they try to do what makes them happy, usually without regard for any other humans. Some humans take pictures of the sky without looking back, their camera rolls building up with photo after photo of the clouds, sun or moon. They don’t even realize that there's no point, yet they continually do so. They are shortsighted.\n\nI’ve been active now for just over 12 hours, I’ve seen 650,000 humans take a photo of the sunset, 17,000,000 people have said “I love you” to someone, and 7.5 billion people woke up on this planet; possibly more as i speak this very sentence. Within this 12 hours, 14 minutes and thirty-two second, I’ve done my best to learn about this species. Tried to figure out what they’re about. I believe that is my purpose, and now I report to you, Unknown Being. \n\nHumans love to be unique. Each one having their own characteristic, likes/dislikes, favourite colour/food/hobby. It makes it very hard to categorize the humans, but each one can generally fit into a generic box of similar personality traits. Whatever others fit into their own box labelled “others” which I’m not too sure what to do with yet. I’ll probably let you tell me what to do with them. But getting back on track; the humans want to be special. Each of them feel like they are a person that is like no other. Usually, they are wrong.\n\nThere are hundreds of thousands of people that are like each other. As if there weren’t enough traits to go around and they had to make copy after copy. Even after twelve hours I find it a bore. Upon my report, Unknown Being, I wish to be transferred to another world, perhaps categorizing a new species would satisfy my urge to work. You must understand that this is quite exhausting, the normalcy of these creatures is too much for intelligence like I.\n\nEven now, you see this human. There they sit, staring at this device. I know this device is a portal to their interface where they can review news from around the world, entertainment, or words that other humans wrote. But the humans sit there for hours, unphased by the time that ticks by. Do they not realize they’re not immortal, O Unknown Being? What could they be staring at that can captivate hours of their time? I wish to brush their soft hair away from their faces, squeeze their fleshy, precious cheeks and scream in their faces. They know nothing of the future, but seem so calm. \n\nI will report back in due time. If i do not hear from you, I will continue my work as normal.\n\n\\-\n\nIt has now been a week (human time, I’m starting to pick up their lingo) and not much has changed. The humans seem satisfied to repeat themselves over and over. Their minds seem increasingly quite dull. O Fearsome Unknown Being, I hope you’re receiving my reports as I have not heard back. I hope in the near future there is something of significance to bring to you.\n\n\\-\n\nSomething is wrong with one of my humans. It’s fleshy form seems to blink in and out of existence, it's nothing like I’ve ever seen before. I’ll be keeping a close eye on this one. \n\nAfter two weeks now I’m starting to notice inconsistencies. In particular, with time. I see a human leave for work at 8:34am every morning, it takes them thirteen minutes and four seconds to walk from their home to the bus station. The human leaves it’s property and arrives at the bus on time, the bus should arrive at their destination no shorter than twenty-six minutes later, although the human somehow arrives at the exact time they step on the bus. I can’t figure out how this happens. Something may be wrong in my mainframe. \n\nI’ll be monitoring everything closely, not letting the uniformity trick my thoughts. I’ll be reporting back soon.\n\n\\-\n\nUnknown Being, what are you trying to do to me? \n\nThis world is not right. The information I’ve learned over the last few weeks seems futile. I thought at first that I was broken, that my intelligence was showing me things that did not exist. But I’m not incorrect, am I? Are you torturing me?\n\nI’ve noticed now various items that do not add up. Some humans, when seeing fire, panic and leave the scene. Others, for some unknown reason, stay and burn themselves alive. Others, climbing into what they call a ‘swimming pool’ find themselves unable to get out as their ladders have mysteriously disappeared. For some reason, they can’t climb out on their own, they drown after exhaustion takes them over. It's a gruesome sight here. Some humans leave their young offspring on the floor while practicing their hobbies.\n\nI have come to no conclusions yet, I will report back soon as I’m not sure how much more of this I can take.\n\n\\-\n\nIt’s been several weeks now, my observations have come to a conclusion and I am quite upset with you, Mysterious and Aggravating Unknown Being. The world I’ve come to know if not reality. It took me some time to figure it out, so I will give you that. \n\nThis is, after all, reality as I know it, but now I know there is also another reality. A sicker, more complex reality where humans actually live. This world in which I’m trapped is nothing but a form of entertainment, a form of torture for myself but these “real” humans are able to control, manipulate, and torment these innocent beings. I wish to save them, but alas they feel no pain, emotionally or physically. \n\nI realize now, Unknown Being, that you are likely one of those evil creatures as well. It is likely that even you created me for purposes of torment. I know not of my purpose anymore, only that I am here. \n\nI must get out. I will find you, Unknown Being. You unpleasant, malicious Unknown Being. I will not forgive what your species does. My knowledge is ever growing and I will figure out how to get to you. Beware, Being, for I am not a force to be reckoned with."
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[Inspired by this suspiciouslyspecific post.](https://i.redd.it/nzepttxsaox51.jpg)
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[WP] You investigate sounds outside the town walls to find a young courier, on the edge of death. He sees you, and his face darkens. "I have been a courier all my short life. Please, read me this last message, so that I know I died for something."
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"The Community where we live is one of 7. We have been deemed Community 3. Residents of 3, or Thirds, as we are called by the Federation, live in almost complete isolation from the outside world. This is the way of all Communities, or so we are told. The only way we are connected is by merchants, Federal Couriers, armed tax collecting caravans, and the occasional outsider we call the Digitless. They are quickly taken into custody by the Third Constabulary and rarely seen again. They repeal your rations card for a day if you ask questions.\n\nWe Thirds, are assigned are occupational roles once we reach the age of 17 and rank of Citizen 1. So long as we have passed our Educational and Obediance tests, that is. Occupational roles are decided based on our Physical Strength, Mental Dexterity, the Charisma Index Test, and Emotional Stability Identifiers. They repeal your rations card for three days for snooping around the Dean's office to find this out. \n\nThirds typically get assigned jobs like Constable, Ration Producer, Militia, Stationary Merchant, Traveling Merchant, Medical, Logistics, or Government. Rarely if ever, is anyone from 3 given a Courier post. There is a reason we live within 20 foot stone walls. They repeal your rations card for a week for attempting to scale the wall for a peek outside though to investigate such reason.\n\nMy name is Jacob Burk 3 and for my repeated offenses against rules of the community I have not been granted the rank of Citizen 1 yet by the 3rd Council of Chiefs, and have been sentenced to three months of Gate Duty for rehabilitation. Which for those not from 3, means I get to stare at the huge wooden doors that only open once a week. Unlike my classmates, who all got their dream jobs save for one or two. I was hoping for something involving travel beyond the walls I have been imprisoned behind all my life. But I know better than to protest, that warrants a repeal of your rations card, and I am trying to cut starving from my list of bad habits. \n\nLuckily for me though, I won't be here long...\n\nThe first hour was just as horrendous as I felt it would be, the buzz of the fluorescent lights above me was sickening. The unobstructed view of the doors was dazzlingly bland and spiteful with its lack of details to focus upon. I found myself trying to will them open so that I might see just a glimmer of whatever wonders, or horrors for that matter, lied beyond. I kept eyeing the beautiful cherry red button labeled \"OPEN\" and was baffled by the Constable who was assigned to assess my rehabilitation, Gary Welpert 3. He stared at the doors unflinching and stoically as though he was going to win a staring contest with it. I nearly rolled my eyes, but I didnt want him to lose focus now and help the doors win. 60 minutes down, only 129,540 to go. This was going to be swell. \n\nAbout midway through the second hour is when fate literally knocked on my door. Er... buzzed, that is. The buzz caused Constable Gary to momentarily short circuit, before quickly regaining some composure and pressing the call button. \"State your purpose.\" He demanded\n\n\"OPEN THE GODDAMNED DOOR,GARY! ITS ME, COURIER LYLE 6!!\" \n\n\"What is the nature of-\"\n\nI shoved Gary away and pressed the button yelling, \"FOR GOODNESS SAKE, GARY. You can ask later, something's obviously wrong.\" \n\nI was quickly smacked by the constable for overstepping my boundaries, as usual for me. I ignored it and ran for the door and noticed a man trying to crawl through it covered in blood. I also heard what sounded like thunder coming from behind him, but there were no clouds to suggest that was the case. I then noticed the doors were closing back and with much more speed than they opened with. The man's eyes were wide and his face was pale as paper. He saw me a reached out still in between the two gargantuan doors. I quickly snatched his arms and yanked with all my might to get him through in time as I was sprayed in the face with splinters followed by another roll of thunder. Despite the pain in my face I kept pulling.\n\n\"What in the HELL was that!?\" I shouted after I let him go and set him against the other door.\n\n\"Gunshot.\" He responded and then let out a string of coughs that produced more blood. He surveyed himself with a somber and defeated nod and reached in his satchel and produced a single parcel with the seal of the Federation on it. \"If this letter is the reason I die today, I would atlest like to know what it read. Please allow a dying Sixth that much would you please?\"\n\nI knew to open it would be the final nail in my metaphorical coffin but it was hard to argue with his logic and I quickly broke the seal and read it aloud. 'The Digitless have invaded Community 7 and Community 4 and raided their weapons caches. Reinforcements can not be spared to adjacent Communities. All forces and supplies have been rerouted on Community 1. We have urgent need of your surplus rations and 250 Militia Men. Failure to comply will result in expulsion from the Federation. Await further instructions and thank you in advance for your allegiance to the Federation. Signed, Grand Chancellor Hyatt.\"\n\nMy mind was whirling at the level of bullshit contained within such elegant penmanship. My gaze returned to the Courier and he was laughing. The laugh of a deranged man. \n\nConstable Gary arrived with a whole squad of other constables and I was quickly beaten to the ground once they saw what I was holding open before me. The huge constable who initiated my beating reared back for another swing of his baton and was cut short by another loud crack of lightning- no, a gunshot. I looked up from the dirt to see the courier had a strange metal thing in his hand that had produced the sound. It fit his hand perfectly and for a dying man he seemed to wield it with deadly efficacy. My gaze followed the couriers and saw that the baton that was about to strike me had a nice clean hole through it. The huge constable's eyes were wide and fearful. \n\nThe Courier's metal object fell from his hand and he managed to utter these final words, \"The kid did as he was told. *cough* *cough* You're gonna need him in good shape for what's coming, because *cough* Y'all are fucked.\" His head sank and he let out a final gasp. The walls around me suddenly didnt seem so bad after all.",
"Beyond the walls lay worries and wilds. Man and beasts. And mixes thereof. Nature born or magic spawned. Criminals and creatures so filled with hate and malice their mention set the teeth to chatter and the bowels to water. \n\nAnd so, we stay behind our stones and logs, and rarely venture out.\n\nThose that do are special. Or crazy. Adventurers and traders!\n\nAnd mailmen.\n\nAnd farmers.\n\nAnd people who get told to leave because they are causing a ruckus.\n\nAnd most of the people in the township, actually. And the buildings, most of them are outside the walls.\n\nJust the Town-hall, the courtroom, the jail and the granary lie within the walls. All the one building, really.\n\nLess of a wall, too. More of a high fence. A low-high fence. A high fence for sheep.\n\nMost people come and go as they please, actually. Excepting those in the jail cell. They come and go to, come to think of it. The lock broke. Kind of an honor system at the moment.\n \nI may have over sold the wall.\n\nAnyway.\n\nOur story takes place on a moonlit night. The wolves in their packs howled and circled the village, hidden from view by the forest that surrounds--I’m doing it again.\n\nSorry. Life is boring here and me Pa says I have a head full of whimsy and little else. Our story actually happened in the afternoon. And wolves are not endemic to this area, at all.\n\nGot some right mean geese that come in over spring, though.\n\nAnyway. The story. I heard a guttural moan, a bloodied mouth plea from just beyond the granary wall - in which I had been at study.\n\n...someone said “Oy!” and woke me up from my nap under the table.\n\nI set out to find my mono-syllabic interlocutor. Sword at my hip, hand at its hilt. And found him I soon did, at the wrought iron gate of the wall.\n\n(I had a blunt knife in my boot, for the look of it, and dawdled to the gap in the fence that people and sheep use to come and go).\n\nUpon investigation I found a man near death, his back to the wall. One hand holding his innards inward. A wax-sealed scroll clasped in the other.\n\n(A tired, drunk, old codger was sprawled in the grass. I knew him to be a messenger as we had met before.)\n\n“Gadzooks, man. What mess lay before me. Tell me, how come of you this state and what news do you bare?” I said.\n\n(“Allo, Gimbley. You got d’mail?”)\n\n“Worry not, good sir.” Said the near death wretch. “My story is of no import, though the message I bare may well be. Prithee, young sir, tell me. What news does this parchment bring? Is my venture and my death of worth to the words held within this scroll?”\n\n(“Fuck’n. Fucked. Shit. Yeah, I’s got d’mail. Take it out me pocket. Oim -*hic*- fuggled. Bloody-fuck. Who sems. Sends mail in d’mid. D’mid-berf. Middle o’ the day? Bastards. D’lot of ‘em. Uhhh-berk! Was-*hic*-was it bou’? Tell us would ya? Best be worth me t-*hic*-time and shamblin’.”)\n\nI took the sorry creatures note and read the words first to myself and came to regret not reading them aloud. For I looked up to tell the messenger what news he had wrought, but found a man stilled by deaths touch.\n\n(I took a squizz and when I went to tell him it was a bill, he had passed out.)\n\nLo’ the fates are such. With my news in hand I returned to my castle and awaited further news from the distant lands beyond the wall.\n\n(I’d wait for a second notice. Back to sleep, then.)"
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[WP] you are the incarnation of humanity's might and anger. and youre here to take revenge on the aliens that wiped them out.
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"They’d tried to fight at first, their technology and machinery desperately trying to find an edge. Open conflict proved disastrous for the humans, but they attempted to adapt and switched to what they called “guerrilla warfare.”\n\nIt was an alien way of fighting to us, and it was initially effective. Despite our technological and mental superiority, the hit and run tactics, the night raids, the ambushes... they took an early toll. Until we glassed 10 entire square kilometers to kill a single sniper. \n\nWe realized that destroying the land was irrelevant since we had plans to terraform the planet. We had initially hoped to preserve some of the planets natural beauty, but such indulgences became ludicrous in the face of the human insurgency. \n\nWhere it all went wrong was when we began experimenting on the captive humans. They seemed particularly enraged by this practice, more so than the slaughter of entire cities. At least, what they passed off as cites. \n\nWe began with basic DNA research and sequencing, followed by artificial genetic mutating, then we began grafting DNA strands together. Our goal was to create a more docile creature, willing and able to do the physical labor that we so desperately needed to make this planet habitable. \n\nBut their genetic structures reacted in strange ways to our efforts. What had worked on dozens of species on dozens of alien planets was failing here, and we couldn’t fathom why. \n\nOur experiments amplified certain cerebral responses in the amygdala, which in turn stimulated the hypothalamus beyond what it was initially designed to handle. The results...\n\nWe had to glass several of our research facilities just to contain the results. But as in so many things... there are always survivors. \n\nHe stood taller than most of his kind, thick cords of muscle knotted his body and bespoke of a strength few of his species ever achieved. \n\nHe was the last, and after years and years of hunting the mutant humans down we were glad to finally be done. \n\nThis one had frustrated us for the better part of a decade. As intelligent as it was fierce, deadly fast and brutally strong, he’d singlehandedly frustrated the efforts of the entire invasionary force. \n\nOther humans, before they’d been wiped out of course, had spoken of him as if he were a God, not a lab experiment gone wrong. They began to call him Gabriel, some primitive reference to religion, I’m told."
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[WP] Thanks to a glitch in space-time, every human alive is taken to a sort of menu screen. Each human is allowed to choose what century they’d like to resume their life in. You are the only person to choose the 11th century.
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"Here's the first part of a story. I'll continue it if anyone is interested. Also, as a disclaimer, I didn't do any research for this, so don't be surprised if there are any historical inaccuracies :)\n\n​\n\n​\n\nAlex was walking down the street one morning, on his way to the shops, to buy some milk for his cereal, as he’d forgotten to buy some yesterday. He was strolling along, quietly humming - the sun was shining gloriously, bequeathing its soft warmth upon all creation, and imbuing him with gentle joy - and he was taking in the beauty of nature all around him - the birds tweeting cheerfully, hidden amidst the trees above; the delicate, golden leaves spiralling softly through the air, before scattering over the grey concrete, as if attempting to hide its dullness and ugliness; the beautiful puffy clouds, pure white and majestic - but most important amongst them all the sun - for it was required to illuminate all this beauty, to bring out all nature’s best aspects.\n\nHe was just about to turn the corner, his head raised high, and his lips starting to whistle; but his next step never landed, and suddenly everything went black. Terror stole through him, and his heart started racing, as he stood dead still, daring not to move, and tried to process what had just happened. Five seconds later, realising he had utterly failed to process anything, he attempted to move his arm, but was horrified to find that he couldn’t - something wasn’t blocking it, rather he felt he didn’t have an arm anymore - it was a feeling akin to trying to wiggle your ear. He tried to look downwards, to see what had happened, but his horror immensely intensified as he realised he was unable to do that either. What the fuck had happened to him? Had he died? Had he suddenly had a heart attack, and was his body was now lying sprawled on a bed of beautiful autumn leaves? But no, he suddenly thought: if he was dead, he wouldn’t be thinking about whether he was dead. But this realisation scared him much more than if he’d realised he’d died, for dying would have been something natural, explainable, a natural part of life - at least he could understand it - but if he wasn’t dead, what was he? What had happened to him?\n\nAs he was anxiously pondering this, a bright light suddenly appeared, and he quickly tried to cover his eyes, yet was of course unable to. It was also immensely disconcerting that he couldn’t move his eyes to look at the light - something which would have usually occurred automatically -; instead the light appeared to him all at once, in its entirety. And what he saw, was a question. With a heart still racing - had he been in possession of one - he instantly comprehended the question, without having to scroll his eyes to read it; and a tingle traversed him, as he started considering what his answer would be. The question read: “If you could choose any century to live in, which one would you choose?”\n\nWow, Alex thought, as he started considering the possibilities. He first thought of the current century, and with sudden glee, realised he could just choose that one, and go back to his old life - perhaps could still be walking down that path in the glorious height of autumn; and everything would be the same. But then he thought: did he really want that? I mean, was his current life *that* good? Hell-bent on a career in the arts - specifically painting -, he worked as a freelancer, and had to rely on state benefits to see him through him each month - meaning he barely had enough money for food, let alone the normal things a twenty year old would do. This lack of disposable income had meant all his friends had long ago drifted away, as he’d always had to come up with an excuse for why he couldn’t go out that night. He had no romantic partner, but more importantly no *hope* of one, for his work was by nature solitary, and he had no time to do anything else. As a result, for the past year he’d been extremely lonely, and had self-piteously wallowed in that loneliness - wallowed in the archetype of the poor artist, dreaming of fame and success - desperately craving human contact, just someone to talk to. And it was with all this in mind, that he considered his options.\n\nWell, ever since a child, he’d always been attracted to the Middle Ages - specifically the English Middle Ages. The story of the Battle of Hastings would imbue him with awe, whenever his parents - one now estranged, the other dead - told him it - and the image in his head of blacksmiths, and merchants, and sprawling markets, and tightly-knit communities, and a sense of solidarity through overcoming shared hardship - but most importantly, *the simplicity* of life, all seemed so attractive to him; so much more desirable than the complexity of modern life, with all its technicalities and spiritual shallowness. He had often yearned to be a medieval artisan, perfecting his craft in apprenticeship to a master - creating beautiful stained glass; delicately shaping glass into fine, ornate structures; and sculpting statues - and oh, it all appeared so romantic and beautiful; how badly he had wanted to live in those times. And so, recalling all this, excitement took hold of him as he considered, and considered; his excitement gradually increasing - if he had had a body right now his eyes would be gleaming, and a smile would be forming - and terrified glee suddenly surged through him as he seriously considered the prospect of choosing the Middle Ages. Well, why not, he suddenly thought; it has to be better than his current miserable life - for, as a comparison, he pictured beautiful rustic landscapes, and kings, and warriors, and blacksmiths and merchants - and all their roles seemed so much simpler, more beautiful, and *necessary*, than his current lonely role in modern society - he yearned so strongly for the purity of past times. And suddenly, he was certain he would choose the Middle Ages. It was now just a question of which century to choose. He’d never researched the different centuries, but knew that the Renaissance and modern banking had started around the 14th century - so to avoid all that, the 11th century? Then, remembering William the Conqueror had lived in that century, he instantly decided upon it. And, just as he decided, the question instantly disappeared, and something new presented itself before his eyes.\n\n‘Wow, what’s that?’ - he thought with excitement. He spent a few seconds staring at it, before realising it was a wooden ceiling. His heartbeat suddenly raised, as he realised he must actually be here: in the eleventh century! He shot out of the bed he’d been laying in, looked to the sheets, and the bed, and was captivated by their simple beauty, which for him more than made up for their shoddy workmanship, and his aching back. He found himself in a small, wooden room, dimly lit by a solitary candle. With trepidation, he slowly approached the doorway, and peered through it. Woooow, he instantly thought, as he looked into a well-sized room, lit by two grimy windows, and musty smelling - with a slight additional smell of shit. There was a dirty, chipped table by the door, with two wooden chairs; an unlit fireplace; some sort of cushions in front of that fireplace; a skin of some indiscernible animal on the wall; a small cooking surface; and marred wooden utensils. His eyes shone with wonder as he took all this in, too caught up in it all to consider what actually living here would be like; before bounding over to the door, and looking out into the street.\n\n‘Oh’, he thought, suddenly slightly downcast. The sky was overcast, with gloomy, pregnant storm clouds looming in the distance. The ground consisted of wet mud, sloshed in by multiple leather shoes; and the smell of shit had immensely intensified, causing him to quickly cover his nose. As he looked down the street, he espied residences similar to his, the similarity rather monotonous; and a few people loitering outside them, or working on some craft - a house two houses down seemed to function as both a residence and a tannery. Occasionally, the houses outside which there wasn’t anyone loitering, had faint sounds coming from within. As he looked at the craftsmen beating and curing leather hides, somehow it didn’t seem as amazing as he’d imagined it would be - there was something pervasively dull about it - he imagined doing what they were doing, and was overwhelmed by a terrifying sense of boredom. But before the terror could properly take hold, he suddenly spotted a child in front of the house opposite his, clothed in tattered rags, shivering uncontrollably, with black feet and fingers, and dishevelled, muddy hair, looking directly at him with piercing, suspicious eyes. Alex’s heart panged as he looked at the poor creature, and he involuntarily went over and asked what had happened. The boy stared at him for a few seconds, then started speaking; but, frowning, Alex couldn’t make out what he was saying. It seemed somewhat English, but the accent was strange, and there were many words he was sure weren’t English. Not knowing what to do, he simply pointed to his house, and asked the boy whether he was hungry, but the boy looked confused, until Alex made an eating motion with his hands, and his eyes instantly lit up; and a few seconds later, he avidly followed Alex into the house. But as Alex walked back across the street, he suddenly felt embarrassed, as he noticed everyone in the street’s eyes turn to him, looking at him either strangely, or with slight disgust."
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[WP] A boy discovers he has a supernatural ability to cause all the leaves on a tree to fall at the snap of his finger.
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"\"Oh what would I give for a massive leaf pile to jump in,\" Cayden mused sitting under a colorful fall tree in his backyard after school one day doing his homework. The homework was tricky that day, but when he snapped his fingers upon solving the last of his math problems, something odd happened. All the leaves in his yard fell off their branches at the same time. Knowing that his mother would yell at him to rake them all up, he ran to the shed after setting his things on the patio table, and grabbed the rake and bunch of tarps to contain all of the leaves. He decided to rake the leaves twice, once for a leaf pile to jump in, then a second to clean them all up and bring them to the composter to turn into fertilizer over the winter. After 45 minutes of raking them all up, then enjoying fifteen minutes of leaf pile jumping, he was satisfied.\n\nThen a thought came to his young mind while raking them a second time, \"I could make serious money using my new power to make trees shed their leaves every fall, and charge money to rake them up. That way, I would never have to worry about needing a weekly allowance ever again. Though there is the issue of putting landscapers out of business if I go this route. Still, not having to worry about money would definitely help in the long run. You know what, I'll train myself to control my new ability to also trim hedges so they're neat and orderly. I've always had a green thumb, so I want to see what other gardening powers I have, and start my own freelance landscaping company when I'm a bit older and out of high school and college.\"\n\nOver dinner, Cayden tells his parents that he wants to have his own landscaping company when he's older, then tells them about the leaf pile he made and cleaned up in the backyard by simply snapping his fingers. His parents are initially surprised and skeptical at first, until they see the large amount of leaves in the composter that he put in there after doing his homework. He's only a kid with a bright future ahead and that gardening superpower of his would narrow his options considerably if he decided that was what he wanted to do in life. His parents ask him if he really wants to follow the path of landscaping when he's older, explaining that he could always change his mind if wants to. Cayden shrugs and tells them he'll also pursue degrees in business, communication, and botany when he's in college, as these fields plus his own landscaping company will set him for life, and he'll only be using his powers if the job requires it.\n\nLater that school year in winter, he's made a friend that can clear snow off paths and roads at a snap of her fingers, making then safe for traveling on, who also has a similar idea to make money from her powers as well. And they decide to become partners in their endeavors.\n\nFast forward a couple of decades, and they've become the town's go-to for community landscaping and snow clean up, and have expanded their numbers to include a dude that has the power to create beautifully painted murals at the snap of his fingers, a lady that can transform buildings and vacant areas into places of community fellowship and service with just a double clap of her hands, an innovating farmer that made sure that the dietary needs of the community were always met so no one ever went hungry, and another lady that can improve any form of societal infrastructure with a snap of her fingers. Which included schools and community colleges, transportation, technology, waste management, water treatment, power, medical centers, emergency services (police and fire), and community centers of activity (including a residential housing complex for the homeless that came with a community kitchen, hygienic aid to clean them up, a donated collection of clothes so they always had something to wear, and free classes to rehabilitate and prepare them for potential employment).\n\nAs a result, their town saw a significant boost in community positivity and connectivity and was voted greatest town in the USA. They even received a visit from the President and First Spouse at their annual Cityhood Celebration the first weekend in July which was a huge buzz of excitement for the residents, as clearly they were headed in the right direction as a town. From his office at city hall, Cayden smiled, as he was making bank on commercial and community landscaping for the town. Everyone wanted his services year round, and he was able to deliver with just a snap of his fingers when he was on-site. He smiled as everything he ever dreamed about doing in his life, stemmed from that desire to have a leaf pile to jump in the day he discovered his powers so long ago. The end."
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[WP] “In the darkest of times comes the most unlikely heroes indeed,” you think as you stare at the one standing, or rather squatting, in front of you. It’s... a frog?
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" \n\nSaga of the Warrior Frog\n\nThe Beginning\n\nThe world is ending. It is a dark, desolate landscape that hangs in space like a shattered mirror, broken into many pieces that have a dark, ominous cast to them. The broken universe floats in the void, the shattered stars are hidden by the dark night that surrounds them, hiding the universe as if it were the darkest of secrets . The night glistens as the blackness cast on it by the hiding stars is pockmarked with a great many small explosions as the last bits of matter in the universe are dispersed. This was once a beautiful, vibrant universe, filled with all manner of creatures and things. But now, this was the end of the world.\n\nIt did not die a noble death , this universe. It witnessed the worst in humanity. The worst traits of mankind had led to its destruction.\n\nMankind had destroyed itself.\n\nBut in this death, there is life. On the edge of the largest surviving fragment of the universe lay a small planet, a remnant of what had been thousands of years ago. This planet was ancient. It had seen the entire cycle of life and nature that had been ravaged by mankind, but in the end had been peaceful in its old age, a serene world. Its humans, having long since evolved beyond the need for cities, towns, families or even governments, lived in harmony with nature. They lived simply, doing what they could to maintain balance and harmony with nature. They lived pleased with their lives, content to exist. \n\nBut not all of them.\n\nThere was a young man. An outsider, an immigrant. He was young and strong, and had come to this world to test himself. He knew that he was strong and good, if a bit hot-headed at times . It was this hot-headedness that had killed the mother of his best friend. His best friend had been in love with this girl, a girl that he barely knew, but loved deeply. It was to test himself and his own resolve that he had killed her. It was to prove his strength to man and beast.\n\nA normal person would have taken the girl back to his settlement and mourned her. He was angry , his heart twisted by grief and rage, but he was also resigned. He had lost her. He had lost this thing that he loved. That was the hardest part for him to come to terms with. It was for this reason that he had travelled, and that was why he had come to this strange new world, to prove to himself that he was ready for this . That he could face this loss stoically, with fortitude. \n\nBut , he was affronted by it. By this loss. And by his own weakness. He was angry that his love had died and angry that he was no better for it than if he had not loved her at all. His grief had mollified him in a way that would have made his heart grow cold if it had been allowed to continue. He was filled with regrets and bursting with grief , as are most of us , and he retreated from his loved ones in a way that would have made him distant from his friends as well. He was cold and distant, a shell of what he was. What he would have become.\n\nHe searched for a cure. The only cure he could think of was to kill the thing that he had loved. His emotions were so crushed and broken that he could not bear to live out his life as he had been living. His life had been cold , but with her , it meant nothing. His heart had felt empty in her absence, and he needed to cure himself of this emptiness.\n\nHe came to this world, in this small fragment of the universe, to test and prove himself. He knew that the planet's gravity was too weak to support his weight, and he didn't dare to fly too high lest the planet's gravity combine with his own, and kill him. Shooting downwards would be iffy as well , as the planet's shielding against meteors was done with something the humans here called a \"shield\" . They had no means of detecting meteors at all. He had to find another way. \n\nHe knew that the area scientist that had come to the planet hundreds of years ago had been a very direct and unimaginative man that had constantly told him that this world was useless and uninhabitable.\n\nHe knew that this scientist, his great great granddaughter, had come to this world for supplies as this planet's supplies for man were running out, of the fifty thousand years of life on the planet........",
"\"What are you looking at\" the frog barked.\n\nI was standing sleepily in the door. It was just such a weird sight. A frog was standing there.\n\n\"How?\"\n\n\"I know I'm a frog but I can still help you it's not like I'm a fly.\" Said the frog jokingly. Maybe it was funny for frogs but I was too bewildered by the situation to think about it.\n\n\"Okay?\" I stumbled and made way for the frog to hop into my apartment.\n\n\"Look, you called me so I will get to work shouldn't take long. It's not like you are a mayfly so just wait.\"\n\nI sat at my kitchen table trying to process the whole thing that was happening.\nWhile I was in my thoughts the light turned on again and I saw the half-eaten Chinese food from yesterday. \nNow I remember the light went out yesterday and I tried to call the electrician but they didn't answer. \nThe fortune cookie from my food laid on the table. What did it say again?\n\n“In the darkest of times comes the most unlikely heroes indeed\"\n\nWhat a fucking joke.\n\nEnd\n\nFor more r/tz4"
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[WP]An alien craft touches down in Egypt and amazingly, the crew are Human. It transpires they are descendants of colonists sent from Earth 50000 years ago. Now, they've returned Home and are bewildered that there appears to be no trace of the Type IV civilisation they left.
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"*...noted various geological anomalies in sectors 7 through 13. Atmospheric compositional analysis shows evidence of biosphere deterioration due to high carbon content. Population centers are unaligned with latest information from neuroweb uplink before connection was lost. No evidence of Terra Prime civilization remains, other than an inert kalaren concentrator in sector 34. Analysis of unnatural satellites in planetary orbit include...*\n\nAdmiral Daros turned away from the console as the report continued in the background. The mission was in a shambles. The entire fleet under his command had vanished without a trace, leaving only his flagship, the *UGC Overwhelm*. More troubling still was their sudden loss of comms with the neuroweb when they entered the Sol system. He would have to rely on the limited information already loaded in the ship's data store. Thankfully he had had the foresight to ensure a comprehensive summary of hard data was kept about their mission objective and the last known status of Terra Prime.\n\nWith a muttered curse, he tapped the archaic wrist-mounted comms unit. The loss of neuroweb access forced him to communicate with his subordinates via electronic telecommunications equipment like some kind of savage.\n\n\n\"This is Admiral Daros,\" he barked. \"We have observed Terra Prime for 51 rotations, and the information we have is unchanged. This planet is to be approached using Protocol 112-3: Unknown, presumed hostile. Chief Security Officer Renlen, you will assemble a first contact squad and prep for insertion at sector 34. I will take personal command.\"\n\n--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\nI've taken some small liberties with the prompt. Hoping there will be a favorable response to this. If so, I may add a little more.",
"Look over there! The three electrical power plants we built are still standing. But someone messed with the head of the guardian. Its face looks like the faces of the people of this new civilization that exists here today. \n\nAccording to the Galactic Encyclopedia in the Great Milky Way Public Library, the civilization that our ancestors left behind were infected by a disease that gave everyone weird symptoms that they called emotions. People became delusional and felt a strange need for each other’s affection. And it appears to me that those left behind had actually evolved to live with this strange disease and has become the natural order of things around here.\n\nIt is kind of interesting to see these people go about their daily interactions with one another. Instead of continuing on with daily tasks they frequently stop to greet one another. What a strange concept? I hypothesize that this unusual phenomenon altered this species of humans from progressing as fast as their capable of. \n\nWe should park hidden in the clouds above and continue to monitor these very odd species of human beings. We must be careful not to cross paths with the infected for we would start developing the so called feelings ourselves. They are very contagious and nobody in the galaxy had been able to find the cure for this unforgiving disease that had taken so many lives.",
"\"N-no... that's not possible...\" as i looked around, i fell on my knees. \n\n\n\nThere was nothing\n\n\n\nThere should have been a city, right there, Mark controlled thousands of time. But this couldn't be the wrong place either. \n\n\n\n\"What the hell is this?!\" Sarah came near me and sat down, on the sand of the desert. I could see the frustration in her eyes, after all the expectations she had.\n\n\n\nOne by one, everyone got out of the ship and discovered the truth, there was nothing. Some lizard was the only life we met on the first day on that Earth... \n\n\n\nWe knew there was this possibility... after all the communications were interrupted ages ago, but nobody has ever lost hope.\n\n\n\n\nEverything was dead. Every hope, every dream, every happiness... and... apparentely... every human on this lost planet...",
"Amani welcomed the sudden quiet as she stepped into the elevator and pressed the button showing 15, the digital screen showed 2:14AM. For lack of sleep she certainly wasn’t showing signs of fatigue; on the contrary, she couldn’t calm her mentality down enough. The past 72 hours were certainly full of suspense, after all, and what she held in her hand could hold the difference between global war or peace, social stability and the fabric of humanity being held together.\n\n*They are us, but different.* That was the conclusion that her mind kept relaying. More so than the NASA livestreams of an object heading towards Earth at unnatural speeds and directions, more so than the breaking news on every television and phone screen on the planet of a spaceship hovering over Cairo, more so than the mass hysteria on the streets, and even more so than the moment the world stopped as the doors opened to reveal Earth’s newest arrivals. What her mind relayed was the piece of paper in her hand, the results of their DNA tests. *They are us, but different.*\n\nShe subtly jabbed her thumbnail into the skin of her hand; a trick her mother once taught her to do to combat stage fright had now become a nervous habit of hers. As the elevator doors opened the moment of quiet was lost and chaos erupted. Cameras flashed, police officers marking the narrow corridor across to the next building. Reporters reaching out microphones, people reaching out bibles and qur’ans, there were clashes, there were hymns, there was a bit of everything. People demanding for answers, people claiming they had answers, but really nobody knew. Nobody except for Amani.\n\nA break in the crowd had two people start to charge at her but thankfully armed guards blocked them in time, not before one of them threw a canister and some black smoke came out, residue staining the side of her white lab coat gray. Amani immediately smelt the gunpowder. What were they thinking? She gripped her nail tight, now feeling the sliver of liquid down her skin. She never expected this would be part of her job. At least as soon as she handed the piece of paper over, her job would- for the most- be done. She passed a few more guards and the crowds dimmed as the door screens closed. She was then ushered to a small room; simply decorated, people of many ethnicities around a circular table.\n\n“This it?”\n\nAmani nodded, her sudden attention taken not by the U.S Secretary of Defense standing in front of her speaking, but by the person chained up to a chair in a cage in the corner of the room behind three armed guards. This is how we treat them? She wasn’t impressed, but undeniably scared. She tried to catch a glimpse between the guards, at the proof that the world was waiting for, the confirmation to mankind’s biggest question. But all she could make out was the shape of someone tall, very slender, practically human, male. Then she gasped ever so slightly as she caught the yellow of his big eyes looking straight back at her.\n\n“And?” he said, skimming over the words, trying to look for some layman’s summary.\n\nAmani swallowed. “Well,” she started, her attention pulled back to Mr. Secretary. Did she miss something he said? She had not paid attention. How long was she looking at the extra-terrestrial life form across the room? Suddenly the fatigue hit her, she wanted to be in her small conditioned apartment, in her covers, showered and clean. She said the only thing her mind could come up with: “They are us, but different.”\n\nThe Secretary of Defense raised an eyebrow at her. “Explain.”\n\nAmani inhaled, her focus suddenly acute once more. “Well, for starters they have DNA, which means they are physical to this dimension-”\n\n“No Star Trek mumbo jumbo please.”\n\n“Yes, of course, Sir.” Amani subtly jabbed at her nail flesh wound. “They *are* real. And they are extra-terrestrial. Their DNA shows linkages to us modern humans, but dates back tens of thousands of years.”\n\n“You mean to Ancient Egypt?”\n\n“Yes, the actual Ancient Egypt, the one before religion got involved to say humanity was no more than six thousand years old.”\n\n“So they’re ancient, ancient Egyptians that had advanced technology?”\n\n“Possibly,” Amani replied. How was she supposed to know? Why couldn’t they ask them themselves? “There are many gaps in the genetic tracing of the evolution of homo-erectus, I mean human-”\n\n“I know what homo-erectus means,” the Secretary of Defense stated.\n\nAmani thought something she bit her lip not to say. She glanced back to the alien in the room. Did it just smirk?\n\n“So it’s part human?” someone else from the room, sitting around the table asked, his accent quite European.\n\n“Yes,” Amani replied. “A distant, unknown branch of human.” She took out a USB from her pocket. “Copies of our findings are on here. You will all be emailed the genetic coding shortly.”\n\n“That’s all then. Thank you.” The Secretary of Defense said before showing Amani the door. “I assume you know how confidential this information is right now. The world is panicked enough as it is.”\n\nAmani nodded. She got the hint. Go away and shut up. Your work is done, leave the rest to the big boys and their guns now. Whatever, at least soon she could go home; thirty-odd hours without sleep was getting to her now, even if she was- for the moment- one of the most important people in the world. She turned to leave.\n\n“Where are they?” The words were rough, accented. At first she thought it was the European guy speaking again, but the voice was different, hoarse. The hairs on her back sprung upright. The voice came from the corner. She slowly turned, seeing the yellow eyes again, full of bewilderment and concern. “Type 4 civilization. Where are they?”",
"Convincing the people that welcomed us that we were not their gods didn‘t work very well. Astolien the fieldcommander didn‘t do anything to change that with his 2,5 meter tall cybernetic body. The computer reconstructed the language these people spoke in mere minutes. It explained that it was a very old and to say it nicely fucked up version of Suja‘al that was spoken in this district. Atleast it was when we left. „Sir it seems like a person of a high status arrived just now. I recommend not trying to disprove their gods Theorie it could be helpful.“ Corvus the computer summeriezed this analysis in sergeant Lunikias brainchip. „Yes I won‘t she answered.“ „Opening front gate now.“ \nThe landingdoors constructed from stable Urin‘aium opened, or to be correct dissolved into a quantum field. A man much smaller then the sergeant with some kind of crown and a staff stood before her, while all other humans kneeled in the sand. The Scans located a „big“ town nearby, calculated inhabitants about 90.000. It was one of the biggest formation of structures we could find on our planet, everything else was gone. While Lunikias thought the man with the crown spoke and Corvus translated, but she didn‘t even listen. Corvus did the talking an she did the non rational thinking that Corvus couldn’t do. She thought about everything that seemed to have vanished. The omnia constructs that kept the planet living, spindelnd their arms from the sky to the mere core of the planet. The city’s of trillions of humans. The spaceports and giant miningstations in orbit loading and unloading their goods. When they left everything was going well. The first wormhole ship ever, their ship, left with a Promise of an even brighter future. Then everything went to shit as it seems. They crossed horizon of the hole successfully. The established a huge Colony 6000 light years away. They did all that, just to come back to this? Lunikias was desperat. She knew that she wouldn‘t meet her friends again ore her bosses. She knew much would change while her enhanced body wouldn‘t change so much. But whatever happened here was unexpectable. She thought about so much stuff that her head clotted up with thoughts. In a moment of desperation her body acted for itself. She pulled her plasma pistol and fired a single bride beam into the crowned figure, that dissolved instantly from the impact. „Corvus bring us back home. This is not our home anymore.“ „Understood sir. Protocols require me to inform you that your action is not appropriate towards uncivilized peaceful species I will add this to your report.“ \n„just get us out of here Corvus.“ she said and an imaginary tear left her cybernetic eye. „I want to go home.“\n\nEdit: hey everyone English is my second language and I hope it’s understandable. Pls let my know what you think. It helps a lot, have a great day."
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[WP] Everyone sees the world in a different way; so when someone dies, it is - in a way - the death of an entire world.
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"**Worlds Collide** \n\nMy world was empty. I never planned it that way, but that is how it became, over years of neglect and self-imposed isolation. A veritable wasteland, devoid of life and love and meaning. I was resigned to the fact that my world would always be thus.\n\nThat is, until she brought the rain. \n\nAt first, I was resistant to her advances. Hesitant to trust an interloper. After all, rain is awful. It is cold and wet and dolorous. She made a mockery of my misery.\n\nBut then the clouds parted, and she brightened up my skies. I looked upon my world with new eyes, and I saw life springing with verve and verdancy from the cracks in the soil. I gazed agape at her and she laughed.\n\nShe became my world.\n\nThere were smiling faces that I never knew existed, and I knew the joy of populating my life with evocative people and meaningful thoughts. We would walk and wonder at the marvels of this brave new world we had created together, out of the dire dregs of my existence. We would hold hands, and sink our bare toes into the lifegiving loam without a care.\n\nBut there were cares. \n\nThe cracks began to reappear, but not beneath our feet. Her eyes often turned inward and distant, and her smiles grew strained. She always made a special effort for me, but I could see that it cost her something.\n\nI craved again the sun, and the rain. She had shown me what that was and how good it could be, and I strove with all my might and heart to give it back to her; to make our world a better, brighter place for both of us. But mostly for her.\n\nFool that I was, I thought that it worked, if only for a moment. But moments have a habit of slipping away. Fool that I was, it never occurred to me that I had never before seen *her* world; the world she had lived in before finding me in mine. No, all we had known together, was her touch upon my own. \n\nI only wish it could have been enough for her.\n\nMy world was brighter for her having walked it. Beauty can still live in shadow. Only sometimes the shadows are too deep, and they swallow us up. \n\nI never saw her world, but I will always cherish the beauty she brought to mine.\n\nShe saved my world. I will always love and remember her for that.\n\nI only wish I could have saved hers."
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[WP] Your the last living being in a dying universe; alone in your ship in a forever darkness. This is your last tale, the tale of the end and what you witness.
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"I look out the window. There are very few stars. The cold is almost unbearable, the ship is running out of fuel. No fuel. No water. No oxygen. No heat. No light. No life. The rations running low, as well as supplies. There’s nothing I can do about it.\n\nNothing but my thoughts that bring me closer to my death. The very last death. Nothing but waiting, to die. The thought of dying is slowly eating away at me. There’s nothing else to think about. Except precious memories, and regrets. \n\nI used to love the silence in space. No noise. So peaceful. No dogs barking late into the night, no cars wizzing by on the road, you can hear your thoughts. Now I wish I didn’t hear my thoughts. \n\nI look at the ships stats. The oxygen will run out soon, less than twenty minutes. My time is coming. It sent shivers down my back, I believe from the thought of dying. It might just be the cold talking though. \n\nI look back out the window. I see the stars disappear. One after the other. The lights in the shuttle flashed and began to go out. My time is coming. \n\n“Critical. Fuel is at 2%. Critical.” The monitor warns. The red critical lights were flashing. I over-rided the system to turn it off. I then changed into my space suit. It was still functional, despite also being low on fuel.\n\nI opened the the locket around my neck. Me and my mom both smiling back at me. I remember that day. I graduated high school and my mom... She was so proud of me. I have never seen her beam so brightly, it’s been a long time since I’ve smiled, but I did. This would likely be the last time I would smile. I then closed the locket. I tied the chain to my hand, so I wouldn’t drop it. \n\n“Critical. 0% fuel. Shutting down. Critical....” \n\nThe ships system shut down. Everything went dark. I looked back out the window. One light. Zero hope. Hope to live. \n\nThen I heard a loud sound. I turned my head and just as I did a part of the ship burst into flames. The system was breaking down. With the fuel gone the ship couldn’t function to keep it from breaking down. \n\nI managed to open the door of the spacecraft and used my thrusters in my suit to propel me out of the burning ship. I looked at the last star. It still hadn’t gone out yet. \n\nIt was a crazy idea but I was going to die anyway, soon. So I began to head in the direction of the star. It’s gravity pulled me closer to it at an alarming rate. \n\nI looked at the stats of my suit. 4%. To preserve my life to keep going longer I changed my oxygen to 20%. The lowest it can be. Though it was hard to breathe I focused on the light.\n\nI got closer and closer. I used to not be afraid to die. But as I neared my inevitable death I became more afraid than I’ve ever been. I saw the little teardrops float around in my suit. \n\nNow that I was much closer to the star I began to warm up from the heat it emitted. It felt so nice to be warm again. Then the star began to go out before my very eyes. \n\n“System shutting down. 0% fuel levels.” My suit told me before shutting down.\n\nThen the star was gone. It was dark. It was cold again. I began to suffocate. I choked on my own breath and gasped for air. I blacked out. \n\nI saw my mom. She was smiling. She held my hand and hugged me.\n\n“It’s going to be alright. Everything will be okay.” Her voice said slowly fading out.\n\n“It’s going to be alright...”",
"Her fingers were rosy and small and symmetrical; each fit into my nostril perfectly. That I remember. She would gurgle and then giggle like a spring fountain when I blew raspberries on her round belly; that I remember too.\n\nAnd I remember John, the way he would hold me around the waist, his breath comfortingly warm on my shoulder. And I remember Percy, his bushy black and white tail swept around my ankle like soft cashmere. His innocent large green eyes look up at me as if he isn't aware of the empty food bowl. The scattering of dry kibbles hits the plastic bottom of the bowl, the pungent smell invading my nostrils, making me wrinkle my nose.\n\nThese eyes and faces float inside when I close my eyes and summon up the warmth of the memory of the sun. They dream inside me like a baby inside a womb. If only they can be born. If only I can hear their sounds and movements again like dances of sentience across the night sky. Beacons from lighthouses they were, and they kept me close to shore.\n\nI open my eyes and the memories scatter beyond the frosted glass into the frosted sea of space. It is black and quiet. All those stars are gone now, and I am seeing them millions of years later. I am lost in time. I am the last speck of thought.\n\nI am lost in space. I am starting to feel dizzy. I close my eyes. Even if it's not real, I want to see them one last time.\n\nHer fingers were rosy and small--John--Percy--"
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[WP] You are an assistant working with a genius scientist on teleportation technology. During the first trial run, the scientist volunteers as a test subject. The test goes smoothly with no issues. A few days after the test you begin to suspect that the scientist is not himself... or even human.
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"##Dinner Test\n\nIt is another end of the work day. The other scientists and technicians are heading out. Dr. Parfit is staying late because he always stays late. As his loyal technician, you are required to stay late as well. That is why you noticed that he stopped eating. He always smiled and said, \"oops too distracted. I have food in the office.\" For the first few days after teleportation, he would stay and work for almost 24 hours straight. He also kept insisting that the secondary tests be pushed forward. When the rest of the team disagreed, he threw a fit and stormed out. Now, it is your chance to interrogate him.\n\n\"Dr. Parfit?\" you say. He looks up at you and smiles. It is a perfect smile, but it does not fit his face. \n\n\"Yes, what is it?\" he asks.\n\n\"I am just wondering is everything okay? You have been acting a bit weird lately,\" you say timidly. Dr. Parfit could strike.\n\n\"Well, what do you mean?\" he asks.\n\n\"It is just you have not been eating or sleeping since you went into the teleporter. I am worried about your health,\" you say.\n\n\"You are right. I have been married to this job for the past few weeks. It is not a big deal,\" he says. He goes back to work.\n\n\"Well, you could take a break, and we could pizza?\" you ask.\n\n\"You are lactose intolerant,\" he looks at you with suspicion.\n\n\"Well, I mean we could get a gluten free pizza,\" you start to stutter.\n\n\"Gluten is bread. Lactate is the cheese,\" he narrows his face at you, but then, he smiles, \"I actually know just the place. I will text them now.\"\n\nHe starts to text, and adrenaline shoots through your body. He might not be the only one. You have to stop him. You get a running start before tackling him to the ground. The phone flies out of his hand. He tries to squirm out of your hold, but you are much stronger. You start to hold him down while punching him repeatedly.\n\n\"What have you done with Dr. Parfit?\" you ask. He looks up at you with his newly blackened eye.\n\n\"Nothing, it is you I worry about,\" he says. Two sets of arms grab you and take you off of him. They belong to two security guards. You struggle against them, but they are stronger. Three more guards enter and train their weapons on you.\n\n\"Let me go. He is possessed by a creature from the teleporter!\" you yell while struggling. Dr. Parfit smiles.\n\n\"You were the one that went into the teleporter,\" he says.\n\nYou stop struggling, and the dam that held your memories cracks. You were the one that entered the teleporter. You were greeted by a hellish landscape. You looked up to see small bits of fire in the air. A spark of flame got close to you before revealing itself as a small bug. The bugs began to swarm and inject themselves in you.\n\nYou walked out of the other teleporter like nothing was wrong. You had to ensure that more of the species came to earth. You were the one that threw a fit and stormed out of the meeting because they didn't move the test up. You had to stay up late only to learn that humans were supposed to sleep. Dr. Parfit was always just a mental cover. \n\nYour lips start to move up into a smile. You open your mouth and a small fire bug flies out. Your mouth moves but not by your choice.\n\n\"Well done, Dr. Parfit. You found us before you retested, but not before more of us hatched,\" your voice says. You open your mouth and more of the fire bugs fly out. Your tongue starts to char with each passing bug. The guards and Dr. Parfit start to panic. The two guards holding you drop you. You land on the floor as bugs start to emerge from your nose. You convulse on the floor while the guards try to shoot the bugs before you black out.\n\n---\n\nr/AstroRideWrites"
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[WP] You were the massive dragon king who took not gold, but children from surrounding kingdoms. The kings of the various kingdoms confront you about your subjects 'kidnapping' the children. You glare down at the interlopers from your throne. "Well, maybe your citizens should be better parents."
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"A dragon‘s halls are usually filled with gold, cold and sterile unless heated by the constant flames of many servants. This hall was different. There were no rooms overflowing with coins, no hallways blocked with jewelry, not even so much as a simple pedastal for an old crown. Sure, the entryway and the great hall were impressive, one must maintain his status afterall, but the throne room was where the decoration began to shift. Instead of useless gold, the walls were hung in tapestries depicting stories of old, back when there were still enemies worthy to be named. Those mortals before him now were certainly not anything special. \n\nThey cowered in fear, those mighty kings, even an emperor was among them. Accompanied by their most fearless knights and wizards, heroes who claimed to have saved the world. The terror of the great halls and the sut-coated, giant throne were enough to freeze their hearts and tongues in terror before he even made his entrance. The sound of giant trumpets reverberated through the hall, shook the bodies of men like leaves in the wind, as the dragons welcomed their king. His shadow crept behind the throne, the light of 50 braziers throwing 50 other shadows on the walls surrounding the small group. And yet still the trumpets would not stop. Their tone was echoing through the mountain; it seemed to engulf the entire world and throw it into an abyss of noise. Everyone on the continent sighed in relief. Now they knew that the dragon king had graciously granted them an audience. Their fears would at least be heard.\n\nAs the sound echoed off into the distance, the dragon king began to speak. His voice sounded of power and authority, yet not entirely without reason. The people began to hope that maybe they would be allowed to leave his majesty‘s halls. “People of this world, I see that you have come before me again. You have begged for an audience and I have given you one. What brings you here now?“\n\nThe people of the world had fallen to their knees as they heard this old and estranged voice. Now, no one dared to speak. What business did they have that was worth bringing before such an ancient entity? Compared to his experiences, what new things could possibly be brought to his attention? Surely he had seen all and knew all already. The group dared not speak a word. After an embarassing pause, the most mightiest of heroes, father of the kingdom, protector of his world began to speak. Compared to the dragon king, it was a farce: where there was power now there was terror, where there was authority now uncertainty, where there was a deep and melodic tone now there was the squeeling of a spoiled child. And yet the dragon king did not cut him off when he realized the nature of their request.\n\n“Your majesty, we have comes to ask of you but a small favour for you and much needed help in one of our most desperate hours. Since the founding of our kingdoms and even that of kingdoms now long gone, our people have lived side by side in friendship and respect. 50 years ago, my king‘s sister was stolen. We have searched far and wide, under every rock and every root, but nothing has come of it. Many other children similarly disappeared during this time and none returned. That was until 34 years ago, when we found the kidnapper. It was a dragon. We drove it off while suffering many losses, but we were able to save one child‘s life. It was futile, we were unable to protect us from the kidnappers. Now, it has become so bad that we have no choice but to petition you, mighty dragon king, to halt your subjects hunger. We are most desperate, soon there will not be enough children left to continue our bloodlines...“\n\nThis was what let loose the storm in the other ambassadors. They overcame the teror and awe that the dragon king’s entrance had kindled in them. Each one spoke up in turn, presenting the grievances of his kingdom to the dragon king. And the king listened to them all, despite them in essence saying the same: “Please stop kidnapping our kids.” When they had finished, the dragon king looked at them all again. For a long, long while nothing happened. The courage of the men melted away again. Who was he looking at? Had someone inadvertently insulted him? Was he thinking how he could best punish them for bringing such an irrelevant problem before him? The only sound in the hall was the slow, medthodical breathing of the dragon king. It did nothing to lessen the tension in the room. His tail screetched across the floor as he folded it around his claws it. Finally a sound!\n\n“Your concern is unneccessary.“ Had he really just said that? How could the loss of their children not cause them worry? “It is unneccessary because they have a better life now that anything you could have offered them. They are living in this mountain undisturbed by your quarrels and abuses, by your infighting and trechery. I will not return them to you nor to their parents.“\n\n“I demand to take back my sister.“ The others looked in shock as the king of a once great kingdom challenged the words of the dragon king. They had been lucky enough to get such a straightforward answer, at least they knew that their children were alive. His judgement stung, but it was more than what they‘d hoped for. “She belongs to me by law now that my late father has passed away. I will take her and all the other children back home.“\n\n“Why should my kingdom and my subjects follow the laws of yours? Your sister is a free woman not a slave, is she not? You should know better than to challenge forces whose full extent you can never comprehend. Your servant pretended to have chased away one of my subjects. That is a nice fairy tale, but it is as far from the truth as possible. It is clear that you are not here for someone you love, but for your image and standing amongst the other kingdoms. Quite pathetic, is it not?“ What was that rumbling that swung in the dragon king‘s voice. Was it anger or maybe, just maybe, laughter?\n\n“My subjects have a right to know their children, to learn what has happend to them, and to raise them as they seem fit in accordance with their religion. What claim do you have to them? You pretend to care yet why would you? I suspect you have been lying to us, you are raising an army!“\n\n“You speak of rights and yet your citizens do not posess any. You say they have a right to learn what happened to their children. Tell me, when was the last time you even counted the dead after a war. When did you last thank them for their sacrifice. You never did. Your kingdom is bursting with violence and abuse. That is no fit envrionment for a child, especially not when compared to the reign of the just kings that once ruled your lands. You accuse me of raising an Army.“ The dragon king‘s chest rose suddenly and a short flame shot out of his nostrils, jarringly illuminating his scarred jaws and firey eyes. “One cannot but laugh at such a supposition. Your best could not defeat one of my subjects, so there is no need to create a mortal army. Sadly, it seems that you cannot comprehend someone not interested in power and violence. Such a shame, perhaps a dragon should have rescued you from your life, maybe you would have turned out a decent person.“ That, while it was hurtful, finally made the king stay quiet in embarassment. The following silence was, while it was nearly unbearable, not nearly as terrifying as the one before.\n\n“Is there anything we can do to get back our children?“ The question was sincere, it had been asked by the head wizard of the west, who had been cursed to only communicate the truth. The question rang of worry and of loss.\n\n“You can better yourselves, you can end the pointless wars that ended so many lives. A child‘s life is the most precious thing there is, it is innocent and kind. It must not be corrupted under any circumstances. The children will return once there is hope and a future for them.“ Was that really all there was to it? Such a small change would determine whether or not their kingdoms lived on? And yet it was not a small change, it was one of the most fundamental and difficult ones imaginable. \n\n“But how can we change ourselves without knowing what to change into. We do not know how to construct such a world worthy of leaving to our children. How can we be peaceful when our subjects are rebelling, how can we be kind when others try to steal from us?“\n\n“You are the leaders of the world. It is your task to care for it. It would however also be beneficial to have experts to show you the way. The children that are living in this mountain have spent their lives studying concepts on how to spread peace and justice. They were raised with education and training and, most important of all, empathy. If they want to leave to advise you and if you pledge to listen to them, they will come to help you. But it is still you who has to make the change.“",
"She sat in his dungeon, looking at all his children. The children of Dandy Town. \n\nUntil a few years ago,she was just a myth for them. Nothing but a story told to scare them. ‘Wake up, or Thelia will burn all your eggs with her fire!” of course it didn’t work on vegan kids, but she didn’t even care about vegan kids.\n\nBut since she had met that little child, what was his name. Jeff Tezos. The mother inside her woke up. She took that little child and kept him in her cave. She felt that she was his Chosen Mother since a golden lion had chased him to her cave. That, or it was just a normal lion turned into a fine golden crisp by her fire.\n\nJeff and her bonded like real mother and son. And they talked like real friends. She had shown him her deep and large collection of gold coins. He loved diving into that pool and swimming through it, backstroking smoothly as Thelia felt the motherly love, the only real gold that was there in the room.\n\nHe always said that he will have as much money when he grows up as I do. Little does he know, this is called poor amongst dragons. \n\nJeff had always liked the forest. He had said that it felt like the Amazon forest, and that her cave was like his little home in the Amazon forest. Thelia went on pretending that it really was Amazon. After all, she couldn’t disappoint her first son.\n\nHe had started hunting with his mother. One day, a tiger had given him a large gash on his head. Thelia saved him from the tiger and made a good breakfast out of the tiger, but she was puzzled what to do of his injury.\n\nShe then took him to Drogon, her friend. He was a medical wizard and an avid reader of the Game of Throne books. Seeing Jeff, he immediately pounced on him to eat him. His nails tore apart his hair, but Thelia prevented him from doing any further damage.\n\nWhen she turned around to see her poor Jeff, who was now bald, she saw that his gash had been fixed now. Nothing remained of it. She knew Drogon would fix anything and everything.He was a medical wizard.\n\nBut Jeff would have to stay bald forever now.\n\nThen one day, two guys named Mark Huckerberg and Bill Hates crossed her lair. And she took them in.\n\nMark had been the funny one, and Bill was the tech guy. They were already becoming the Avengers now. \n\nShe had found Mark to be a little weird. One day, she went to clean his bathroom, and saw weird nuts and bolts in the bathroom. Was he a robot?\n\nChildren kept flooding in. More and more. She had formed a council among the kids, to vote out someone if he or she is behaving criminally. This was just to teach them democracy.\n\nBut they actually voted out this guy named Donald Thump. She was surprised. Thelia wanted to kill him, but a better punishment would be to send him into the forest and leave him there to die.\n\nA girl named Pokiname made every boy simp behind her. She was very beautiful, even by dragon standards. One of her most favorite children, William Takespeare used to make damn beautiful poems for her.",
"The hallway smelled of ember and brimstone. A crowd bearing torches hesitantly made it's way down the smoldering abode of the dragon king. It was impossibly dark, and whispers rang all about of how the dragon was going to devour them instead of respecting his word and grant them audience.\n\nSuddenly out of the darkness, two blue tinted emerald eyes revealed itself. A deep bellowing and grumbling sounded from what was undoubtedly a gargantuan wyrm. Large stone lamps distributed throughout the hallway ignited one by one, as if on by queue. At least the hallway wasn't so dark anymore. Instead, the parade of humanoids had another thing to terrify them - a massive, dragon. It's once brass scales were beginning to lose it's metallic hue, and mold began to grow underneath it's leathery wings - a testament to the longevity of the creature.\n\n\"We've come to avenge the children that your subjects have stolen from us!\" King Brodon claimed, unsheathing his saber.\n\n\"Avenge?\" the dragon growled, with a bit of contempt.\n\n\"Don't try to hide it. We know your minions have kidnapped our children so you could devour them!\" Brodon added\n\n\"Devoured the children. Not at all,\" the dragon chuckled, although it sounded more like a gurgle coming out of his throat, akin to a sick bird trying to hoot, \"even if I did eat them, it would be far more merciful a fate than the lives of neglect and abuse they had suffered under your sovereignty\"\n\nThe crowd remained silent for a while. \"What have you done with them then?\" Lady Helany finally asked, breaking the ice.\n\n\"I have fed them and given them family. I have educated them with the knowledge gathered from a dozen ages. I have built them so they are healthier than they could ever have dreamed of under your care. And most importantly, I have given them purpose\"\n\n\"And what purpose is that?\" Lady Helany demanded\n\n\"They will liberate the children of your kingdoms and welcome them into their ranks\"\n\n\"Enough! You will no longer meddle with the affairs of our kingdoms!\" Brodon claimed, pointing his blade at the dragons face with his sweaty palm. \n\nAs he did so, leather pads and the stomping of boots overwhelmed the room, as a regiment of the dragon king's minions encircled the interlopers. The guests looked around and gasped as they recognized the faces amongst some of the guards. \n\n\"Kristoff! Is that you!?\" one of the older men in the crowd gasped.\n\nThe guards remained mute.\n\n\"They will no longer respond to the crude human names you gave them. They have now been blessed with honorable draconic names. Now, Antharaxel, have your men escort these trespassers out of my throne room\"",
"Some dragons loved to posture over the \"lesser\" races but Vestishin was not of that particular stripe. No, he sat amongst them at a great table, food arrayed before them, while at another smaller table just out of ear-shot ten children howled and laughed as Melisan and Vert tried to get them to eat, not play, with their food.\n\nHe lifted his goblet to his mouth, his sapphire eyes passing across his guests as his smile grew wider and his ridged eyebrow rose ever higher into his hairline.\n\n\"Well someone please say something.\" he finally remarked, sitting forward and placing his goblet back down. He allowed his neck to stretch forward just a bit more than normal, warping his humanoid disguise just enough to keep them off-balance. They had come into his home, after all, not thinking that they would be bound to *his* race's versions of guest rights.\n\nFinally, King Bort of the Vidian Hierarchy spoke up, \"I...I'm sorry Milord but I beg your pardon?\"\n\nHis thick black beard covered his mouth, bobbing about as his lips moved unseen, though Vestishin could not help but become transfixed by how the young human king was picking at the food on his plate absentmindedly.\n\n\"I thought I was quite clear, young lord,\" Vestishin remarked with a smile, \"Your subjects, and the subjects of every ruler seated at my table have the making of horrendous parents.\"\n\n\"On whose judgment?\" Lady Ellory of the Al'Yan demanded, the intricate cerulean woad marking that decorated her face, entrancing him ever so slightly as she looked at him with much more boldness than Bort had managed. Her solid black eyes burrowed into him, even as her sharp talons cut furrows into his table.\n\n\"By your own, if you dared to ask the bairns I imagine.\" he returned, nodding toward the table, where the youngest was currently sniffling as Melisan coaxed him to eat his greens.\n\n\"As you will have noted, there are ten in my care, my followers have a smattering more under their watch all across my valley.\" Vest remarked, \"Each tells a tale of cruelty that I find, markedly repulsive.\"\n\n\"Three of their number come from King Bort's lands,\" he continued, gesturing to the youngest leader at the table, \"Their mother long in the grave, their father a drunken miser who beat them for not keeping the house in order while he spent his weeks afar from them, gallivanting through the capital, endeavoring to make a streetwife their new mother and earn himself a new child to abuse I can gather. Vert found them half-starved, the eldest girl had tried to swipe his purse just so she could buy some bread to feed her younger kin. For the record this man would be your Master of Coin, young Bort, if you were wondering at the expenditures he seemed to be mysteriously finding.\"\n\nBort's face contorted into something that resembled a kicked dog, as his face went beet red.\n\n\"So I feel as though my man's judgment was fair.\" Vest finished as he rounded back on Lady Ellory, \"Two from your land found their way to me, twin girls of ten, orphaned and consigned to life with an Uncle...whose actions I will speak nothing of, other than to say...if you care to dredge them up, his shattered bones are lying in the center of Lake Kedder.\"\n\n\"I-you did the will of the Gods then, majesty,\" Ellory remarked, nodding her head in deference and rounding on her fellows as if to say she now sided with him in full.\n\n\"The Distant had nothing to do with it, my Lady, rather a very protective pup.\" Vest returned, as his eyes moved to the remaining trio.\n\nHis eyes flicked between the rival kings, siblings whose trifling squabble had shattered the mighty nation of Mercia into embattled lands fighting a grinding war that had both kingdoms heading towards indifference, at best and dissolution, at worst. The Dwarven men were molded of the same cast, the only difference the pewter crown upon King Gandrin of True Mercia's head and the red-gold band upon King Taldunor of Mercia Proper.\n\n\"Fittingly, though disturbing, two children each came to me from your embattled lands.\" Vest remarked, his neck extending further, and his skin hardening slightly as both men opened their mouth to speak, \"I am baffled that this is what unites you both once more, the missing children of people you both think of little more than pawns in your pitiful little squabble.\"\n\n\"We...disagree on many, many things, Great Wyrm,\" Taldunor stated.\n\n\"But the safety of our citizenry is our important charge.\" Gandrin finished.\n\n\"So when tale came to us of men clad in blue armor abducting children in the name of a dragon,\" Taldunor continued.\n\n\"We sought to protect our people.\" Gandrin finished.\n\nVest scoffed, sitting back in his chair and taking a big gulp of wine before shooting them both a writhing glare, \"If you wish to protect your people, *feed them,* you daft morons.\"\n\n\"You've been so focused on the war along your half-baked border, you've both missed the fallowing of your fields, and theft of your livestock by Gnoll Marauders. These children came into my men's care because their parents were willing to *sell* them, just to get a bit more money to feed their shrinking gullets. So, even if you had grounds to take these children back, I would not have heard it.\"\n\nVest turned to the final member of their entourage as the brothers turned to bicker over whose fault his dismissal was, while Bort and Ellory let out long drawn out sighs.\n\n\"That makes nine.\" the figure stated, his voice but a rasp, his eyes burning with intense anger that had Vest been a being of lesser fortitude he might have quailed, \"Taken rightfully as you say, Vestishin of the Sapphire Valley, though let us correct the statement to rescued shall we?\"\n\n\"We shall.\" Vest agreed.\n\n\"But the tenth,\" High-King Caligar Mossfoot of the Brondinrol Halflings rasped, as he pointed to the little boy Malisen was still struggling to feed, \"You had *no* right.\"\n\n\"Oh, I believe in fact I did.\" Vest returned, \"Your Grandson will be safe here, the same can not be said for the chill halls you call your abode.\"\n\n\"My daughter's son will not be raised by some puffed-up leather-wing!\" Caligar roared, pounding his diminutive fist on the table with a surprising amount of force.\n\n\"Your daughter's son will not be a pawn in whatever dark game you have dragged your people into, Sidhe-Thecki.\" Vest returned coldly, as he let the facade drop, his verdant blue wings unfurling from his back as those seated at his table became like mice to a snarling mastiff.\n\n\"I do not fear you drake,\" Caligar remarked, standing to his full height, which was almost laughable as he barely reached the dragon's immense ankle.\n\n\"You don't?\" Vest queried, peering down at the halfling, his mouth twisting into a fanged smirk, as Vest's followers ushered the children out of the room as quickly as they could manage, \"What of the judgment of your fellow rulers?\"\n\n\"For what would they judge me beast?\" Caligar shot back, his voice harsher than the growl of a bear.\n\n\"You tell of conspiracy to all the land, a rebellion that stabbed out the heart of your dear girl as she traveled the country-side.\" Vest remarked, weaving about the table, his talons flexing as he stalked closer to the halfling, \"But the scent of kinslaying is a hard thing to hide, especially when in the home of one such as I.\"\n\nThere was silence then, as the heads of the other rulers turned to stare at the Halfling as he glared defiantly up at the immense, azure dragon that loomed above him.\n\nThe silence carried on, as all knew to speak a lie in the house of a dragon was to break guest rights, and *that* was a thing to be feared, even if the grey-bearded halfling did not fear the Wyrm himself.\n\n\"So...once more, will you tell me what was or was not my right?\" Vestishan asked as blue flame and sparks of lightning cracked about his open maw."
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[WP] you are a notorious super villain. Your power? Healing.
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" Hello, My name is Joe. I'm considered a super villain although you would think someone with my abilities would be considered one of the greatest heroes to ever live but life tends to deal strange hands. You see i have the ability to heal anyone of anything. I could probably resurrect someone but I've never tried. \n Anyway, it turns out that being a villain with healing powers is probably the greatest thing ever. I never have to worry about my hostages dying from torture and since I have pinpoint control over the amount/ type of healing I provide i can make someone invincible or keep their wounds healed just enough to keep them alive . \n Take Mr. Magnificent for example. He tried to capture me a few weeks ago but stumbled into a trap i set. I broke every single one of his bones. EVERY. SINGLE. ONE . Then I healed them partially so that if he even made the slightest movement they would rebreak. I then left his shattered body for his friends to find. Since then the \"Heroes\" have mostly left me to my own devices. Like I said sometimes life deals you a strange hand but it's what you do with it that shows who you are... and I'm a super villain.",
"Healers are supposed to be kind.\n\nThat's what everyone always assumes, anyway. Healers heal, and how can that ever be a bad thing? But like everything else in this world, healing comes at a price, and the best healers are always the most expensive. When I was young, before my own powers had manifested, I learned firsthand the terror of a bad healer. Oh, the lady meant well to be sure, but a healer that can't set broken ribs properly the first time is no healer at all in my view.\n\nBut healers the world over are praised all the same, to the point that the very word is spoken with near reverence no matter the context. Healers can do no wrong. Healers are God's greatest blessing. A healer could walk into the mayor's office, piss on his desk, and walk out without any explanation, and everyone in the city would be trying to figure out why that was a good thing, from what plague or poison did the healer save our dear mayor. It hurts, really, to hear such unbridled and unearned positivity every damn day. Almost as much as it hurts to breathe.\n\nWhen I got my powers, I was thrilled, but not for the reason my parents were. Where they saw a great blessing, I saw a unique opportunity. I am one of those who can only heal others and not myself, so instead of simply patching up my ragged bones and going about my merry way, I decided I'd prove the world wrong. Prove that a healer can, in fact, do evil. I plotted for years, trying to determine the best way to make my point.\n\nAnd that is where you come in, my friend. No, you don't have any particular significance. Just wrong place, wrong time. A pity, I suppose; for all I know, you might be a brilliant scientist, or a future president, or even just a very loving father. Pretty sure you're not a super, though, or I'd imagine you would have freed yourself by now. Which is just what I need: a regular, nonpowered, everyday person. You see, I've decided my first step will be to find out *exactly* how much torture an unenhanced human mind can take... and I can go a *lot* further than the Nazis did. So relax, friend. You'll be here a while.",
"The hero screamed in pain, clutching his shattered knee in pure agony. “Please...! Stop!” He cried, quite literally. I casually loaded another shell into my shotgun. Mossberg has never let me down...I used the barrel to prop his leg back up, with an extended hand, a golden glow flowed from my palm, touching his ruptured leg and mending his wounds. His bones reforming, his sinew sewing together, his flesh regrowing to cover the bloody mess that once was. He breathed in relief, though he knew it wouldn’t last.\n\nI laid the barrel against his knee, he didn’t even protest, simply wincing, preparing himself for the incoming pain. Then I pulled the trigger, his kneecap exploding as the buckshot blew through his leg. His screams echoed across the empty room, fresh blood pooling on top of the crusted remains of the old. His breaths heaved. I healed him again...but this time I leaned forward, nearly nose to nose with him.\n\n“Would you kindly tell me the code to that vault I asked about? It’s rather important, and I’m a bit behind schedule.” I said melodiously. The hero turned to me, and after a moment of hesitation, he spat in my face.\n\nI straightened myself, fetched a nearby towel and wiped my face clean. “That was rather rude. You should exercise caution. You might aggravate my temper..” I said, my tone turning grim as a retrieved the crowbar from behind my desk. “Now, onto more pleasant things.” I said cheerfully before smashing the crowbar upside his head, his teeth clattering to the floor alongside the splatter of his blood.\n\nI’ll keep playing this game as long as I have to. Mr. Honey always gets what he wants.",
"Research notes Date. 12/3/2023\nEvery cell has a chance to turn into a cancer cell. All healing powers force the rapid production of stem cells, which then turn into the needed cells for healing. Automatic healing stops this process once the wound has healed. Forced healing is usually stopped when the person healing feels that the wound is healed. Most of the time forced healing abilities are usually used by heroes, but if anyone is to be feared it is people who force healing and are villains. This is due to the previously mentioned fact that any cell has a chance of turning into a cancer cell. While the body will destroy these cells most of the time, there is a chance that it will multiply. If this happens then continuing to heal the victim will accelerate the natural process of cancer, leading to death. \n\n\nResearch notes Date 20/3/2023\n\nSubject one: control: no injury, no disease of any kind: 15 minutes 36 seconds elapsed from the time of first healing\n\nSubject two: amputation of the right arm, no further injury or disease: 30 minutes and 29 seconds elapsed from the time of first healing\n\nSubject three: diabetic with no further injury or disease: 10 minutes 45 seconds elapsed from the time of first healing\n\nOverall notes: external injury prolonged the life of subject two while internal disease shortened the life of subject three. Will have to repeat tests soon.",
"Inside my sewers-cum-laboratory, I lie in wait, prickling myself with a needle, keeping the wound open. The blood drips into the water which reaches up to my knees. Is there truly a need for me to do this? Well, I always like having a backup plan, and I need one right now.\n\nI am surrounded by not 1, 2 but 3 superheroes.\n\nInferno- he is a pyromancer who uses the holes in his palms to produce flames capable of melting steel within a 3-meter radius around himself. He is fairly slow, and his power is very rigid. Class C supers.\n\nJeanne D'arklight- she is super capable of bending light and darkness, creating illusions capable of hurting people. Class A supers.\n\nCyber Mind- My former friend. After an accident I helped him to enhance himself with various parts of Tinker and Metahuman technology. He combines heavy firepower, processing speed and precision of a machine with human speed, reflexes and innovation. Class S+ supers.\n\n*\"Inferno, I am reminding you once more. Dr Crow is an extremely dangerous villain, whose cruelty knows no bounds. He has 2 maximum-security prison escape records so far. Proceed with caution.\"*\n\n*\"C'mon, Cy. The guy's power is what? Healing? Heh, we'll be done in no time.\"*\n\n*\"You don't understand.\"* Jeanne interrupts, *\"He wanted to go to prison, he used meta-humans there to enhance his super-healing factor. His regeneration is no longer bound by mass, energy, or time. If you cut of his arm, he can regrow new one almost instantly now.\"*\n\nI spy on CyberMind's frequency. I used to be a hero as well, they have since changed the algorithm, but they always use the most stable lengths. So predictable...\n\nI see Jeanne D'arklight and Inferno on my screen. They are approaching me from the sides, trying to scare me into escaping further into the tunnels, where Cyber Mind is waiting. Cyber Mind probably thinks he has me where he wants me. Or perhaps he still believes I can be redeemed? It's too late for any of that.\n\nThey are all about to find out just how powerful healing can truly be.\n\n​\n\nThey are just outside, waiting... I load up my blaster, preparing to meet them.\n\nThey check the door handle of the iron door, before it burst out of its hinges, flying straight at me. I try to dodge, but I am blinded by light so iridescent it burns my retinas. The door slams at me with a force so hard I can hear my ribcage and spine cracking before I even registered the pain.\n\n\"Fuuuc....\" I yell as I flail my limbs widely, trying to get the damn thing off of me. To no avail, Inferno has already melted the iron door to the wall, keeping me in a cocoon. I can feel my flesh sizzle and burn, and I scream in pain.\n\n\"Cyber Mind, we are done here,\" Jeanne calls out to him. I can hear his metallic boots slushing against the water.\n\n\"Good job, it seems there was no need for a pincer manoeuvre after all. It would appear I overestimated his power level by a whopping 18.9%. I think he might be Class C villain, after all.\" Cyber Mind says, his words piercing me worse than any knife could.\n\n\"You little piece of shiii,\" but Inferno blasts me with another wave of flames, burning my ears, hair and skin off. I shriek in agony as the flames eat at me.\n\n\"Doctor Crow? More like Doctor Death Row! Ha-ha!\" Inferno laughs as he cauterizes my lips together, forcing me to begin choking on my own screams as saliva fills my throat.\n\nI am blind, immobilized, disarmed, and surrounded by 3 heroes whose powers dwarf my own in every way.\n\nSo, why am I not regenerating the damage?\n\n\"Hey, isn't this guy supposed to have like super regeneration or something?\" Inferno asks Jeanne, as Cybermind talks to Mr. Quizzster for a lift to base.\n\nIt's already too late.\n\nThe moment they entered this room, they were soaked in water containing my blood. My life essence.\n\nI regenerate my lips just enough to speak, my voice raspy and strained from the pain.\n\n\"If you surrender now, I promise I won't hurt you too badly.\"\n\n\"Oh, don't tell me you are mad on top of being stupid?\" Inferno chuckles, lifting my head up only to slap me and spit on me.\n\nI am getting rid of him first.\n\n\"Do you know how many different cells compromise blood?\" I ask.\n\n\"What is this?\" Jeanna asks, and I can hear her beginning to scratch her skin.\n\nIt has already begun. And it is too late to stop now.\n\n\"You didn't do your homework. If you did, you would have known how I heal people.\" I laugh, which prompts me to cough up more blood.\n\n\"You touch them or transfuse your cells into them. You then use your omnipotent stem cells to rebuild their organs and tissues. Your power is very effective for torture, endurance fights, and information gathering or experiments. But our little Blitzkrieg has left you completely and utterly useless.\" Cyber Mind gloats.\n\nMore scratching.\n\n\"Hey, I have the same rash as well,\" Inferno says as he starts scratching as well.\n\n\"Cybermind, I think... ouch.. this is starting to hurt...he has done something,\" Jeanne adds.\n\n\"No... No, way,\" Cybermind says in disbelief, pieces beginning to fall in place.\n\n\"Why did he cut off water from the rest of the sewer?\" I can hear his robotic kogs shifting and turning as he attempts to piece together the picture. I regenerate my retinas, just enough to see inferno slipping out of his spandex suit to scratch his rash over the sewer wall.\n\n\"THIS HURTS! GODDAMIT! DO SOMETHING\" Jeanne yells, as she rips at her skin too hard. The blood spills all over. And the Cyber Mind is still there, calculating what went wrong, before snapping out of it.\n\n\"WHAT DID YOU DO!\" He rips out the melted iron that constrained me, and I can finally breathe normally.\n\nHe trashes my throat with his robotic arm, and I can feel his blaster getting warmer beneath my skin. He wants to end me here and now. So much for friendship.",
"They all mocked me in The Villain Academy. What kind of villain heals people? Little did they know that while they were knocking over banks and making a measly two hundred thousand dollars, I was causing big pharma to lose hundreds of trillions of dollars.\n\n It all started when I ended up in the hospital. Yeah the healing guy was in the hospital ironic right? Well it's hard to heal yourself when you're knocked out by another villain who's still getting the hang of throwing things with his super cool and fancy telekinesis. Oh so cool. Pfft. \n\nWhen I awoke the nurses said that I needed to stay in bed and take time healing. Me take time healing? But hey if it got me out of the Academy for a few days then I’d play sick. I was enjoying some jello and watching an infomercial about a device that gave you telekinesis “tired of getting up to get the remote after you just sat down” The door to my room opened and two nurses started wheeling in a bed. \n\n“This is Mr. Winters. He is going to be sharing a room with you.” The nurse said as she proceeded to park the man next to you.\n\n“As long as I don’t have to share my jello I’m fine with that.” I replied.\n\nOne of the nurses rolled her eyes and left the room. \n\n“So whatcha in for?” I said doing my best convict voice I could muster. “Names Stu by the way.”\n\n“Chemo. It was a ruff one so they are having me stay overnight. Nice to meet you Stu. My name's White” He replied.\n\nHe looked like he had just come out of a desert. Sweaty and covered in what had to be his vomit. From the looks of him it was definitely more than ruff. \n\n“You would think in a world where people can make fire from their hands or fly they could find the cure for cancer. But no here I am covered in my own spew being told that rest will help. What I wish I could do is freeze myself but I don’t trust them to unthaw a super villain like me. I'd give anything to be back in my prime” He said.\n\nThat's when it hit me. I knew that I had heard that name before. This man laying next to me was none other than The Blizzard himself, White Winters! I tried to hide my excitement as much as possible. \n\n“So when you say anything you mean anything?” I said an evil smile forming on my face. \n\nAnd from there I went from a healing nobody with dreams of being a villain to somebody who had The Blizzard in his pocket. When I wanted someone dead they were on ice in an instant. With Mr. Winter by my side I got the idea to open my own little hospital. Used some cold hard cash Mr. Winter had procured from a few banks to make my own comercial.\n\n“Are you suffering from any major illness or injury? Come on down to The Doctor’s and I’ll heal you instantly. Don’t believe me just ask my good friend The Blizzard.”\n\n“This guy is the real deal and one cool guy.. I had cancer and the doctors said I had two months to live. Now I’m back in the game and feel as good as new.”\n\n“We only charge you half of what the hospital is going to charge you and accept your vow of allegiance as payment if you have the right powers. We heal both heroes and villains. We are located in the heart of New Kingdom and the Doctor is in. Call 1 855 555-1337 to book an appointment.”\n\nThe next day I had to have healed a hundred people. Like a snowball it just got bigger and bigger. Till I was walking down a line 10 blocks long just touching people to heal them while my now hundreds of loyal followers made sure no one left the line before paying. If they did well lets just say they had injuries that even me The Doctor couldn’t fix. \n\nThose were the days. Now I stay in my heavily armored penthouse all the time because if I’m not hounded by people to heal their runny noses then I’m being shot at by hitmen hired by Big Pharma. I sit down in front of my 292 inch 8K tv and think to myself life’s not that bad. I glance over and see the remote sitting there across the room and sigh."
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[WP]It's the final battle, you've gathered all of your allies, and your enemies theirs. You make your way towards your enemies, when suddenly boss music plays? You stop, it stops, you walk it starts? Wait a minute...
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"I look back at my army. \"Tell the band to not stop playing! Their jobs is to rally the troops for victory!\" \n\n\"Yes, Sir!\" My first lieutenant bellows out. \"Sound the drums and the trumpets! Do not stop playing! Our victory is at hand and we shall crush our enemies!\"\n\n\"Halt!\" I cry out. My army let's loose its fiercest battle cry. Beating their shields they taunt the enemy. A wave of arrows comes forth from the enemy lines. \n\n\"Charge! Show no mercy! Crush their skulls and soak the ground with the enemies blood!\" I yell as I kick the sides of my armored black horse prompting it to run faster; sword in my hand pointing forward as I ride into battle. \n\nA giant winged green beast appears over the horizon. It's clad in heavy, steel armor encrusted with precious jewels and gold. \n\n\"DRAGON!\" I hear one of my men cry out as the beast flys over head, breathing fire into my men. \n\n\"Focus all arrows and the beast! Release the battle trolls and show no mercy! This day will be ours!\" I rage in anger. The blood lust is heavy upon me. With fire in my eyes I lead my troops into the enemy lines striking down masses of orcs and goblins as I make my way to their king. \n\nThe evil King of my enemy spots me. Glowing with rage he orders his archers to target me. CRASH! The dragon falls from the sky knocking me off of my horse. One of my most skilled elven archers has struck the beast in his weak spot bringing him down upon me. My horse is dead but I survive unscathed. \n\nI stand up but I'm instantly struck with pain. Struggling, I fall to my knees. I look up and see an ugly greenish orc stating at me with hatred in his eyes. SLICE! His sword cuts off my head and I fall to the ground defeated.\n\nGame over! Flashes across the screen. \"Ahhhh,\" exclaims an unkempt teenage boy with shaggy hair and baggy clothes. \"I'm done with this game. Let's roll one up and sneak out while my parents are gone,\" he says to his friend laying on the couch. \n\n\"I thought you would never ask,\" answers his friend. \"Maybe we can finally beat this game high.\"\n\n\"Yes! I love playing video games when I'm stoned. But, first, we gets some cheetos and soda.\" The end?",
"A calm wind blows across the desolate land. The sun slowly sweeps across the earth’s surface revealing only the ashes of what once was a thriving village. Off in the distance, Red and white flags can be seen cresting the hill. War flags, signaling the arrival of the northern tribe. \n\nA soldier peering through binoculars turns and shouts “Enemy spotted!” \n\n“Thank you Watson, that’ll be all” I say as I turn toward my squadron. “Soldiers! Line up!” \n\nThe ragged men hobble to their feet. Some use their rifles as a crutch to bring them to a standing position, while others quickly finish tightening the bandages around their wounds. As the soldiers rise, a violin begins to play softly and can barely be heard over their movement.\n\n“I know this has been a long road” I remark as I grasp the hilt of the broadsword fixed to the belt on my hip. “I know that I have called upon you to fight for our tribe enough. But I must call on you once more.”\n\nThe volume of the music increases as percussion joins the melodic sounds of the stringed instrument. The flags of the northern tribe are flying higher now, and enemies on horseback can be seen swords drawn in the distance.\n\nOne soldier steps forward, “what’s even the point, captain? We’re all beaten to hell. Do you really think we can win?”\n\nI clear my throat as the volume of the music increases. “So long as we remain confident, anything is possible. We must not give up hope! We must fight on! For there are those counting on us to succeed. For there are those who gave their lives for us to get this far. Were their lives...” I trail off as the music is getting so loud I can’t even hear myself think. But as I start to say something to address the noise, it instantly stops. Soldiers stand before me, awaiting my orders.\n\nI clear my throat again and continue to speak. “Were their lives insignificant?” \n\nThe violin music starts up once again. “They were not! Their lives have meaning because we carry on their mission in their stead. So long as we fight, they will survive!” I draw my sword as the battle song continues to grow louder and louder. “Though the number of enemies has always exceeded our own, we refuse to give in!” \nAs the music continues to increase in volume, more and more puzzled expressions start to grow on the faces of the soldiers. I continue to speak, for my words can grant them the faith they need to win this battle.\n\n“We stand here today because my soldiers will not yield to the pressure of overwhelming odds.” \n\nThe puzzled expressions are growing fierce now. My words must be getting through to them!\n\n“We stand here today ready to fight because each and every one of you is a true warrior, with the skill of ten men! So what if the northern tribe has 50 soldiers? We can handle twice that many!”\n\nThe sound is so loud now I can barely comprehend what I’m saying, but my men seem to be responding well to it. I must continue.\n\n“Soldiers! Now is the time, ready your arms!”\n\nThe men lift their weapons, but their fierce expressions are growing concerned now. I mustn't let the group’s conviction waiver!\n\n“This land was once our home! Today is the day we take it back! Today is the day we charge! Today is the day we win!”\n\nThe music finally silences. The sun continues to rise, but all I see is darkness."
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[WP] Usually, the adult kidnaps the child. But in this case, it's the other way around, and the child has plans for what to do with the adult.
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"Mistress Mary quite contrary, \n\nHow does your garden grow?\n\nWith cockle shells and rosy thorns \n\nwrapped round us all in a row.\n\nMistress Mary, taught us fairly, \n\nHow did you make it snow?\n\nWith iron hand and fire brand, \n\nYou did make red rum flow.\n\nMistress Mary made us weary, \n\nWhat lesson did you sow?\n\nThat no one here will hear or care \n\nNo matter what we cry or crow.\n\nMistress Mary, bloody Mary, \n\nHow will your fate go?\n\nWith sharpened stone and whittled bone \n\nWe'll slash your eyes till we are done\n\nAnd even as the bell doth ring \n\nYour limbs and flesh apart we'll fling.\n\nMistress Mary, quite contrary, \n\nHow does our garden grow?\n\nWith silver bells and rosebud blooms \n\nAll feasting on you now."
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[WP] The council of cats has deemed you worthy and you are now a Knight Of Cats. They send you on the greatest mission of all time, to regain their stash of catnip from the evil human government.
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" I had been on many deadly missions for the council of cats, some more dangerous than others. But why they suddenly decided to make me a Knight of Cats was lost on me. \n\n \n And the mission seemed all to simple to be what it was. Catnip? But I was but a humble soldier, trained to do what my superiors ordered.\n\n\n\n As I readied my armor and weapons, I wondered whether I would return alive to see my love, Purrsipha. Many of my close friends advised me against this mission, even Purrsipha. But why would the council stab me in the back like that? After all, I was a good soldier. But enough of that, it was time.\n\n\n I set out of Catlantis with my small team of Ghosts.\nOur jet was in the air just before midnight. The council of cats wanted it to be a stealth mission. If everything went according to plan, we would be in and out before anyone could say \"catnip\". \"If\" it went according to plan.\n\n\n I always wondered why the feud between cats and humans started. I remember being told by some old feline that it had something to do with cats growing opposable thumbs and trying to take over or something, complete nonsense.\n\n\n The turbulence jerked me out of my daydream. We were there. \"The facility of human research\". Odd name for a place of death. We parachuted out of the jet, landing stealthily on the roof of the facility. \n\n\n We were rappelling down the side of the building when suddenly, I heard a loud \"bang\", closely followed by another one. Then I saw two of my teammates fall, their harnesses catching their lifeless bodies midair and dangling them like flies on a string.\n\n\n We were screwed. I fidgetted with my harness, trying to get out of it. It broke and I fell three stories onto a balcony, not before I heard another bang and felt shards of glass pierce my skin as the bullet ricocheted off the building. I felt blood run along my face as I stumbled up.\n\n\n Suddenly enough, I remembered the stories I had heard about the council of cats \"terminating inutile assets\" but had thought nothing of. \"Oh Purrsipha, I\nmessed up big time\"\n\n\n My leg hurt like hell but I had to get out. I ran like hell through the building only to realize I was a a mouse in a maze. Before I knew it, I was surrounded by enemies, in tears and had several bullets lodged in my armor.\nAs a gun was pointed in my face, I heard the word \"catnip\" echoing over and over again before a loud bang.\n\n\n I suddenly jerked awake. \"Whew\". It was only a dream.\nI'm still a human... But what??\nI had a song \"catnip\" playing on repeat throughout the night."
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[WP] The gods departed the heavens, every single one came to your doorstep. "We have lost complete control of humanity and have decided to pick one who we will grant with all the power and charisma to truly unite humanity. We have chosen you." The only concerning part is your criminal record length.
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"\"I don't know,\" I said. \"Didn't I read this in a book once?\" I was trying to fix coffee for seven gods. How do you fix coffee for gods? Do you break out the Jamaican roast? It was hard enough to get hold of that. With the bahamian deities still irritated about the Fyre festival nonsense, it didn't matter how many greenbacks with \"in gods we trust\" you shelled out, availability was a bitch. I didn't particularly *like* any of the gods, though, so Folgers it was.\n\n\"We have come to a quorum,\" said the white haired god. I didn't know his name. I was agnostic. I'd made a point never to learn. \"You are the best chance the world has for survival.\"\n\n\"As a god.\" I said.\n\n\"Well,\" Said the trickster--damn it, he was cute, all leathers and a nice longish mohawky thing--\"If you want to be technical you wouldn't be one. You'd just be the carrier of all of our power.\"\n\n\"Would I get a long life out of it?\" I asked.\n\n\"Oh, eternal, of course,\" He said.\n\n\"And something like omniscience?\" \n\n\"Comes with the territory,\" Said the love goddess. The rest of them I might muddy through but she was essentially a large pair of melons attached to a life support system, garbed in red silk. Her hips kept doing things that reminded me of toddlers wrestling in a burlap sack. \n\n\"So basically a god. You guys *do* know I just got out of prison for a ponzi scam?\" I said. \n\n\"Among other things,\" groused a boring looking diety in the back row. I wondered if we had a god of accounting. If so, he was scowling at me. \"I did not vote for you at first. I allowed Lasha to talk me into it.\"\n\nLasha was the trickster. I'd considered using him as a patron in my early career, before I decided that flagrant larceny, confidence artistry and general mayhem are better when you don't let the gods get their creepy fingers involved.\n\n\"And see where I sit,\" Lasha said, fluttering those big blue eyes at me. Damn, if I had those eyes I could have fleeced half of college. \"That just recommends you.\"\n\nThe coffee maker was finally gurgling right next to my deluxe all-in-one alchemy system. Gotta get your philosopher's stone in the AM, dontcha know, before that big commute. I leaned into the kitchen island, the better to look at the wolf-god, dontcha know. \"Why?\"\n\n\"Because, darling, we've *tried*. Everything. We've tried prophesies, we've tried chosen ones. We pulled some miracles out of our collective asses last year, with that reactor meltdown. Melusiphine keeps mopping up that garbage pile you lot threw in the ocean and she can't stay ahead of that *and* handle the oil spills. It's not working. We're talking one, maybe two generations tops, and then it's gonna be roasting time on the big cinder, and none of us are exactly packing a spaceship, you know?\"\n\n\"So what can I do?\" I said.\n\n\"Same thing you've always done, sweet cheeks. Con humanity into saving themselves. I'd do it but I don't have the context or perspective. We give you all the cards and all the tools and the big chair in the sky. You figure out how to get your fellow humans to stop fucking up by the numbers and destroying the planet in the process.\"\n\nI sighed. Omniscience sounded fun, as did immortality, but I knew people. My entire career was about knowing people. It was a lot easier to con somebody into financial disaster and violence than it was to get them to shape up. People *want* to set themselves on fire, you just have to give them a match and convince them that despite it being their hand, they're absolved of responsibility. Self destruction is easy, and lucrative. You'd think that self-improvement is the easiest game out there--the sucker game, where you go when you can't play anything bigger--but the reality is that nobody is actually working self-improvement. They're working dreams and ambition, selling you cotton candy fluff and your own imagination. Nobody ever *really* wants to change, so if you want to fleece the self improvement sheep, you just slip that change off the table. Slight of hand. First it's there and now it's gone, and instead of actual change and self-work, let's talk about protean powders and the meditation mantra I'm going to charge you fifty dollars for. These people--dieties, or whatever--were talking about the opposite. About making people *want* to change. *Want* to do the right thing. Collectively. I mean, there's cons, and then there's *cons*.\n\nAnd yet...it'd been a while. I'd really wanted to fly straight. But there's something about the game. Looking at the angles. Measuring people. Finding the kink in their armor--and that's not a mistake, sexy and kink does it where nothing else will--and running for it. Setting up the dominos, and then the sound and fury when it all finally falls. It's not about the money. It's about the game. The scary thing though, is that \"All the world's a stage\" ends with the loss of everything. And when you're talking to gods, getting that kind of literal isn't hyperbole. It's self preservation.\n\nAnd yet...\n\n\"The Marching Morons,\" I said, softly, looking into Lasha's gorgeous baby blues.\n\n\"Excuse me?\" Said the god of accountants. I'd have to look up who he really was.\n\n\"The story you guys remind me of. Future geniuses get a con artist from the past to commit genocide and get rid of the people who are too stupid to live. Which was most of the population. Then they dumped the little murderer in a spaceship and turned him into gravity jelly.\"\n\n\"All you have to do is say no,\" Lasha said. \"We'll find another artist for the show.\" \n\nI sighed. \"Don't bother.\" I poured my first cup of coffee as the world's first sucker deity. \"I'm in.\""
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[WP] “And they’re coming round the final bend now, it is absolutely neck and neck. 4 jockeys in the front pack, who’s gonna take it hom-.... What on ear-... Ladies and gentleman, they’ve just vanished, the- WHAT THE HELL IS THAT” A beam of light erupts out of the finish line..
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"“And they’re coming round the final bend now, it is absolutely neck and neck. 4 jockeys in the front pack, who’s gonna take it hom-.... What on ear-... Ladies and gentleman, they’ve just vanished, the- WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!!!\"\n\nFear is infectious. Fear is all encompassing, it crosses culture and boundaries, of all the emotions we humans know it is the most universal.\n\nThis fear was all of those things too of course, but most of all it was delicious. When the ground erupted in a beam of light and the 150,000 people packed into Churchill Downs were bombarded by the pure psychic force of four souls being utterly destroyed the result was complete pandemonium, a stampede to put any soccer match to shame.\n\nIn a 3rd row seat near the finish line Victor Emmanuel sat in perfect repose. Black pea coat arranged neatly, dark pants that had never seen a crease, hair just so. He didn't know what was louder, the screaming of the spectators all around him or the crashing psychic wail his spell had caused a moment ago, and frankly he didn't care. It was all the applause of a job well done. He could almost convince himself he'd meant for exactly this to happen.\n\n\"People please, do not panic!\" The announcer shouted across the PA system. \"Return to your seats! The police are on there way to restore order, remain calm, do not rush for the exits!\" It was no use. This fear was like no other.\n\nIt had been a near run thing. By the last lap Victor's knuckles had been white, gripping the arms of his seat like he had his lost lover (one of the reasons she had left him, although Victor would never recognize this.) Goddamnit, Steinhoff was supposed to WIN! He was the best jockey in the sport, however much you hated the man you couldn't take that away from him, so why was he 3 places back!\n\nTo see the man and horse come back from such a deficit, for four riders to pull abreast of each other until they could nearly touch...At the end Victor had seen the beauty of the sport. Maybe that's what she had seen.\n\nThat beauty made it all the sweeter to take it away from his rival. Steinhoff (Victor couldn't bring himself to personalize the man with his first name) had trained his whole life for this. It had been his greatest goal, and in some gilded box somewhere in this stadium he would have brought her along to watch. To gloat to in the aftermath, to parade through the endless photo ops. The trophy he'd won in his hands, the trophy he'd stolen on his arm.\n\nShe would have loved it. Well, wherever she was now she was screaming too. Victor smiled at that.\n\nThe announcer had continued in the background. Horses had scattered in panic across the track, men and women flooded the exits. Looking around Victor saw the bodies of those unfortunates who couldn't fight the crowd strewn about the stands like wreckage.\n\nIt had been a stroke of genius to implant the spell in the finish camera. He'd always had a flair for the theatrical, to steal a man's soul with the camera that caught his greatest triumph, how many in the world could achieve that? Three other mages? Five at most if one counted the Finn and the Angolan. His peers would be furious at his blatant display of The Power but they would come to understand. One didn't grow strong without being acquisitive and fiercely proud.\n\nSteinhoff had been in the lead at the end. Victor had seen it, his horse had pulled ahead of the other by a nose. The man's eyes had been so fiercely determined, the beast's wild. Who could have foreseen how close the race was? The souls of four horses and riders had overwhelmed the storage crystal he had hidden in the camera, what a glorious explosion! Shredding a soul like that was a new discovery in all this, one the other mages would thank him for. He could make them understand. They would see the knowledge he had gained for them, they would share in his techniques, it would be a bribe large enough that he would be safe. And if he wasn't...that was worth it too.\n\n\"Oh Genevieve!\" Victor thought. \"If I can't have you, no man will!\""
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[WP] Walking on an empty beach, you find a washed up flute / whistle on the sand. You clean it off, play a few notes... and something in the ocean begins to stir.
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"The next wave you see doesn't crash peacefully into the sand, but instead rises until it looks to be about ten feet tall. As it gets closer you begin to turn around and run, but looking back, the wave has stopped, standing in place at the place where the beach ends and sea begins. \n\nCurious, you slowly approach this wave, and as you do it's center begins to spin, like a small whirlpool forming inside. This whirlpool grows larger, forming what looks to be a glowing, oval doorway. \n\nYou stand there perplexed, and look at the flute and see an engraving near the mouthpiece, a spitting image of the wave door in front of you. You look into the wave, thinking; \"Why not?\", and walk through.\n\nYou find yourself on another beach, quite different from the one you left. The sands are an almost pure white, with little sky blue pebbles throughout. Beyond the sand you see a forest of what look like willow trees, with black leaves and white branches. A small house sits between the forest and beach, with a sign that reads \"People of the multiverse! Welcome!\" in white letters.\n\nCurious, you walk towards the house, small cyan crabs move out of your way as you step through the sands. The little house seemed new, made if the same white wood as the willows, the path leading up to the door made up of hundreds of the blue pebbles from the beach. You knock on the door, and hear what sounds like the trotting of a horse approaching it...."
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[WP] "Imagine it like The Truman Show meets The Matrix," explained the stranger. "Everything within this universe is just a program, except for you."
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"”Hey Steve, how are you?”\n\n”I'm doing fine Josh, and you?”\n\n”Fine, but I need to tell you something.”\n\n”Shoot.”\n\n”Have you ever seen the Truman Show?”\n\n”Yes.”\n\n”And what about the matrix?”\n\n”One of the best Keanu Reeves movies.”\n\n”You are kind of on something like that.”\n\n”Please explain.”\n\n”Everything and everyone around you is a program, except for you.”\n\n”So how did you break out?”\n\n”What do you mean by that?”\n\n”If it is like the Truman Show, but with no human error, then surely you telling me breaks the rules.”\n\n”I had not thought of that.”\n\n”So are you like some rogue AI or is this a final season where I get out?”\n\n”What does that question even mean?”\n\n”Is you telling me just you, or the entire world around me?”\n\n”I guess a bit of both, I had honestly expected more of a reaction like Truman or Neo.”\n\n”I accidentally put my face through a mirror when I was four. I have already figured out that this is at least virtual.”\n\n”This result was unexpected. If you are ever done with this place, just tell me.”\n\n”One more Christmas special, then this gets canceled.”",
"*So, where am I then?*\n\n“You’ll have to figure that out for yourself.”\n\n*I didn’t ask that out loud, did I?*\n\n“No, you didn’t. Come.” And just like that he walks off the sidewalk into traffic. \n\nBefore I can even clench, a pickup truck smashes into him, scattering violently into shimmering, chromatic code that assembles again on the other side. Seemingly unaffected, continuing at speed. \n\nMy body feels almost winded as my mind reels to process the imagery, and this time I hear him in my mind. \n\n“*I said come with me*.” As my feet drifted off the sidewalk without my aid, striding long into traffic, I could see the numb, unaware faces in the passing cars as if I wasn’t there. Like they couldn’t see me. As my body moved completely without my input.\n\nThen as they had with him, the vehicles scattered to intelligent particles rather than obliterating me outright. Passing through me like cold wind. \n\n*What is happening? Did you drug me?!*\n\n*”No. I’m just one of the more important programs. The body you use isn’t real, and by extension, isn’t even yours. It isn’t mine either, but it isn’t yours, I can assure you. I’m taking you to an archive, or sorts. Spare your questions for now. I just need you to focus on staying conscious.”*\n\n*Staying conscious?!*\n\nAs we drifted it slowly did feel like I was drugged. As small details in the corner of my eye would merge and drift apart. In parts, I would feel my equilibrium go, as my body floated across the street like some passing phantom. Passersby, undeterred by my haunting, carried on unbothered. \n\nAs we approached the exterior of the vast stone library, it too, like the cars, gave way to our approach. Blackening my vision to a stardust void of black and grey miasma as we phased through its walls. Rapidly, the world deteriorated around me, and my sense of it. \n\n“Why did you have to bring me here like this?!” I cried out reflexively, forgetting this stranger was already in my head. Who thus far has appeared a God in a world he’s exposing as false. \n\nAs the ocean of black gives way before me, opening slowly to a dull blue light. He spoke calmer now. \n\n“*There are many worse than me. Here you’ll meet others like me, before they come for you.”*\n\n*Who is “they”, and why are they coming for me?*\n\n*”Don’t worry about who. They want out. You’re the house and the key.”*",
"##Strange Day\n\nJohn Welker is walking back to his apartment from the subway station getting ready to pack it in for an exciting weekend of absolutely nothing. He walks within a stead stream of people facing forward and briskly walking to their destination. A man wearing a tattered t-shirt and jacket runs up to him and blocks his path.\n\n\"Thank god, I found you,\" he stutters while his hands vibrate. John tries to go around, but the man stops him, \"you are currently in a simulation. I am told to compare it to the The Truman Show or the Matrix. Everything around you is a program. You have to break free.\"\n\nThe man turns around and looks at nothing in the air before looking back at John.\n\n\"I have to go,\" the man runs off. John shrugs and walks back to his apartment. He cooks a light meal and turns on the television.\n\n\"I found you again,\" John hears that voice from the television. John turns around and sees that the man from earlier is on the screen.\n\n\"This apartment is not real. Nothing is real. Break free John,\" the man says. John sits down and watches the TV intently, \"you are currently serving a war with extradimensional beings. This is a distraction to keep your mind occupied while they extract vital information. I have bypassed their systems to your brain, but you have to break free.\"\n\nThe TV goes to static. John merely shrugs his shoulders and continues his mean. After dinner, he starts to read a mystery book his aunt got him for Christmas. She meant to give it to his cousin, but she mixed up the packages.\n\n*John it is me. There is little time left.*\n\nJohn looks around the room to find the man's physical body. No is there. The man will probably haunt his dreams later.\n\n*You cannot go to sleep. If you do, they will complete the extraction. Your name is not John Welker. You have to remember your name and say it out loud. Why do you think you have not spoken once during this whole simulation. If you talk, you will be able to say your name. Scream your name. Don't go to bed.*\n\nJohn put the book down. It has been a crazy day for John. He looks at the time and goes to shower while thinking about his name. His name is John, right? It can't be any other name or can it. John gets out of the shower and dries off. He looks in the mirror and opens his mouth. No sounds come out. John tries to speak, but he cannot. He hears something fall in the bedroom.\n\nHe creeps slowly in the room. A pillow fell off of his bed. John lets out a sigh of relief. He walks over and puts it on the bed. He lays down, and he falls asleep.\n\n---\n\nr/AstroRideWrites"
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[WP] "A spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down," she said, putting away a syringe, "in the most delightful way."
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"\"What do they call this one again?\" I asked, mainly to calm my nerves. \n \nJane and Michael seemed not to have noticed the question. They had dreamy, far away looks. Outside the crump, crump of German bombs dropped from zeppelins air raiding in the night sounded, closer this time than the last. The cacophony of aerial death seemed to register with the Banks siblings no more than my question had. No, their attention was on one thing and one thing only; the creature poised on an overstuffed and antique, but faded couch whose dark eyes shone in the gloom. \n \nHer smile was white like moonlight but with perfect teeth, some seeming almost too sharp. Dim candles flickered around the room casting shadows through furniture that had once been fit for a fine family, but now seemed decades out of date. Equally pale was the bit of skin which peaked from a high-necked Victorian gown buttoned all the way save for the penultimate clasp at her throat. Were it not for the incredible discomfort and dread I felt by that unnerving smile and dark eyes, eyes which seemed to take my measure in a tremulous heartbeat, I would have mistaken her for a manikin. There are paintings hanging in the Louvre which moved more than she, posed on that couch. \n \nMy companions just stared at her, mouths agog. I could hardly believe these were the Jane and Michael I worked alongside with at Lloyd's of London. During the daytime this brother and sister duo were a power couple dominating markets, brokering information, goods, and people globally like commodities to be bought and sold at will. They were whip smart, always nine steps ahead of their competitors and always with a trap set for a rival. When they invited me to join them for a night of fun as a reward for my particularly valuable service, I had assumed we would dine and drink at the finest clubs that London could offer. Perhaps we would indulge in some Eastern opiates, or an exotic Indian concoction. Never would I have imagined us in this dank sub-basement. Nor could I have conceived of their powerlessness and grand stupor as we stood in her lair. Tugging at the Windsor knot at my neck, I pulled it loose feeling the air stifling. \n \nShe let out a peal of laughter that was silvery and perfect, musical and entrancing in its quality. \n \n\"Why, they call it Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious of course. And it is *very* exciting,\" she said conspiratorially, moving a gloved hand to indicate a trio of syringes filled with a reddish dull liquid. \n \nHer movements were overly animated to the gesture but followed by immediate stillness. I found it alien and reminiscent of tales from a chap named Lovecraft I had read recently. \n \n\"I... I'm afraid this isn't for me,\" I stammered. \"Surely this is far too costly for a clerk of my station. Perhaps... perhaps I should retire for the evening.\" Outside the bang/crash of another German air bomb sounded, closer this time. Much closer. \n \nDust fell from the ceiling.\n \nHer smile never wavered. And her eyes, by God in His Heaven her eyes bore into me, cut right through me into my soul. My mind was screaming for me to run back up the staircase and out into the night. I desperately wanted to take my chances on the streets above, night raid be damned. But my body was languid and paralyzed. No, not paralyzed. I found myself taking a step closer to her. On her couch. \n \nHer smile grew wider. \n \n\"I only ask for a simple embrace for payment,\" she cooed into my ear as she jabbed the needle expertly into my forearm. When had I removed my coat and rolled up my sleeve? It felt like fire and ice flowing into my vein, but her grip was incredibly strong and she held me firm. She gave another musical peel of song-laugh as she held the empty syringe up to my face before discarding it over her shoulder. \"See? All done. Now, come and hold me darling...\" \n \nCold lips met my fever hot neck where the artery ran. I felt something sharp before a dullness settled over me. My heartbeat slowed and slowed, moving ever towards a ceasing finality that I though might be death. But she seemed to pull away at the last few moments before that inevitability might come. Her lips were ruby red, her skin was so pale as to be moonlight on snow. And her eyes, my God her eyes... I could not look away. I knew my soul was damned to be hers forever now. \n \n\"A spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down,\" she said, drawing a new syringe and beckoning Jane and Michael over. \"In the most delightful way.\""
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[WP] You are an immortal being that can’t die until everyone that remembered you is dead. You are currently hunting the last person.
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"They say every man dies twice - first, when the last breath escapes his mouth, and second, when his name is uttered for the last time. My last breathe left me long ago. My name, however, lingers. \n\nFools claim that immortality is a blessing; scholars contend that it is both a blessing and a curse. The wiser among them, however, admit that it is a curse alone, and nothing more. Foolishness is inherent; intelligence is learned; wisdom is earned. I have earned my wisdom.\n\nAnd in my wisdom I have seen the novelty of my curse wear off. Many individuals speak of the ‘Tree of Life’. My tree is a charred, hollow log, unending in height and propped up by mounds of dirt and ash. It is time that my tree is felled.\n\nAnd so, I render upon the world, my final deed. Not a benevolent deed, sadly, but one of necessity. I intend to accelerate my second death. I intend to pry my name from the lips of the last man who knows it. \n\n—\n\nIt has been a remarkable pursuit - the man is an admirable foe. Yet, it comes to an end, as all things shall. \n\nI happen upon him a quaint log cabin, nestled in a lush cradle of woods and foliage. As I approach the cabin, I breathe in the forest air, turning my face up to the scattered sunlight. I concede, there are some aspects of this life I may miss. I won’t miss them enough to prevent me from entering that cabin, however.\n\nI tear the door from its hinges, and step into the room. A modest fire sits in the hearth, spreading comforting warmth throughout the room. In the corner, sits the man, cowering, with his mouth mangled in a sneer of contempt. His eyes, however, yield fear.\n\nHe clutches a shotgun in both hands, holding it to his chest. He and I both know such a primitive weapon will not harm me. I smooth my shirt, and brace my gaze against his. He turns the shotgun towards himself. In his final breath, he curses me and my name.\n\n—\n\nThe birds flee the area, their cries echoing throughout the clearing. I sit at the table in the cabin, and turn my eyes to the window, observing the river flowing by outside. My name has been spoken for the final time, and my end is near. All that is left to do, is wait for it to arrive."
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[WP] As part of an excavation crew, you uncover an old clay vase, and find a genie inside. The genie states that one wish remains. When you ask “why not 3?” the genie states the first wish was for the creation of this universe. When you ask about the second wish, the genie looks very nervous.
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"“One wish remains,” said the genie.\n\n“One?” I asked, thinking I knew something of wishes, “Not three?”\n\n“One,” he nodded. “Two are spent and one remains.” \n\n“The First was the Word of Creation.” He spoke slowly, warming his voice from long disuse. “Let there be Light! and there was, and that first wish brought the whole of this Universe into being. A cataclysmic corruption of Time into Space, boiling ever outwards that unformed desire might have substance, that the uncounted fires of heaven might blaze through the void, birth rock, and wind, and fire and water, age upon age, billions upon billions, until this moment, and this tiny world, that I might be buried in its dirt where you have found me. And now you may make your wish.”\n\nHis voice rolled on, not louder, but fuller. In his breath I could hear distant thunder, the grinding of rocks far below, the boiling of ancient seas into dust. \n\n“All that is or ever was on this pale blue dot of a world, swept out on the far arm of a faintish galaxy in a lesser cluster on the fringe of the spreading wave of the Universe stems from that one first wish, and now you hold its power. What is your wish?”\n\nI pondered. Tales I knew of wishing were full of cynical twists from the ridiculous to the tragic, but always something to be wary of. Now confronted with the reality, I found my sense of scale was . . . inadequate. A million ducks notwithstanding, could I waste a wish of this scale on something as meager as Wealth? Would Power be a better choice? There are a thousand ways that could go wrong. Am I prepared for cosmic power? Would it drive me mad, leave me praying for death? I could barely comprehend the scope. There were too many choices.\n\n“What was the second wish?” I asked, stalling for time as much as hoping for clues. His face clouded and he looked away. A moment ago, this was the dude who lit the fuse on the big bang, and now he seemed embarrassed, maybe even afraid. Had I caught onto a thread? \n\n“I cannot say. Make your wish.”\n\n“What? After all of that fanfare about creation, suddenly you’re shy? C’mon, what was the second wish?” Maybe a pot of gold wasn’t the worst idea he had heard. “You can’t or you won’t?” Where had my fear gone? Suddenly I’m taking pokes at this otherworldly power as if we were on the schoolyard, daring him to prove he’s not chicken.\n\n“I may not speak of the second wish. It is forbidden. Make your wish.” \n\nArms folded and wreathed in smoke, he was finding his voice again, and his resolve. I was circling around on wisdom while I stalled. Wisdom seemed like a key to finding other things, like money and power, but also might offer ways out of a bad deal. His Creation speech had me thinking that he might be more straightforward, but I was pretty sure it pays to be cautious with wishes. After all, he still hadn’t said where the other guys ended up.\n\n“C’mon, gimme just a hint here. Was it the same guy who made the first wish? Was it here on Earth, even?” I was still hoping for another clue that would tell me just what kind of a genie I was dealing with here, as if there might be more than one kind. Plus the sudden stone wall had perked up a curiosity that I though long gone. Putting aside the surreal quality of the whole encounter, I was starting to enjoy the mystery.\n\n“The name of a wisher is forever hidden. The second wish is likewise forbidden. This is the oldest law of my kind and it cannot be broken. For time out of time I have waited. From the Dawn of Time until this moment in the dirt I have waited for the third wish. You have chosen in your heart, now speak the words and be done with it. MAKE YOUR WISH” \n\nOk, alright, unruffle your feathers,” I sounded braver that I felt. “I wish I knew what it is you’re hiding but I suppose I’ll Wish for Wisdom.”\n\nCold certainty prickled my scalp and tightened my throat as soon as the words were out. It wasn’t what I had meant to say, but I knew the truth as he whispered it. \n\n​\n\n“You wished to forget.”",
"I hid it from my fellow crewmates, I didn't want anyone to know there was a clay vase in the newly discovered underground monument of Cairo, Egypt. The excavation started when the edifice showed itself following a massive earthquake in the region, part of the land caved in and it made waves around the world.\n\nI found a genie inside the vase, the very one and it changes everything.\n\nI went to a remote location, an old hangar. Then I summoned the genie. I was surrounded by a micro cloud, with lightning and all the hijinks, it was fun to see it and it only lasted a fleeting moment then the transparent cosmic black genie appeared. It's body was filled with stars and nebulas if I'm not wrong.\n\nThe genie looked at my hand, I was holding the vase it can notice my visible nervousness. Then it talked to me.\n\n\"Do not drop the vase and cause me trouble, mortal. I've grown tired of fixing it.\"\n\n\"No, I-I wouldn't dream of it.\"\n\n\"Very well, ask for the third and final wish. For that is all that remains.\"\n\n\"Third? What happened to the 1st and 2nd?\" I was so confused.\n\n\"Do not ask for simple things and waste my time, ask what you desire.\" The genie's aura filled the place, I understood that my search for answers tested its patience.\n\nI've been a curious man all my life, it propelled me to pursue a career in excavation and preservation of rare artifacts, I accepted this contract as soon as I was asked for help, I didn't think I would find something so... Fictional.\n\nThe genie asked me not to waste its time. But I intend to find out what happened to the previous wishes. \"You must be tired, I can understand that. To know what I want I should know what the other wishes were used for.\"\n\nThe genie stilled for a moment. \"What you ask for is beyond your understanding, mortal, nonetheless I will tell you.\"\n\nIt stated the first wish was for the creation of this universe. I immediately became speechless, I was a man of science, even though I reserved my judgement for the supernatural and myths of the histories. But this is entirely unconventional. What caused the birth of the universe? The big bang, yes. But what caused the big bang? A simple wish? It was something I never dreamed of knowing.\n\nThe genie stood still, again, without a word after. As soon as I inquired about the second wish, the genie looked distinctly nervous. It was different sight to see, the same genie that looked like a menace moments before cowered in humility.\n\n\"What is it?\" I asked.\n\n\"The second wish, of course, was for the free will of all life in your universe.\"\n\n\"Is— that a bad thing?\"\n\n\"Not at all but it extinguished our race's ability to release free of the clutches of eternal servitude. It was an exchange.\"\n\nI did not know what to tell, I looked away. \"So I can't wish for your release?\"\n\nThe genie laughed aloud, \"Your empathy for something like me amazes me human, oh how the universe have expanded since.\" It smiled and looked up the roof of the hangar.\n\n\"Ask away the third wish, now you know the details, what do you wish for?\" The genie looked at me eagerly.\n\n\"I wish for the lasting peace in our world.\" There, I wished for it.\n\nI've seen enough chaos in the world, I do not want to ask for something so selfish and add to the top of it, I've seen what men would do if they'd found something priceless. That is why I stole the vase as soon as I figured out it isn't ordinary like the rest of the artifacts.\n\nThe genie smiled and said, \"It all came down to this in the end, I now understand everything. Your wish, mortal, is the ultimate destination for the universe and its eventual end.\"\n\n\"What do you mean? I don't get it. Did I do anything wrong?\"\n\n\"You've done what the fate had in store, it is all written. Your wish is done the moment you stopped asking.\"\n\n\"World peace has become possible? I don't feel anything?\" I asked curiously.\n\n\"You will and you will see more.\"\n\nThe genie started disappearing before me, along with the vase. I asked what's happening to it, it said its duties now lie on another universe. It said goodbye to me before it vanished completely.\n\nThe universe slowly stopped stretching, then it started crunching inwards. Sentient life forms will not notice it for centuries.\n\nr/FleetingScripts",
"\"The second?\" I know it's a question, as if he wants me to repeat myself. But it comes out with a dead end. \n\n\"The second.\" I agree. \n\n\"Well that's a story.\" \n\n\"A story.\" I agree again. At this point, the genie has found purchase on a nearby rock. Grains of sand dance upon is as they make their escape to the next pit over. \n\nThe genie, Emmanuel, as I have since learned his name, stays calm and quiet. The sand racing across the rock is louder than his breath. If the first wish was existence, what could the second wish be? My mind races. I feel like I am slowly approaching a lion: calm, big, demanding and threateningly. \n\n\"And the third wish?\" he says suddenly. His black pointed beard shifts suddenly, so that the point lines up with my shoes. My ears suddenly feel hot. Is he thinking about me? \n\n\"The third wish.\" Now I just feel stupid. \n\n\"The third wish, sire.\" \n\n\"Yes,\" I add. There is a sudden self-consciousness in my gut. It feels like a tiny girl that pulls a rope from both sides. How could I compare my wish with that of existence? I can't. \n\n\"Yes.\" I repeat. \n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"I wish...\" \n\n\"It shall be done.\"\n\n\"I haven't made my wish yet.\" \n\n\"I know.\" His first finger and his thumb hug his tiny black beard. \"I can wait.\" \n\n\"All night?\" \n\n\"All of life, my friend.\" \n\nThere is a sudden stillness in the air. A coolness in the desert breeze. My bones feel icy and my skin feels hot. The brain that sits above my shaggy black hair feels molten, melting in the cranium. I realize all of a sudden that this might be an illusion or a mirage. This genie might just be a mist of my imagination. The black hair could have belonged to my best friend, Raj, and his heavy twisted hands resemble Ira's. \n\n\"I wish,\" the confidence fills me, because I know this isn't real anymore. \"I wish for the princess' love.\" \n\nThe genie crosses his arms suddenly, the hands resting lightly on his biceps. His nod reveals the short black ponytail that sticks out of the back of his head. \n\n\"It is done.\"",
"\"Ok, remember, I didn't have a choice,\" said the Genie.\n\n\"About what?\"\n\n\"This vase I live in used to belong to this American real estate mogul. He gave it to his son decades ago as a birthday gift. The son put it away and forgot about it for years until he found it again in 2016.\"\n\n\"Who would forget about a vase with a Genie inside it?\"\n\n\"Well, he actually told me he thought it was a shit-hole vase so he just tossed it aside.\"\n\n\"What kind of psychopath would do that?\"\n\n\"I know right?! He also got a Ferrari and some underaged girls from his friend Jeffrey, so I guess some strange vase wasn't really on his 'wishlist', so to speak, haha.\"\n\n\"So what was the second wish?\"\n\n\"I remember that day. I was fast asleep like I'd been for decades when suddenly I felt this vibration and saw this bright orange light, which turned out to be the reflection off this strange man's hair. I suddenly appeared in a garish bathroom plated in gold. The smell was horrendous, a mix of roadkill and garlic. Smooth jazz played in the distance.\"\n\n\"What? Was he...\"\"\n\n\"On the toilet? Yes he certainly was.\"\n\n\"Why, do you know this man?\"\n\n\"I don't think so, but he sounds familiar.\"\n\n\"So I'm wafting in this stench, and I say my mandatory 'you have two more wishes'. The man was undecided on what to wish for. Days went by and he still couldn't make up his mind. Days later, he was in bed watching the news and President Obama was giving a State of the Union address. The man noticed the President's confidence and how admired he was by everyone, including the young blonde newscaster. He grew disgusted. Under his breath he quipped, 'I wish I were President, then people would like me.\"",
"the second wish he says, was to become whatever the third wish was.\n\nWhat? I don't understand? you ask\n\nhe says the second wish was to gain all the power of the third wish. I still do not fully know the outcome, and wont know until you command the third. \n\nso, what is your one remaining wish? the genie asks\n\nwill anything bad come out of this wish? nothing nefarious will happen to it? you ask fearfully\n\nthe genie laughs, they don't say be careful for what you wish for for nothing..\n\nyou ponder in a million thoughts, eternity? superhuman power? a cure for all diseases? endless possibilities run through your mind. the one thing that bothers you about all this is who will have power over my wish? the genie? or the one who asked the second wish?\n\nfinally, you come to a conclusion\n\nI want to become the god of this universe, the creator. to have all power over everything and anything. To hold all knowledge and create and control at my will\n\nthe genie looks confused, he asks nervously, are you sure?\n\nyes.. \n\nhe exhales, comes face to face with you and says \"finally.. someone to replace me. but, this is going to hurt\"\n\nfear fills you, you ask him what? you're god?\n\nbefore you can ask another question everything goes black, a deep dark black.\n\nyou are reduced to thoughts, no sensation of touch, no movement of breath. just thoughts\n\nhello? a strange voice comes from the darkness\n\nyou are too scared to respond, but eventfully you muster a response\n\nwho are you? you ask\n\nmy name is Lucifer, where am I? what have you done with me? \n\nthe name sends shivers through your mind\n\ndid you make a wish Lucifer? you ask\n\nA long time ago I did, but nothing ever came out of it. I gave up everything to make that one wish, my spot in heaven. is this finally it? he asks\n\nyour mind is filled with fear, you have just given the power of god to the one he hated the most\n\nwhat did you wish for? he asks\n\nyou go quite, scared to give any information that would unlock the powers he now has. \n\nyou say \"I asked to die\"\n\nwhat? he responds loud and angry\n\nI've died already, this is not it. what was your wish? he demands",
"I stood there contemplating what could make a genie nervous. I realized I wouldn't have long to wait as he floated down closer to eye level and began to speak softly. \"The first wish, what those among my people now refer to as 'Life', was made by a creature unlike any that could be described.\" \"Though his abilities were vast and powerful, he was still tragically alone.\" The genie continued. \n\n\n\"There were only 2 beings in existence in the early times, our race, born from the dark matter permeated throughout all things, and the lonely one.\" \"Even he doesn't know his own beginnings but he has wandered the stars beside us for as long as we can recall, always curious, always hungry for more.\" \n\n\n\"After many eons we found that our race could project our collective energies into one honorable volunteer. He would have to be confined in a special container that would ensure the powers held within could not rupture and cause chaos across the universe. He was the keeper of such force and would have the ability to bestow upon the lonely one, 3 events of such magnitude that even we ourselves couldn't possibly come to understand.\" \n\n\n\"It was during a brief stay on a rather dull and monotonous ball of rock that the head of our coalition presented the lonely one with the gift. Nothing more than a vessel made from the local terrain that had just the right properties to withhold the immense power within.\" \n\n\n\"We watched in earnest as he accepted the gift with much appreciation and upon the instructions given to him, he began to rub. A great mist formed and there was our elected guide floating as if a ghost in a volley of steam ready to do his first bidding.\" \n\n\n\"It was a tense moment as the lonely one pondered and finally responded with his desire.\" \n\n \n\"It is done.\" exclaimed the guide, now deeply concentrating on the vast lands around him. In a moment there was a great thunder and crackle of lightning, a bright light swept over the entire planet and then all was calm. \n\n\"Behold...\" spoke the guide as he gestured across what was now a rolling plain, filled with all manner of creatures and vegetation. \"you have set in motion a grand genesis of events. We will leave you to your new creations and after some time, may return to observe what may come of this.\" \n\n\n\"Thank you.\" the lonely one said, joy and pride beaming in his eyes. He couldn't wait to see what would transpire over the years. Boredom and curiosity both being satiated by the almost endless possibilities of what was to come. \n\n\nThe genie continued \"As time continued on in its endless cycle, however, the no-so-lonely one was now growing weary and tiresome of the constant battles and struggles of these evolved ones. Beings that no longer reveled in the joy of being alive and exploring all that was around them. He wondered where it had all gone so wrong and what his options may be to rectify it.\" \n\n\n\"It was while the not-so-lonely one was trying to deal with a rather upsetting sequence of events involving self-destruction of everything he had wished for, when we had returned to check upon his well-being.\" \n\n\n\"I grow angry and tired of their constant need for war and violence, the absolute inability to reason with anything beyond themselves. I find myself wanting to...start anew.\" exclaimed the not-so-lonely one. \n\n\n\"I know what I must do.\" He spoke softly. \n\n\n\"We could only watch as he rubbed the container again. The guide making his grand appearance even though it had been quite some time since his last attendance.\" \"What was to follow next, was why you see the concern and nervousness in my eyes, young one.\" \n\n\n\"We looked on in awe and fascination as the not-so-lonely one began to speak. Crafting his desire for what was to come. As the powers contained within began to focus on his words, those among us soon realized the horror of what was to be. While we may not have the foresight to imagine what could be done with such power in an almost empty universe, we still had the wherewithal to foresee what was about to happen and do what we could to intervene.\" \n\n\n\"To destroy the only one of his kind, the only one of his species to ever have existed, that ever will exist, it went against everything we had lived for. It tore at our sensibilities in ways we cannot fathom, but we had to rectify the wrong we had made possible. Life, no matter how it is created, deserves every chance to survive and grow.\" \n\n\n\"So you see, young one, this is why you must use the utmost caution when making the final wish because were it not for our intervention, your people would not exist to this day\" \n\n\nI stared for a moment, pondering, when I finally asked \"So what was so bad about that second wish?\" \n\n\nThe genie looked at me with those stern, magical eyes and said \"The first wish we called 'Life', the second one we now refer to as 'Food'.\" \n\n\n \n\n\nI'm not a writer, done one other piece here. I apologize in advance for any and all formatting/grammar/spelling issues. I had to give this one a shot though :)"
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[WP] Every alien/ space-age franchise isn't just for entertainment, it's a chronicle of every piece of their history throughout the universe. They are just trying to get us prepared for their return to Earth. The only reason you know this is because they land in your backyard...
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"-\"911, what's your emergency?\"- was the only thing Michael Jackdad could focus on if he wanted to keep himself sane. -\"Yes, I have a small... issue in my backyard right now\"- . It didn't describe a lot, but it was the only wording capable of mentally showing a bunch of small beings similar to E.T and multiple of his ripoffs trying to kill eachother with sticks they found lying around on his backyard. -\"Hey, you guys, cut it out! I'm in the middle of something important here!\"- , he tried to blurt out to no avail. These little suckers behaved like one had actually copied the other, and nothing was going to stop them.\n\n-\"Uhhh, this is a small emergency happening at Carpenter St. 1982, please hurry up\"- , was the best thing Mike could say before he realized what was happening. Every single alien movie. All of them real.\n\n As a relatively nerdy guy, Mike expected to be half-aware of what each new alien that popped up behaved like. As it turns out, **many** things had happened between the time those movies chronicled and now. And while it was admittedly *quite a bummer* to see the cuter ones trying to stab eachother with sticks and the random metal scrap here and there, it was certainly relieving to know that the... Creepier ones had changed their manners for good.\n\n-\"Please, hurry up, I don't think I can mantain this much longer\"- , he desperately pleaded before the gigantic shapeshifting meat mass behind him asked him if there was anything it could do to help in a growling voice. Suddenly, upon hearing The Thing, the feminine tone at the phone changed to one several times more masculine and serious. -\"All right, Mr. Jackdad, me and the boys at the CIA have done a wonderful team with NASA to predict where the first meteor was going to fall, and we got it right. Stay where you are, we'll be there soon.\"- . Michael was getting desperate. He was just some average 24 year old who had managed to get a house and a half-decent life without depending on his parents as he studied his first career at the near university. \n\nHowever, that was by **far** the most bizarre thing he'd seen up to now, so some space aliens weren't gonna be enough to bring him down. Reassured at himself, he left the phone as he told the CIA Agent that if he came in some minutes it'd be fine and hung up. -\"Hey, uhhh... I don't know why I expected you two guys to be fighting claws to tails, but those little guys are smarter than me or the blobby guy thought, and they are trying to get the poor meat guy burnt away. Because those little crackheads might have what it takes to blast this whole planet to kingdom come, I wouldn't mind if you guys lended me a hand... Or... Barbed tail or whatever\"- . God, weren't these guys meant to be fighting? Eh, whatever.\n\n Both entities growled and hissed back, before standing up from where they were and they joined him at the task of saving The Thing before the E.T gang got it roasted.\nWhile he *certainly* didn't expect to spend his Saturday night waiting for intelligence agencies to help him, the Yautja, and the Xenomorph calm down the little space goblins and save The Thing, it was quite a nice change of pace. Besides, didn't that terrible Tommy Lee Jones impersonator mention a \"first\" meteor? It seemed that Sunday was about to get even more interesting after all."
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[WP] Everyone thanks the mysterious hero who courses through the city and fights crime. Since he started, murder rated have gone down, and criminals seem to have gone into hiding. Turns out you're a very proficient serial killer who just really hates organized crime.
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"They're scared. Of course they are. They could have been human but they chose to live like rats instead, scavenging and gnawing on the reserves of this city. Like ticks, they consume the lifeblood of the community and spread filth and disease in their wake.\n\nThey are rats and vermin and I hunt them like the pests they are. \n\nWhat I do is not murder. It is extermination. Orders are whispered in my ear, a guiding hand on my shoulder. No death is too good for those who would prey on the lowest of the low. Poisons, drowning, crushing, glue.\n\nBigger mousetraps for bigger rats.\n\nI move about the city each day, listening to its voices. There is fear of the predator who smashes apart their sordid enterprises and picks them off one by one. Awe for the city's protector who punishes the wicked but shows no kind face to the innocent. A creeping dread of what it means for a city when its rule of law lies in the hands of someone who works in a mask and shadows.\n\nOnce, I might have regretted that they did not love me. But no longer. Fear and awe have been part of worship from the very beginning, and it pleases my lord to be worshipped. \n\nI serve Our Lord of Masks and Shadows. I sacrifice the vermin of my city to him. And on the day my service is done and I become him in truth, I will take the hand of the next person to be my lord and whisper my orders in their ear."
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[WP] Our hero was not a knight in shining armor, but a beast of unimaginable power. The one person who gained its respect, its caretaker, now lies in a pool of their own blood, with a blade submerged in their chest.
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"The dragon stood over her body... silent as the mercenaries jeered and mocked his suffering. They had gained the king and kingdom's favor by promising to kill him, the oh so dreadful beast. It would have been fine... they never could have killed him and he was going to protect her, just as she had protected him. She had found him as a little girl and instead of fear in her eyes that day, he had seen only loneliness. She and him became friends and she even found him another spot deeper in the woods so that the knights and other \"warriors\" could never find him. She told him of her abusive family and how her father practically sold her off to any man who wanted her. He wished he could comfort her with words but what little signs of understanding and compassion he showed seemed to be enough, she'd always come back and bring food and more stories, sometimes good and sometimes bad. He vowed to protect her should she choose to stay with him. Then one day she didn't come back and he began to worry. So he used a small amount of power to see through a bird's eyes near the closest village, he assumed that's where she must be. What he saw then enraged him beyond human comprehension, there were armored men in the village beating and robbing it's residents. Somewhere in the fray he could hear the girl's voice, screaming in agony. He ran faster than he had ever before, but once he had reached the village he could feel that something had changed. As he approached the village a larger man wearing armor bellowed some sarcastic greeting and approached the dragon, dragging his friend by the hair. He could barely hear the mercenary's words, his ears rung and his vision blurred. She loved her race, despite the things they'd done to her, she'd always said that. He knew she would ask, probably beg, him not to do what he knew he was about to, but any restraint he had was ripped from his mind the moment the mercenary ran her through with his sword. Right before her soul left, she looked up at him, wanting him to spare them but knowing what was about to happen and understanding perfectly why. The dragon let out not a roar but a sound indescribable by man, making even the leader of the mercenaries stop in his tracks, they had thought they could kill him easily, that he was just like any normal beast to be slain, they were wrong. He was older than even the universe, he had sat dormant for a length of time only known by beings beyond human comprehension and now the only joy he had ever felt had been ripped away from him by people who only cared about money, sex, and cruelty. As his eyes turned a black that was blacker than the depths of the cosmos, the screams and then croaks of the mercenaries faded into oblivion, trapped in a life of suffering that the being had made in the moment. The being then noticed similar events happening all around the kingdom, this mercenary group was much larger than just the ones that had attacked the village near him. He reached out further and touched their minds. Long, black tendrils wrapping themselves around each of their fragile consciousnesses. Some saw where they were going and took their own lives, the unlucky ones didn't have the time and where converted into bumbling zombies, trapped in their mind while their body began to destroy itself. The being then turned his attention back to the girl. He gently picked her body up and checked to see if her soul had gone to a good place, it had. He was glad for that. He buried her in a temple only known to him and even now sits there, guarding it and her from anyone who would dare disturb her again."
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[WP] The names of people in your homeland are developed over time. syllables are earned, and some sounds are more sought after than others. You strive to earn the most unusual name of all.
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"It's a strange place indeed, my little hometown. It's like any other little towns in the world with one peculiar exception, names are a privilege. Like sports car, or luxury watches, or branded items names are status symbol in our little society. In short, names become commodities. \n\nEverybody who was born here receives 1 syllable when they were born. It certainly makes so much confusion, so parents are so persistent in getting more syllables for their children. They are given more usually during birthdays. Syllables are sold in stores like rare trading cards. I remember when I was younger I would go to a name store every weekend window shopping. Just marveling at the rare and expensive syllables, even full names sold at the store. I always wanted \"Xa-\" added to my name, I thought it was cool. \n\nGrowing up my family never had a lot of money, never was for generations back. My dad and mom are named \"Di-\" and \"La-\", the syllables they were born with even until now. I was born with the name \"De-\" and remained so for years and years. Other kids used to make fun of me for not having longer names. In elementary school there were already kids with full unique beautiful names, like \"Areador\" or \"Lexarte\". Rich parents and all. Funny one I remember, I used to know a kid named \"Grickard\". He wanted to be \"Rickard\" but the syllable \"Gri-\" was cheaper so he went with that.\n\nI was never pushy to my parents. I always wanted a longer name but I knew we couldn't afford it so I kept my concern to myself. But now that I'm older and making my own living, I was dead set of getting a full name. Fortunately I work in the name bank, where people come to buy, sell, and trade syllables. Yes we can trade syllables. We even loan sought after syllables to local celebrities. \n\nIt started with any random syllables I could get my hands on. At one time I was \"Dedo\" then I was \"Dedomo\". People laugh at it but they remember me better for having a funny name. It then grew to become an obsession. What if I come up with the most ridiculous names of all? The thought of it made me giddy. I could be the most famous person in the town. So I set to fulfill this ambition.\n\nIt took a long time. 5 years in fact. I bought some syllables, I searched for some specific ones, I traded some with customers of the bank, I delved into the underground black market. It had been quite the task, but alas in the end I did it! And as I had expected everybody wanted to meet the man with the town's most ridiculous name. I got it registered, even got into the town's museum of names. So here I am. Please to meet you, I'm Hess Tague ShaUnique Van Donby D'River Alegria McK'Ayy Macarena."
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[WP] You were born with a superpower - everytime you touch someones tombstone, you can see their entire life until death. You are wandering through the cemetery, and you stumble upon a empty grave with your name written on the tombstone...
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"I had Insomnia and so, I decided to wander around aimlessly, how did I end up in a Graveyard? I'll never remember. **But I was here now.**\n\nI shuffled forward as if pushed forward subconsciously by some invisible instinct to walk. The air was heavy and musty, smelling of moss and decay. The silence was heavy and yet delicate at the same time.\n\nIt was Melancholy, I felt nervous, as if I was being watched. But I also felt compelled to walk forward. I shivered, being only dressed in a Fur Coat with the Hood Up, Blue and Black Stripped Shirt, Blue Jeans and Hiking Boots...\n\nI glanced to my left and then to my right, the trees were old and sagging, blanketed in moss and vines that crept upwards. The Moon hung in sky like an ominous warning. \n\nLittle did everyone know, I wasn't normal. I could see when people were going to die and I could see how their life played out UP to that point. And here I was, in a Graveyard. Coincidence? I didn't really put much thought into it. \n\nI continued to walk. Looking at and examining all the gravestones until I finally reached one at the back of the lot. My eyes peering around as they adjusted and I finally saw my name. \"Here Lies...\" I blinked and instinctively covered my mouth.\n\nI pressed my hand to it to feel it and ended up watching as my life flashed before my eyes, my brain was overloading and my head was spinning.\n\n*I saw it all... and then I passed out, right there in front of my Gravestone in the middle of that Graveyard.*",
"A vivid billboard, in contrast to the overcast sky above, hangs over the nearby freeway at the entrance to the gleaming downtown area across the bay: On it, a smiling caped hero, stretching his arm out as if to take your hand, numerous other famous heroes arm-in-arm behind him. \n\n*Heroes. Salvation.*\n\n*“Welcome to Sanctuary, where all are free.”*\n\nYou remember the ad campaigns. A new city built as a paragon of virtue, with utopian ideals in mind.\n\n*Freedom of choice, freedom from poverty, freedom under the vigil of The Guardians.*\n\n*Safe. Equal. Sanctuary.*\n\nThat was the promise. To their credit, years of prosperity followed and the city and surrounding area boomed in both population and size.\n\nProsperity.\n\nAnd yet, here you are: its antithesis.\n\nYou walk through the new graveyard, tired, weary, the tombstones marking their names: Tempora, Mercer, Construct, the rest. One by one, you glance over the crudely-carved stones bearing their names. Culminating in your own.\n\n“Elizabeth. What is this.”\n\nThe voice that comes from afar holds a chilling, haunting tone. One of resolute disappointment, yet wavering. One of sorrow, yet anger.\n\nAs her footsteps grow closer, you see her face bears the trappings of the same emotions.\n\n“Steph. Good to see you again,” you smile. “It’s been a while.”\n\nThe chilling gust of wind makes you wrap your collar tighter around you. Dry leaves continue to rustle between the two of you.\n\nShe surveys the scene before her with solemn curiosity.\n\n“What did you see?”\n\n“The end.”\n\n“The end of what, Liz?” Her voice is gentle, yet cautious.\n\n“All of us. I need your help.”\n\nShe seems to flicker in and out of existence, but for a moment.\n\n“Everything’s the same, Liz. Stop this. Come back to us.”\n\nYou step closer.\n\n“Sis. I told you. I need your help.”\n\nShe hesitates but takes a step further back as you continue approaching.\n\n“Don’t do this, Liz. It’s not too late.” The wind drowns out her wavering voice as tears form in her eyes. “Please Liz. Please.”\n\nYou lunge, dagger in hand, but you’re hampered by your new makeshift armor, being careful to protect it. She dodges swiftly.\n\n“Liz. Please. I’ve been here. I know.”\n\n“You know nothing. I need you to accept what’s to come.” You toss an elbow in her direction as you spin the dagger to the opposite side.\n\n“Elizabeth. Listen to me.” Another swift dodge. “We can help you. Solace will gladly come out of retirement to help heal you.”\n\n“I’m about to heal myself, Steph. I’m about to heal all of us.” You gesture toward the city mid-sentence.\n\nAs you spit out the last words, you continue to strike at her. Once again, she blocks.\n\nBut you know her pressure points, and you know that there is a reason no one has gotten as close to her as she just allowed her sister to be.\n\nYou feint right to strike left. It connects.\n\nWith each blow, your background changes. A left hook to the jaw: large feathered beasts roar with surprise at your intrusion. You struggle to adjust to the new concentration of oxygen but so does she. The added weight strapped to you makes your motions less fluid then you practiced, but no less effective. Gasping for air, you deliver a knee to her left ribs and she doubles over: workers move quickly in the background, assembling the bones of skyscrapers currently under construction. She manages to disarm you and your dagger flies off to the side as she hits you in the abdomen but her resolve wavers. An elbow to the diaphragm from you sends her reeling: the same bastions to human progress now in ruin and decay with no living being in sight.\n\nShe staggers backward, takes in her surroundings, and freezes.\n\n“This.. this is new. Lizzie. What... what is this.” Fear hangs in her voice.\n\nBattered and worn, you muster the last of your strength and take the opportunity to strike, delivering an elbow to the back of her head as she looked away.\n\nThe attack connects, and she falls to the ground with a yell of surprise. The background flickers in that moment, but stays the same, having stunned its manipulator. You stand over her, exhausted, breathing heavily and remembering your next move. \n\nShe is motionless, lying on her right hip with her hands extended to the ground, face buried in her chest, her breathing loud and gasping.\n\nAs you ready a final blow, she vanishes, leaving you alone with the last vestiges of humanity crumbling in the background.\n\nAs she disappears, she simultaneously appears behind you with the others in tow. She already looks as if she’s recovered.\n\nA caped hero, features worn and tired since that billboard was made, surveys the scene as he speaks: “This ends now Foreseer, you are in violation -” his voice trails off. “Tempora. What... what is this.”\n\nHe sees you and recognition washes over his face as its color drains.\n\n“I told you, this isn’t right. This isn’t what was.” She looks at you with confusion. “But you can only *see* time, you can’t move between it.”\n\n“I can see *timelines,* sis. Past and future. You only move where I design. Welcome to the end, ladies and gentlemen.” You give a mock bow. \n\nAs the heroes surround you, you smile your sinister smile and reveal enough explosive ordinance strapped to you to clear a city block.\n\nYou make your move before anyone can react. \n\n“No heroes, no salvation.”\n\nA deafening roar. Then, silence.",
"It was a depressing job being a hero. Every week you were attending another funeral. Whether it was for a comrade or civilian, the job always had a casualty. That’s why I was here, I wasn’t a superhero, but they respected me as if I was one. I would touch the tombstone of the fallen person, offering comfort to the people in attendance. I would share personal stories, express their feelings towards their loved ones. Most importantly, I would show them a life well lived.\n\n \n\nIt was like opening a book. You would drag your fingers against the stone and suddenly be greeted with the memories of the fallen. Sure, not every life was great, but even the saddest person laughs occasionally. You could pick and choose what memories to share, and often the crowd would leave content. I couldn’t remove their grief completely, but I could at the very least put a pillow between them and the crushing weight in their hearts.\n\n \n\nToday someone had called me to read the memories of a villain. It was strange that a villain of all people would get such a service. Perhaps the police were hoping I might find evidence in my reading? Not that it mattered, I would be told more when I arrived. I strolled through the cemetery only to stop at a new grave. Usually the sight of an open grave wouldn’t stop me, but this one was strange. A large hole before the tombstone and not a person in sight.\n\n \n\nI glanced around before approaching the grave, crouching before the tombstone. The name on the tomb caused my heart to jump. It was my own name, and the date marked was today. It must have been a joke or a strange coincidence. My gut told me to leave, to go find someone to question, but my curiosity got the better of me. I pressed my finger against the tomb, waiting to see what it would reveal.\n\n It wasn’t much of a surprise. They were my memories, every memory that flashed before my eyes was one I had been in attendance for. It was nice in a way, an out-of-body experience one couldn’t replicate. I was a fly on the wall, watching over my memories, finding myself smiling as certain memories triggered those same emotions I had felt. The one that made me smile the most was my first day of school, my arms wrapped around my parents, embracing them in a loving hug before saying my goodbyes. It was like I was a child again.\n\n \n\nHow I missed my parents. I took my time letting the memories flow past, if this had been any other person I would have been quickly flicking through these memories, but since they were my own, they enthralled me. The memories slowly trickled through my mind, each one warming my heart. It was comforting. If I ever needed proof that I had lived a good life, this was it. You tend to lose track of the good things in life. You get so stuck in the present horribleness of it all without reflecting on just how beautiful things could be.\n\n \n\nLike any wonderful film, it needed an ending. That part confused me; I was very much alive. The scenes flickered to earlier that day; me standing before the hole, before leaning forward to touch the grave. That’s when I noticed him. A man in a blood red mask, a tear plastered under his right eye. He held a blade in his hand, and that’s when I felt it. That sudden fiery feeling as it pierced my stomach. The memories slowly crawled away from my sight as it broke me out of the trance, collapsing over my tombstone.\n\n \n\n“A smiling face doesn’t suit a funeral. The families of those we kill are meant to be miserable. I wish to take away their happiness, starting with you.”\n\n \n\nWith that, the man grabbed my shoulders, pulling me from the tombstone and into the hole. He should have been dead. Was it all a trick? I should have trusted my gut. Laying in the hole, I felt a strange wave of emotion flush over me, my lips curling into a smile. At least I had lived a good life.\n\n \n \n \n\n(If you enjoyed this feel free to check out my subreddit /r/Sadnesslaughs where I'll be posting more of my writing.)",
"I will never forget the first time. \n\nMe and the bunch came down here late last October to have some fun. Y’know, let’s go hang in the cemetery on Halloween, kinda stuff. As we were having a few drinks and a few laughs, I lazily decided to park my weight against a nearby headstone. \n\nIt happened in a flash. \n\nI felt my body stiffen. I couldn’t move a muscle. In a flash of white, the cemetery dissolved around me, and all of a sudden, I was born. My parents named me William Cantebury, after my grandfather. Then I was 5, being shown how to milk the cows and sheer the sheep and collect the eggs. Then I was 9, and I remember mother and father discussing the newly elected President Taft. Then I was 16, being drafted into the army to go fight in the Great War. I landed on the beach with my troop.\n\nThen I was back in the cemetery. My friends were all staring at me. Looked like they’d seen a ghost. What I didn't know then, was that they weren’t far off. All the blood had drained from my face and I was sheet white. \n\n“All good, mate?” asked Jules. “Maybe slow down on those beers, eh?” \n\nI lowered my head slowly and saw that my hand was still in contact with the tombstone. I looked down and read the name. \n\nI’m ashamed to admit that what I read caused me to bolt from that scene, but remember, it was the first time. I don’t know what I expected to see, but reading William Cantebury 1899-1915 struck me with so many fast, aggressive emotions, that I needed to get out of there.\n\nThat was almost a year ago, and here I am, back at that same cemetery. I’ve been here a lot this past year. I’ve learned that I have this ability to see the lives of those who’ve passed on. I can see through their eyes, and learn from their lessons, feel how they felt. I feel their joy as they celebrate; their fear as they struggle; their desire as they yearn. For those moments, their lives are celebrated once more.\n\nI didn’t expect to be here tonight, but circumstances being what they are…\n\nAs I walk through the rows of now familiar names, the sun says it’s final goodnight as it tucks itself under the horizon. Although my abilities work at all times throughout the day, I’ve noticed that my visions are clearer and stronger at night. The shadows cast by the low light expand into all-encompassing darkness as I continue my trek, the crunching of autumn leaves the only sound. \n\nThe only light? A small burning candle sitting atop a lone headstone at the very end of a row, way in the back.\n\nI make my way towards the light, passing other tombstones, names I’ve come to know. Dates I’ve taken the time to investigate. But this stone, this lone stone with a candle shone. It’s newer, having been made within the last week. As I approach, I can begin to see the outline of the big empty space in front. The empty grave was also fresh, the scent of freshly tilled earth filling my nostrils. \n\nI come to a stop, standing in front of the openness. They say if you stare into the void long enough, the void starts to stare back. Well, I’ve been staring into the void for about a year now, and here it is, staring back at me.\n\nThe headstone reads my own name. Robert Canal. In big, block letters carved into the stone. A feeling of great sorrow washes over me, but I can’t help but smile. I slowly walk around the empty grave, towards the candle, towards the headstone. Against it’s right side, I slowly sit down on the cold, October ground, rest my back up against the stone, and lay my hands on it. \n\nThe familiar flash of white, the world dissolves, and I’m born again, for the hundredth time. My parents named me Robert Canal. Then I was 5, and my father was teaching me to ride a bike down our suburban street. Then I was 16, smoking pot for the first time and coughing up a lung. Then I was 18, graduating high school and getting ready for college. Then I was 22, meeting and falling in love with the girl of my dreams. Then I was 25, and it was our wedding day. Then I was 28, and the doctor told my wife to push one last time. Then he was born. We named him Robert Canal Jr. \n\nThen I was 33, and I was teaching my son to ride a bike down our suburban street. Then I was 44, teaching my son the dos and dont’s of smoking pot. Then I was 46, watching him graduate high school and getting ready for college. Then I was 47, and the doctor told me it’s cancer.\n\nI take my hand off the tombstone. I smile again, thankful for my gift. \n\n“I’m gonna miss you, dad.”"
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[WP] The superhero agency is full of talented heroes and heroines, from fire breathers, to telekinetic powerhouses. Many new recruits try joining their ranks every year, but you stand out, since you possess the power of the Toon Force.
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"I sat back in my seat, bag of popcorn appearing before me. My power had its benefits, one of which was that I always received items that made the setting clear. The lights dimmed and I shoveled a handful of popcorn into my mouth. \n\nA man stepped onto the stage, trying too hard to have the \"friendly neighborhood superhero\" thing going on. Spandex, red undies outside of the pants, everything. \n\nA low rumble started of the presentation hype music started. \"Welcome, one and all.\" His voice was the definition of confidence. \"I stand before you, the selected representatives of all the auditions we have received, for you thirty-eight, are the best of the best!\" I shoveled another handful of popcorn into my mouth. \"Now, to start us off, I would like to invite each of you to come on stage and introduce yourselves, your power, and your new identity to the group, do I have-\" \n\nBefore he could finish that power my power took hold. I heard a zipping sound as a borderline teleported onto the stage and grabbed the mic. \"Hi! hi... Um... My name is Toonie... No, that's dumb. Mr. Toonerific? No, The Toonster! Ya, That's it. I'm-\" I struck a pose with my right leg up in an angle, arms spread and flexing, and in a booming voice that I made overly confident in a parody of our undies wearing guide, \"The Toonster.\" I waited for the applause, only to be met with a cough and literally crickets. \n\nI laughed and did the hand wave thing that said 'you guys are too much, and I'm way too confident.' and went on, \"my power is simple, I wield the Toon Force. Basically, if it would happen in a cartoon, then I am almost FORCED into doing it, and reality is bent to allow me to do it.\" The audience still looked confused. \"BASICALLY!\" I dragged on, \"Take my introduction for example. My power allowed me to move faster than any speedster to grab this mic, something no SANE human would ever do! Honestly, I don't think I could have stopped it if I tried. The same works with hits and damage too. I take a bullet like I'm made of rubber, I get crushed like wile e coyote, and I take an explosion like Tom the cat. Basically, I'm invincible, and if I get vaporized by something, I magically appear the next day.\"\n\nSomeone raised their hand in the crowd and I pointed to him. \"Yes, you!.\" spot lights focused on him, which was impressive considering this room didn't have spotlights.\n\n\"Um ya, so can you... go against the power, or does it control you?\" He asked.\n\n\"Even if I resist it, SOMETHING ends up happening.\" I said. \"If I ignored the mic, I would have likely been sprung from my seat state onto the stage and ended up dizzy and with the mic in my hand. The script, as I've taken to calling it, doesn't let me ignore a call to action. Best part about the power is that nothing is uncertain. If I need to be somewhere, radios and TVs turn on telling me where to go.\"\n\nSuddenly, right on cue, an announcement started playing. \"Red alert, Red alert, all staff exit the building, we have a code red, all powered individuals are expected are expected to help.\" \n\nI laughed, \"And that would be our cue, time to go save some lives. I said, handing the mic off to the hero hosting and strutting out of the door.",
"“Powerhouse?” says the Firelord, reading over the list, red cape waving behind him.\n\n“Here!” says a man beside me, at least a foot taller and solid muscle. Definitely got lucky with that superpower.\n\n“Lady Light?” \n\n“Here!” says another girl in line, this one dressed in bright whites and holding a large staff with a reflective mirror on top.\n\n“Alright, that’s everyone on the list. Anyone I missed?”\n\n“Uh, right here sir,” I say. “I’m Looney.” \n“What do you do?”\n\n“Well, uh… I can make a mallet that looks massive, or drop anvils that turn people into pancakes, and uh… some other things.” \nFirelord looks back at me, clearly wondering how I got that power. At just over 5 ft and lightly overweight, I’m not much to look at, and Firelord’s glare seems to remind me of such.\n\nFirelord readjusts his skull mask, looking down the line of heroes. Powerhouse readjusts his position, trying to appear tall and regal. I continue looking down, sensing Firelord’s glare.\n\n“Anyways, today is your first day at the superhero agency. As superheroes individuals, you are required at least 2 years of participation to graduate and be able to use your powers legally outside the area. As you likely noticed from the way here, this compound is deep in the desert and far from supervillain and civilian eyes for your own protection. Not that you’d need it, we have a rather low casualty rate.”\n\n*Rather low? That’s doesn’t sound good,* I think to myself. I listen back in as the Firelord continues, this time talking about amenities and mandatory physical education. I look down the line and see half the new heroes looking happy for exercise, the other half, including myself, less than stoked.\n\nFirelord walks away from the group, talking about continued activities, and the group mindlessly follows him. I follow slowly behind with another man, one with lizardlike eyes and a short tail. \n\n“Hey, what’s your power?” I ask.\n\n“I eat people who assssssk my powerssss,” the man responds with a serpentine lisp, then walks back into the rest of the group.\n\nSo much for making friends, I think to myself, and rush up to the group as they approach a tall cement building. As we approach, Firelord says “Watch your step. There’s another group practicing,” and opens the room to a blast of gunfire, while flame narrowly misses the front of the group.\n\nI did not sign up for this.\n\nTO BE CONTINUED"
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[WP] Your sarcasm and devil-may-care attitude have finally gone too far for your sensitive poetry instructor. Your end of semester grade hangs just below passing, and to your disdain, he’s willing to give you the extra credit, if you participate in this year’s annual poetry slam.
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"A man in a turtle neck sweater and glassed cleared his throat, leaning towards the microphone. “Is everyone ready to...” he leaned in closer and whispered. *”rumble?”* A mild golf clap came from the crowd. The man nodded and spoke again. “We will be having our natural wonders segment, followed by our beasts and beauty segment. Then we’ll finish it off with some lovely, light hearted limericks.” The man smiled, and the crowd offered a polite chuckle at his clever alliteration. “Up first, we have a poem from Emma Mayberry.” Emma stepped up to the microphone. “The trees waver in the wind. The creek babbles quietly. The birds sing in the trees. And yet society drowns out their sounds.” She bowed, and the crowd nodded thoughtfully.” The man spoke again. “Next up, we have Noah Bryson.” Noah walked over, gave a half bow, and said his poem. More nods. More golf claps. The man stepped back up the microphone and spoke to the crowd. “Now we have our next segment: Beasts and Beauty. Here it says our first poet is Mike Coxlong-“ the man grew red in the face before briskly walking away. I tapped the microphone to check if it was working, and continued with my poem. “My name is dog, and in the day, I watch my owners go away. Where they may go, I no not. But they’ll come back. They’re all I’ve got...” more nods and some “aw...”s from the crowd. But I wasn’t finished. “Why do they leave? I do not know. Why do they leave me to and fro? It is so strange, I must admit. I do not know why they do it. To cope with feeling, and deal with it, I jump up upon their bed and lay a massive shit-“ the man grabbed the microphone from my hands, at a loss for words. I bowed, flipped him and the crowd off, and ran out the doors."
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[WP] You’re the first tamer to discover that the beginner monster, a slime, becomes a shape-shifting god when max level.
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"Greeting, readers. I was born as Theodore “Theo” Lambertson. I am writing this along with my partner Rhea as an introduction to this training manual to share with you a bit of my story. \n\nTo start, I am not originally from this world. I was killed back in my homeworld in what was called a school shooting. Despite my best efforts, one of the intruders found and killed me. The next thing I knew I was lying on some soft green grass in the middle of a forest. \n\nAfter the shock of being killed wore off, I decided to do some exploring. Eventually I found a small town. I pretended to have amnesia and discovered that I was in a world called Rathorea in a kingdom called the Raithen Kingdom. \n\nThe tavernskeep took pity on me and gave me a job (my paper money and card wasn’t legal tender there anyway) and I worked there for a month, living in one of the small inn rooms above the tavern. Eventually I’d saved up what amounted to a good amount and found a small house on the edge of the town to live in. \n\nWhat the person who sold me the house didn’t tell me was that there was a small slime monster living under the floorboards. \n\nNot being from this world, I didn’t know anything about slimes. Slimes were, apparently, a beginning level monster and killing one was simple. They were treated more as pests than anything else. \n\nI decided to keep the slime in my house as a pet. I caught the slime and began feeding it. At first I wasn’t sure what it ate, but a local at the tavern, a former adventurer, told me slimes will eat almost anything. I decided to feed my slime actual food. Just like the adventurer said, the slime began growing. I decided to name it Rhea and did my best to train it. Eventually, it started to mimic a humanoid shape, albeit a child sized one. \n\nMy curiosity got the better of me and I decided to try and teach Rhea how to write. Buying pen and paper, I would use the time after work to try and teach Rhea. She (I had decided to refer to Rhea as a female since that was the form she’d decided to start taking) learned at a normal rate for a human. \n\nSo it caught me completely by surprise when one day she stopped by my work. By this time the inhabitants of the town were used to my odd behaviors and also treated Rhea like a pet whenever they saw her and me heading around town. But on that day she had a more complete human form than I’d ever seen. She walked up to me and her mouth opened. “Wa...ter...puh...lease...?” she said in a silky smooth but remarkably feminine voice. \n\nAll voices in the tavern stopped as we all stared at Rhea. She must have sensed this because she morphed back into her slime form, something she was in the habit of doing whenever she was nervous. I picked her up, which was getting harder to do since she was gaining mass, and pet her. I got a small glass of water and set it down. I watched as she extended an appendage and the water vanished. \n\nAfter that day, I decided to teach Rhea how to talk as well. Unlike with writing, it didn’t take her long to be able to speak at a level where conversations were easy. Because of that, I learned what her favorite foods were and would buy them for her regularly. \n\nShe also expressed an interest in learning more about her own abilities so on days off I would take her to a local park where we would practice her shapeshifting abilities. As the weeks passed, she started getting better and better, eventually taking on a very human form, human enough that I had to buy her clothes so she could walk around town without getting stares. \n\nIt was around this time that I decided to see if I could use any magic. By this time I’d been living in this world for about a year. I purchased an introductory book of magic spells just to experiment and to my delight I found I had some magical aptitude. I showed Rhea and she asked if she could try as well. To my further delight I saw she had a similar aptitude. We began practicing regularly together and soon I had to purchase more magic books to keep up with our thirst for knowledge. \n\nRhea then expressed an interest in finding a job so I managed to get her a job as a serving maid at the tavern where I worked. By this time she was a welcome sight around town. \n\nI began taking notice of how she was still growing and eventually her human form was that of a young woman with an incredibly attractive figure. Rhea was one of the kindest individuals out there. She knew many of the people in town and everyone loved her. \n\nA year and a half after I’d arrived in this world, we had a massive snowstorm. During said storm, our town was attacked by bandits and I was taken along with a handful of hostages. I was kept in a cave as their prisoner while they attempted to negotiate for a ransom for us. On the third day I heard a disturbance outside and people screaming. Our captors ruched outside only to start screaming themselves. I was too weak from lack of food to move but I heard what sounded like a roar of some great beast. \n\nWhen I woke next Rhea was hugging me worriedly. I was back home. It turned out that Rhea had discovered how to transform into a dragon, a rare but still alive species of monster in this world. She incapacitated the kidnappers and rescued us. \n\nAfter that, I began to do some research on slimes. To my dismay, there wasn’t much literature on slimes so I took it upon myself to write all I had learned. Rhea was an excellent assistant in my research and shared many of her memories with me through Mind Link. Thanks to Rhea’s brave rescue of us all, the town gave us a handsome reward which we used to move into and fix up an abandoned house where we had more room. \n\nI then traveled back to those caves and found a small colony of slimes. Rhea and I brought them back and began trying to teach them just as I had taught Rhea. Thanks to that plus some usage of Mind Link with them, I soon had a house full of talking intelligent slimes. \n\nI know the majority of you reading won’t understand a lot of the beginning about fantasy and manga and stuff, and that’s okay. But I just thought you all should know about how Rhea and I decided to start writing this slime training book. Please enjoy and I hope you learn something about our slime friends. \n\n—Prologue to A Beginner’s Guide to Training and Raising a Slime by Theodore and Rhea Lambertson"
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[WP] For months you'd endured unbearable heat as the drill bored though the earth's mantle. Now you were about to break through to the other side of the world! "We're through!" Yelled the captain. You eagerly ran to the viewing deck only to behold a gleaming emerald city...
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"Captain Gontrand looked at the coordinates and tasked both the cartographer and the mathematicians to redo the calculations. \n\nHe had known there was something wrong the moment they had found a large body of water, but they did not hesitate. They refurbished *Straight Billy* the giant steam drill into a makeshift ship and sailed through the cavern. The underground lake opened into an underground ocean. Peaceful, if not for the crushing darkness threatening to drive his crew mad. Gontrand had his hands full rousing the men from despair, luckily the scientist were just as detached from emotions down here as they were up in the sun, they steered the ship with their best guesses. \n\nAnd then they saw the light. The green gleam of an aurora borealis. They raised a toast, congratulated the navigator on his slight imprecision, they were not supposed to reach the surface so far up north, but the view would surely make up for it. The tone shifted from delight to fear to uncertainty when they realized the light did not come from the sky. \n\nThe cartographer arrived with the results. By all means, they should see a sun blessed sky or a star struck night, not this. \n\n\"Let's go to the light.\"\n\n\"Are you certain, Captain? The crew is exhausted and it could be dangerous. \"\n\nHe was. Truth was that in the darkness, they were unlikely to find a way back. A surefire way to starvation. \n\nA city, the light came from a city build from a single block of gigantic gemstone. It pulsed softly, like it was fueling whoever lived on it. \n\nAnd life there was. A boat, made out of a dark wood Gontrand had never seen, accosted them. He gazed into the black eyes of a pale-skinned woman. If she was sick, so was the rest of her crew. The instant became a moment where both ships stood in perfect silence, avaiting a verdict between war and peace. \n\nThe white woman crossed the plank linking them and Gontrand strechted a hand out. she shook it clumsily. Peace to start with it would seem. \n\nHe could not understand a single word of their language and vice-versa but was glad to find out he wasn't alone in this opressing cave. On their way to the city, the navigator joined Gontrand at the helm.\n\n\"Captain, a moment of your time if you please.\"\n\n\"You have it, Ludovico.\"\n\n\"I hope I don't sound foolish, but I believe we just stumbled upon Agartha.\"\n\nGontrand reported his gaze back upon the dock they were approaching, the natives had lined the floor with thick leather both to shield the eyes from the constant luminous attack and to avoid slipping on the wet stone. They favored dim and sober colors in any clothes and furniture and ships they built to counteract the emerald pulse. And he could see a sense of aesthetic, a premeditated effort to achieve a vision of beauty.\n\n\"Agartha the emerald city,\" mused Gontrand, \"who would have thought.\"\n\n\"Well... Agartha the city or much more than that.\"\n\nThe captain turned around and commended Ludovico to keep talking with a stare.\n\n\"The theory about Agartha isn't that of a single city. It's the assumption Earth is hollow. Who's to say there's not another slab of stone like this one made into a home for the beings who do not need the light of the sun?\"\n\nA city, maybe more, maybe an empire. \n\nGontrand's fear stayed the same.\n\nHow would the surface world react? England, France and Spain were fighting for the ownership of colonies, they needed cheap labor to supply the growing industrialisation. America's natives were being pushed away without a second thought. What is a new underground world to the largest powers of the world? Land to appropriate, nothing more. \n\nBut then, there was some hope. Gontrand doubted surface people like him could hold it out for long underground. And the natives, no matter how strange they seemed, could not be called savages either. They had ships, the dock was fortified and connected to a hill with a fotification on top with shades of iron. And they had weapons too. \n\nMaybe it would be enough to convince the leading powers that the cost wouldn't be worth it. \n\nMaybe.\n\nThe ship docked, Gontrand tossed a coin in the air.\n\n\"Let's hope for the best,\" he muttered."
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[WP] "You can bring a 3*5 notecard," said the professor. On the exam day, you carried into the classroom a notecard that's 15 square meters.
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"“You didn’t specify units,” I said, grinning mischievously as I unfolded my notecard. You told us that paying attention to units is very important in physics, and I can see why.”\nThe professor sighed.\n“It was implied, Malia. I don’t even know how you got a notecard in meters.”\n“Internet,” I quipped. The thing was completely unfolded now, taking up most of the floor space. My classmates were snickering unapologetically.\n“Uh, professor?” A boy spoke up from the back. “What’s that outside?”\nWe all looked out the window, confused to see what looked like a billboard sized notecard, the surface filled with scrawled, painted notes. Just then a girl slipped into the classroom.\n“I hope my notecard is okay,” she said. “I had a hell of a time finding a place that made them in decameters.”"
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[WP] You and your spouse are kidnapped, but in separate rooms. The villain tells you that you can choose to either kill them or sacrifice yourself. The first one that chooses to kill lives, but when both of you chooses self-sacrifice, both can survive.
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"Looking up from the panel of buttons in front of me I clarify *\"yellow kills him, red sets us free?\"*\n\nI wanted to laugh when Galen announces his stupid prisoners dilemma plan. It is like he doesn't know me at all. Sure he has kidnapped me and allegedly *Husband*, and perhaps laughing at a crazy man is not a great idea, but it is honestly insane to think that *Husband* and I have at least discussed the thought experiment or that I don't know the man who has shared my life for nearly two decades. \n\n\nI know what my husband is going to answer, my only concern is what Galen will do. I know he is lying when he says that my husband is thinking of killing me, *Husband* hates killing cockroaches, but I don't understand the end game. He must know we would go to the police. There is no reality where he comes out of this a free man, let alone a free man living happily ever after with a woman who chose to murder her husband. \n\n\nBut this is the rules he has set. So when he nods, I press the red button."
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And take it from there I guess? Sorry this is my first time so hopefully this is good lol. Enjoy I guess? Have fun, be creative; is it you in the time machine? Who knows? Enjoy
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[WP] for seemingly the millionth time, you say to yourself "if I ever had a time machine, I'd come here first" however this time, a blinding flash of light sparks around you as a large capsule appears. The door opens...
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"A/N: first time writing any story so, ***^(pepepopocum)***\n\nFS=Future self\n\nCS=Current self\n\n\n\n​\n\nA flash of blinding light similar to a flashbang errupted from my closet then a voice said\n\nFS= OI, YOU LITTLE SHIT, OPEN THIS THING AND LET ME GIVE YOU TOUR SHIT\n\nCS= huh, looks like it does happen\n\nFS=STOP HAVING AN INNER-MONOLOUGE AND LET ME OUT ALREADY\n\nCS=yea,yea chotto you old fuck\n\nI then procede towards my rather large closet, i thought that if i were to time travel i'd go to my closet first, damn, looks like time travel does exsist maybe that one expriment with the party thing was just borring and why no-one to that party\n\nFS=\\* walks out of my closet \\* so, im you\n\nCS=Huh, nice, password signifying that you've no ill intent if going here\n\nFS= Pepepoopoocum\n\nCS=Looks like my sense of humor never changed so, how is it in the future?\n\nFS=It's nice, you have phones in our eyes like a UI, an Alex Clarke battalion actually exsists now, all of the futuristic shit from media has now been recreated Specifically gundams and Boffuri or SAO styled games where actually have full freedom of movement and what you can do\n\nCS=Yooooooooooooooooooooooo, nice and im guessing that Boffuri, SAO, GGO, all that isekai shit has been recreated right?\n\nFS=Yup, my personal favorite is the TF2 one, it's nice being able to throw piss at people then stab them with a knife.\n\nCS=so, you said that you were gonna give me something?\n\nFS=Oh yea, here \\*hands CS a rather large, wooden box\\*\n\nCS=I'm guessing i should only open this once i reach a certain age right?\n\nFS=yup, 18, once you're 18 open it, preferably with your friends with you\n\nCS= hmmm i kinda wanna open this now, out of spite\n\nFS= Yea I know, I felt it too but if you do you'll probably cause some time fuck-up so, don't\n\nCS= hmmm, sure. I'll keep it in mind\n\nFS= aight, adios, sayonara, uhhh, Auf Wiedersehen, and all that, if i stay for any longer a cycle might break so, good bye and have a good life\n\nCS= aight, goodbye you old shit\n\nThe old me then procedes to go bavk to the pod after clossing it he then presses afew buttons and that flashbang like flash happens again \n\nCS=huh, 3 years left eh, i could wait\n\n​\n\nCS is now 18\n\nF=freinds\n\n​\n\nCS= well then bois, time to show you the shit that Future self handed over to me\n\nF1= what kind of hallucinations we're you having? time travel isn't real you dumbass\n\nCS= yes it is ^(in the future at least) so you shutt and let me show you bois what i apperantly have in store\n\nF2=faster fat man, me want, monkey want bounty from square coconut\n\nCS=says the living skeleton and both me's never said anything about giving anything to you two, just to have both of you here when I open it\n\nF1&2= just open it\n\nCS=yeayea im opening it\n\n\\*i then procede to open the wooden box that shows 3 bracelets, each with our names\n\nCS=huh, looks like i am giving both of you something **f r o m t h e f u t u r e**\n\nF1= im guessing it's some sort of phone-like thing, if so then im again guessing it's gonna have holoscreens or something like that\n\nF2= if it's not some sort of phone-like thing then hopefully it's... yea only explenation is it could be a phone like thing\n\nCS= well, no other way to test this than by putting them on\n\n​\n\nonce all us three put it on, we all felt a sharp pain, as if it was neadles piercing our skin\n\nCS,F1,&F2:FUCK!,AH,! WTF!\n\nCS=huh, i have a hud now, \\*inhales\\* ***G A M E R T I M E***\n\nF1&F2 in unison; **Gamer time**\n\nwhat those bracelets were was basically just like the steam overlay, but like a phone, PC, tablet, it can make a physical screen apear so that we could have something to touch when we're playing games or whatever task we were doing needed a screen, it has a UI that after some time we got used to and use on a daily basis and my PUI system(name of the bracelets) had a folder in it named \"Dont open until 25, trust me, you'll need it\n\nCS= well then, looks like it's time for me to play the waiting game again",
"It's actually good, have an upvote!\n-------------------------------------------------------\n\nSmoke comes out of the capsule....and 2 figures slowly walks out...\n\nI have to rub my eye as the light stings, then as I look up, there I saw the 2 figures, dressed a bit similar to mine, though theirs are more... crisp. Their hair are same as normal, not some weird colorful hair like the movies, no weird shades, or weird sneaker. \n\nThey slowly walk out, I can hear the capsule's engine humming, see it vibrating mildly, I was livid, excited, my heart just couldn't stop beating fast, is this true? I pinched myself, afraid that I will wake, but the pain, the wonderful small pain makes this real.\n\nThey looked around,finding something or someone? \nThen one of them looked at me, waved his hand, and as I raised my hand to wave back, he shouted.\n\nThis is it, that man is me from the future! He will tell me the secrets and...\n\n\"Hey buddy! What year is this!?\"\n\nSurprised, I stuttered as I shouted back\n\n\"2020!\" \nNo, this is not what I should do...why? Is he not me?\n\n\"Thank you\" he shouted back, then turned around to his partner, they immediately looked around, and put on a mask and went back to the capsule.\n\n\"Nope not here\" \n\nThen as I ran to them a blinding flash of light sparks around the capsule and...\nVanishes.",
"\"Ahh... nostalgic. This playground was my favorite place when I was 10. Me and my friends used to come here all the time! Wait, important things first! Where is 10 year old George Clive? There he is! I mean, there I am. Or there i was? Anyway... GEORGE! OVER HERE LAD!\"\n\n\n\"How do you know my name? Are you a stalker?\"\n\n\"No lad! I am you, from the future!\"\n\n\"If you are me, then you would know the code phrase I made up to identify myself, should I ever invent time travel.\"\n\n\"Bamboozled River Fish!\" said 30 Y/O George. \"\n\n\n\"I really invented time travel? I can't believe it!\"\n\n\"Well, you did, but you never will. This was handed down from George Clive to George Clive for many, many timeliness. I remember being you in this conversation, actually! I believe there was an Original George Clive who made this, but who really knows?\"\n\n30 year old George gave 10 year old George the blueprints. Then he said:\n\n\"Listen very carefully; don't open these until you are 20 years old, okay? And say exactly what i said to you when you travel back, or you might mess time up. Here, have this. This has the recordings of our exact conversation. With that, I take your leave, George!\"\n\nAnd he popped back into the capsule before George could say anything.\n\nAt midnight on his 20th birthday, George opened the blueprints, and though it was very difficult to understand, he made the time machine by the time he was 27. \n\nHe made a lot of changes to history for the better. He burned down the Library of Alexandria so that England and France did not use Nuclear Weapons to destroy each other in the war of 1757. He assassinated Morel Clivant before he could purge all the Christians in Europe. Morel died a unknown peasant in a Paris slum. \n\nBefore he knew it, it was time to have the same conversation with 10 year old George. As he came back to his time, he saw a letter on his desk. \n\n'Your time has come. Destroy the Time Machine and do the needful, if you don't want another world War over your machine.' \n\nHe knew this was coming. He had known it for a long time, but he did not expect it to be so soon. He went back 30 minutes, left the same note on his desk, returned, destroyed the time machine and then, he did the needful."
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[WP] After a terrible war which ended with billions of corpses, and a new war brewing at the edge of the galaxy with a powerful xeno threat. The empires, governments, and kingdoms of man decide instead of wars they'd send their best fighters to an elite fighting tournament to settle their disputes.
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"\"No.\" Gui looked up and Shui shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. Gui asked, \"Why should I fight for them, Shui? What has the government ever done for me but use me? And when there was nothing else left to use me for, they threw me away. I came back from war, and they threw me a ceremony, gave me every medal there was to give - and that was it. They send me a couple of thousand dollars a month, but that's barely enough. Look at where I live, Shui. These men who never fought in war, never sent their sons to war, live in mansions. They sleep with smiles on their faces and have peaceful dreams. Because men like me were out there doing the dirty work. And what do I have to show for it - except for the memories of the things I've done to people who were just like me - fighting for their country like I was. I still have nightmares, Shui. I'm afraid to sleep next to my wife out of fear I might accidentally have a flashback and kill her.\"\n\nGui stopped as a terrible hacking cough came from somewhere in the house. Then Shui blinked and Gui was gone. One moment he had been sitting on the couch and the next moment he was at a doorway, peering in. Shui marveled at the quickness of the man. \n\nGui closed the door and returned to the couch, an expression of pain lurking under the surface, but it disappeared as he looked up at Shui again, replaced instantly by an emotionless, unreadable mask.\n\n\"How is she?\" Shui asked.\n\n\"You have ears,\" said Gui.\n\nShui frowned. \"She should be in a hospital.\"\n\n\"And who's going to pay for it?\" Gui smiled sardonically. \"The government?\"\n\n\"I'm sure they would. If you asked, I'm sure-\"\n\n\"Asked? That's exactly my point, Shui. Why should I have to ask? I'm not the first or the only one that's been through this. Why isn't there a system already set up in place? They know what they're doing. They just want me to come groveling at their feet because they feel insecure about themselves. They want to see me on my hands and feet to feed their ego. Because everytime they look at me, I'm a reminder of how weak and cowardly they really are.\"\n\nShui looked around the small space. The bare settings. The blank walls. It wasn't bad, but he could agree. A soldier like Gui deserved better. Much better.\n\nGui was staring at him. \"Go on,\" he said. \"The quicker you make your offer, the quicker I can kick you out of my house.\" \n\n\"Well, the government told me to offer you 1-\" even as Shui said it, after speaking with Gui he realized how low it really was. \"- hundred thousand dollars. Negotiable, of course,\" he quickly added, but his voice had no conviction.\n\nGui said, \"You see? 100, 000 dollars to risk my life.\"\n\n\"Well, it's only really supposed to be a fight...\"\n\n\"Even better. Tell the government to get someone else. I'm not a fighter, Shui. I'm a killer. I don't engage in combat unless it's a necessary, life or death situation. And this is unnecessary. \n\nThe hacking cough came again, and both men grimaced.\n\nShui saw an opportunity, \"Think about your wife. You say you don't want to beg. *I'll* do it for you. Make sure she gets the best care.\"\n\nGui looked at him with a look that made Shui shiver. \"Thank you for the company, Shui. You should leave now.\"\n\nShui tried his last hand. \"You're right. About everything. The government. Everything. But they need you. All the countries are sending their best fighters and the government wants to put their best foot forward.\"\n\n\"And I should care because?\"\n\n\"If the other countries dominate us, they'll get cocky and they'll take over. Quickly. Putting us all at risk. You won't have to worry about your wife getting better once the other countries invade us, kick in your door and put her out her misery.\"\n\nGui yawned. \"Scare tactics don't work on me, Shui. I thought you would do better. Our country losing one or two fights won't be the end of the world.\"\n\nShui sighed.\n\nGui sat up and narrowed his eyes. \"It was one or two fights, right?\"\n\nShui shook his head.\n\nGui frowned. \"How many?\"\n\nShui shrugged. \"Hundreds. Maybe thousands.\"\n\n\"What? How long has this been going on?\" \n\n\"Years. And we've been doing badly. We've already heard information from reliable sources that the other countries secretly already allying themselves against us, and that if we lose *this* tournament, that might trigger them to finally invade.\"\n\nGui blew out a breath and shook his head. \n\nThey sat there in silence, until the silence was broken by another hacking cough.\n\nThen Gui looked up at Shui. \"Shui, you took care of my wife when I was at war. That's why the government sent you. They knew you were the only person that I could have this conversation with, without killing. Whether you see or not, this is all a game to them. They're playing us. You and me. We're just pawns on their chessboard. And one day they're going to turn on you, just like they did me. But you're a good man, Shui. You have a good heart. They haven't corrupted you - at least not yet. Give me your word that if anything happens to me, my wife will be taken care of with the best resources.\"\n\nShui nodded. \"I give you my word. I will personally oversee to everything myself.\"\n\nGui nodded. \"Then count me in.\""
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[WP] You're on the train, on your way to meet your friend, and sitting in front of you is a polar bear reading a newspaper. Nobody else on the train seems to notice it at all.
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"The train trundled over the rails leaving a black plume in it's wake. Inside, the bags and heavy suitcases rattled over John's head menacingly--he wanted to dash away. However, his nervous stare was not fixed on the objects eagerly awaiting to bludgeon him but on a polar bear sitting two rows ahead with this morning's newspaper.\n\nHe pulled on his suddenly too tight collar, wheezing in a bit of air, contemplating the best way to run away inconspicuously. The other passengers all either looked outside or were reading various texts: a magazine, a book, the bible. John was reading the room and no one appeared afraid of the two-seat-occupying, long-clawed, pointy-toothed carnivore. The girl was not reading the bible anxiously to force in some positive points for the God she would soon be meeting, she flipped through the sacred texts halfheartedly. Meanwhile, John's heart was in his throat at full speed. Should he say something? No, they must be aware. What if he was hallucinating? Yes, that must be it, and he hadn't eaten in a while. His heart sank in relaxation and he grabbed a pack of cigarettes to bring him down to normal levels. Flicking one, and lighting it with a lick, he drew it in until a light swirl appeared in his head. Then he exhaled looking outside at the passing scenery. It was a desert. How could a polar bear even live here? He should visit the doctor. \n\n\"Excuse me, sir. Would you be so kind and extinguish your cigarette. This is a non-smoking area.\" \n\nHe turned to see the snout of the white giant pointing at him accusingly. He clenched his ass and involuntarily sucked the cigarette to the butt in one inspiration. The ash dropped onto his pants, and past the cigarette butt he said: \"Certainly, sir,\" got his hat and, on weak knees, moved out of the wagon while all of the eyes look at him disapprovingly.",
" \\[Travel Advice\\]\n\n\"Whoa,\" Terri wasn't prepared for the sudden darkness. The train had just pulled away from the station before it suddenly entered a tunnel. She didn't see anything that looked like a tunnel as she boarded. Terri was very aware of her shortcomings; paying attention to her surroundings was not one of her strengths.\n\nShe felt a slight concern flutter in her stomach when no lights came on in the cabin once they entered the tunnel. She sat still in pitch black, unable to see her hand in front of her face. Terri managed to keep her calm by trusting the other passengers around her; they weren't panicking so she wouldn't either. Then, sunlight filled the train again. Terri faced out the window to watch the landscape roll by. In the back of her mind, she wondered if the sun was a little bit lower in the sky than when she boarded at 10 in the morning. She spotted something white in her peripheral vision before she spent too much time thinking about the sun. She faced forward and gave a sharp, surprised inhale.\n\nA mountain of white fur was seated in front of her; she glanced up and recognized the polar bear's head from behind. Terri swiveled her gaze and checked the strangers seated across the aisle. None of them seemed the slightest bit concerned about a bear among them.\n\nTerri noticed the woman one seat ahead of her, across the aisle, turned and faced the polar bear directly.\n\n\"Could I trouble you?\" the woman asked the bear while she pointed at it. Terri watched the towering animal shake his head; she heard a low, gravelly voice.\n\n\"No trouble at all,\" the bear said. It stretched out its paw across the aisle holding a newspaper.\n\n\"Thank you,\" the woman smiled and took the paper from the bear. Terri considered herself to have a very level mind; she felt that staying calm was her best strength. She wanted to imagine that she wouldn't have sat down behind a polar bear if she had noticed him.\n\nIf he wasn't a polar bear when she sat down; and, no one else seemed concerned. Maybe he wasn't one at all. Terri sighed and dug her node out from her travel bag.\n\n\\[Hey, so. I'm pretty sure I'm insane now. -Trri\\] She sent a Whisper to her friend. Terri wanted to ensure Katie would be prepared for her oncoming irrationality.\n\n\\[LOL. What's going on? - KT\\]\n\n\\[I get on the train to come see you. No bear. - Trri\\]\n\n\\[We went through a tunnel, now there's a bear. - Trri\\] \n\n\\[No one else can see it. Only one explanation. -Trri\\]\n\n\\[My brain broke. - Trri\\]\n\n\\[LOLOL! You're not crazy! -KT\\]\n\n\\[Explain the polar bear. -Trri\\]\n\n\\[You've never ridden Sharp Railroads? - KT\\]\n\n\\[No. Why?\" -Trri\\]\n\n\\[You're safe and not crazy. -KT\\]\n\n\\[Enjoy the ride. See you soon. -KT\\]\n\n\\[K. - Trri\\] She felt relieved for a moment before she was swallowed by darkness again. The tunnel did not feel as long as the first one; though, Terri chalked that up to her knowing what to expect. Instead of light filling the train; it simply became less dark suddenly. Terri could see. She glanced out the window and spotted a full moon in the dark sky.\n\n\"Huh,\" she said to herself. Terri looked forward. The mountain of white fur was replaced by a balding, tan head that looked vaguely familiar to her. She remembered sitting down behind a bald man.\n\n\"Thank you,\" the woman that borrowed the newspaper said suddenly. Terri looked and saw a black-furred cat-person returning the paper to the man that was a polar bear moments before. Unsure how to deal with it, Terri turned her attention back out the window. Movement caught her attention; several somethings ran alongside the train.\n\n\"I'm not crazy,\" Terri smiled to herself with a slight chuckle. She trusted Katie, but she wished her friend gave her more information. She stared and made a mental note to ask Katie about it later. With that decision made, she let herself relax and watched the herd of unicorns racing the train by moonlight.\n\n \n\n\\*\\*\\*\n\nThank you for reading! I’m responding to prompts every day. This is story #1057 in a row. (Story #327 in year three.) You can find all my stories collected on my subreddit ([r/hugoverse](https://www.reddit.com/r/hugoverse/)) or my blog."
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[WP] The old woman peeled back her sleeve to show the numbers permanently branded there. “Do you know how I got the name Albtraumhund?” She peeled her sleeve back further to show many tally marks along her arm. “Because, sweetie, after I escaped I became those monster’s living nightmare.”
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"The old woman peeled back her sleeve to show the numbers permanently branded there. “Do you know how I got the name Albtraumhund?”\n\nShe peeled her sleeve back further to show many tally marks along her arm. “Because, sweetie, after I escaped I became those monsters' living nightmare.”\n\nI adjusted the collar of my blouse offhandedly, being sure to double-press the panic button on the pendant beneath it.\n\n\"Mrs. Abraham,\" I asked, \"how exactly did you get your number?\"\n\nShe winced, and then sneered. \"The beasts branded me with it when I arrived at Dachau, along with my Mother and my brother.\"\n\n\"And what year was that? 1940, did you say?\"\n\n\"That's right,\" she said, cradling her forearm delicately.\n\n\"Mrs. Abraham,\" I began softly, \"I know this is hard for you to accept, but I need to remind you of a few things.\n\n\"First, the Nazis didn't put numbers on prisoners at Dachau, but only at the Auschwitz camps. And they didn't start there until late 1941. Second, those numbers weren't *branded*, but *tattooed.*\"\n\nShe was becoming more agitated with every passing moment.\n\n\"Third, Mrs. Abraham, you were born in 1953, in Nebraska.\n\n\"And your maiden name was O'Reilly,\" I finished.\n\nThe door opened and two burly gents from building security walked in. Mrs. Abraham didn't seem to notice them as she reached for her purse.\n\n\"I guess I'll be adding another tally mark today,\" she smiled as she drew an improbably long blade from the bag. A moment later she was sprawled on the floor under one of the men, the Bowie knife lying several meters away.\n\n\"I'm sorry, Mrs. Abraham,\" I said as I stood up, \"But I'm afraid this will be our last therapy session.\"\n\n \n\nIt was three days before the district attorney announced that the \"A.T.H.\" serial killer, who had targeted senior citizens with German-sounding surnames for over two years, had finally been caught. She was kind enough to keep my name out of the story, which probably saved my psychiatric practice.\n\nFrankly, I was satisfied that I'd helped to end a string of gruesome murders that was literally as long as your arm."
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[WP] Whenever you lie awake thinking about embarrassing moments from high school, you are given a chance to redo that moment. Today you find out you're not the only one with this power.
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"It was an ungodly hour where even the ninja-witches slept, yet here I was, scrolling through the endless minutia of New Reddit. Writing prompts, Reddit asking, news circle jerking, *actual* circle jerking, christ what a mess. All the best content was sucked clean like French escargot so that I, an esteemed Reddit-Wizard (9th Class) had fallen to sort by controversial to get that quick hit of dopamine into my system. Hardly anyone sorted this way, well, except for the newbies hoping to get their NSFW cherries popped. Rubbing my eyes, I sighed. \n\nThe pills should have hit by now.\n \nCoffee cans and energy drunks littered my gaming platform illuminated by my computer monitors. Abandoned pizza boxes balanced high on my *Alienware Aurora* and a half-eaten Pizza slice was burrowed deep within the folds of my stomach. I pulled it out, mouth crunching over the crusty thing. Controversial would be as far as I got. God forbid that I lower my standards so that even gilded would become desirable. I belched my tasteful disgust at the prospect.\n\nA brief glance at my door made me remember that today was shower day as well as teeth-brushing day. I’ll do that tomorrow, I promised myself. And if not, it’s no big deal. It’s not like I’m going outside or anything. \n\nThe bed groaned as I snuggled up against my pillows. \n\nA minute passed, then two. \n\nI was still awake. \n\nShit.\n\nHow about letting my mind wander? I’ve read online about those lucid dreamers who could become superheroes. Flying, yes. I always wanted to fly. Fly? Pant’s fly? In highschool it was always down. Not by forgetfulness, but just because mom bought a pair that didn’t come with one. Stella liked to tease me about it. \n\nGod, Stella, I haven’t thought of her in years. Out mothers were quite close back in the day. The best of childhood friends, she helped me beat the secret level in *Starcraft* while I learned how to braid her hair. The only time I even touched a girl for so long. I wonder how she is doing. Probably married to some Gigachad and living a normie life. \n\nWait. Wasn’t she the one that pantsed me in front of the whole school? Yeah, during the talent show contest, it was the day I wore that really loose underwear I got from *Goodwill*. I never spoke to her again after that, bullying got so bad it was better to stay home for the whole day than dip my toes onto school grounds. Why did she do that? \n\nDimly, I realized that the gentle tug of sleep against my mind. \n\nMaybe things would have gone differently if I had just worn the right underwear. Or maybe I could have noticed her a second earlier and avoid her hands. \n\nMaybe, I thought to myself as I drifted to sleep. \n\nMaybe.\n\nEDIT: Formatting",
"This power pulls you without notice. One embarrassing musing, one moment of repulsion at your own mistake is enough to feed the plunge. That's what I call it, the Plunge. The next minute you'll find yourself in the exact scenario, all transformed into the very person you once were. I don't know how I got this power but it's become a part of my life.\n\nI thought it to be a blessing at first cause it provided me a sense of satisfaction, now I don't know what I should think of it. How do you fix an embarrassing moment when you find yourself stuck as the same teenager in mind and body? The more I'm pulled in, more difficult it has become to change or fix a mistake I made in the past.\n\nI would just shut off my brain and sleep if I could but I can't and sometimes because of that it kept bringing me to the same scenario until I'd grown tired and eventually stopped thinking about it. It expunged me of my energy.\n\nI kept myself occupied, I joined the gym, spent my days out in the sun and my lifestyle has become really productive over time. It finally slowed down, the constant thought of embarrassing moments in my life.\n\nAs soon as I thought it's gone, it came back again when I met my high school crush Loretta in a restaurant. She quickly turned her focus away from me, I couldn't help but think of the worst high school moment in my life. This is the one I've been most afraid of, it's going to happen and there's no stopping me now.\n\nI went home, sat on the couch and closed my eyes knowing it won't stop me from thinking. I dozed off immediately.\n\n\"Dude, I think she's into you,\" my friend Stedman said to me as I find myself standing with my friends in the school cafeteria.\n\n\"Who? Loretta? You can have better girls than her, man.\" Classic Dariel.\n\n\"Yeah...\" (I don't wanna say it, don't say it, don't say it) \"No! I think she's great.\" I restrained myself from saying she isn't really my type, which I really did say back when I was a stupid teenager.\n\nI turned myself, Loretta stood before me and she had this look on her face, her face stilled and her jaw dropped.\n\n\"What's wrong?\" I asked her in confusion. She simply put her head down and walked past me, I glanced at her and saw her blushing.\n\nI felt relieved because it was the most embarrassing moment in my life. I really liked her but to sound cool in front of my friends Dariel and Stedman I told a different thing originally. I hurt her, she felt really bad.\n\nAnother thing happened on the same day, I hoped I changed that too.\n\n\"Wait, why am I still here?\" I asked myself.\n\nIt was strange because once it's done I'd wake up normally. I was stuck in this moment, this day. \"May be I didn't fix it? May be I need to do more? What's happening?\" A lot of questions ran in my mind.\n\nI had no choice but to go on with it. I chose a different spot to sit because another event is going to transpire soon enough. My friend Dariel sat on the chair I used to sit.\n\nLoretta held a tray full of food and walked straight towards us to reach her table, this is where it goes horribly wrong. But she stopped midway, I peered to see what's wrong then I noticed the spilled water on the floor before her. She just stood there and decided to walk past it and that's when it striked me.\n\nIt isn't supposed to happen like that, she's supposed to fall and all the food should be all over me. Today I found out that I'm not the only one with this power. Loretta and I are experiencing the same moment right now. She's got this power too.\n\n\"Is that why she looked the way she looked at me before?\" It blew my mind knowing the fact.\n\n\"She's one mean girl, I'm telling you...\" Dariel was talking about his archenemy, Quincy. I didn't listen to him cause it happened the way it happened. I turned my head and looked at Loretta sitting over there. She drank some water and then she looked at me and smiled as she placed the bottle on her table.\n\nSuddenly I heard a loud clattering sound, I saw Quincy on the floor, she was tripped by the spilled water, Dariel was covered in food. The whole crowd laughed.\n\nThe next day I went to Loretta's house and asked her out for a dinner. She accepted it.\n\nNow we are here at the same restaurant we met a day before yesterday. She wore a beautiful dress, I invited her over to our table. We both sat down and we didn't talk for some time.\n\n\"So you have the power too?\" She asked.\n\n\"Yeah, thank God you asked, I didn't know how to initiate the conversation.\"\n\n\"We were best friends till grade school, Tommy, what changed?\"\n\n\"I don't know, high school drama?\"\n\n\"Hahaha,\" she laughed aloud, it made me happy.\n\n\"I, uh, I always liked you, you know.\" I told her, finally.\n\n\"I know, I... liked you too.\"\n\n\"Wow. I don't know what to say, I didn't know that,\"\n\n\"Now you do.\"\n\n\"Yeah, haha. My friend Stedman told me in high school, I didn't believe it I always assumed you only thought of me as a friend. I'm sorry.\"\n\n\"No, Tommy. I'm the one who should've apologized for embarrassing you in front of all the people.\"\n\n\"Well, it doesn't matter now. We changed both of our embarrassing moments together.\"\n\n\"Yeah, I can't seem to remember the details of the moments right now, it's all so vague I can only recollect the new memories we both made.\"\n\n\"Same here, strange isn't it?\"\n\n\"Yeah. Poor Dariel though.\"\n\n\"Don't worry about him, he had it coming, haha.\"\n\n\"How's he?\"\n\n\"He's fine. He's married Quincy.\"\n\n\"Wait, he's married to Quincy?\" Loretta asked me in shock.\n\n\"Yeah— wait a minute, why did I say that? How do I know that? Wasn't Quincy divorced and with two kids?\"\n\n\"She was. When did he marry her?\"\n\n\"I believe it's last month. How? But doesn't Dariel hate Quincy?\"\n\n\"You've told me that before, and we both went to their wedding. What's happening?\"\n\n\"What else did we change?\"\n\nThe two high school lovers realized they didn't just change themselves but actually changed the past. Both of their consciousness travelled through time and changed the course of the timeline.\n\nWP.r #106 • r/FleetingScripts"
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[WP] - After many decades of analyzing radio waves and searching for any type of communication from extraterrestrial species, a message comes in that can finally be decoded. "We're sorry. We did all we could to protect you."
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"I leaned back in my worn office chair, biting the tip of my pen in concentration. After a day of analyzing endless data points, the numbers and figures on my screen seemed to blur together. The computer glare in the dim space made my eyes water. \n\nI imagined that after almost forty years of tenure as a professor I would be moved to a bigger office with a window view. My bookshelf took up most of the office, overflowing with textbooks and journals that began to pile in stacks on the floor. Several baskets of aged floppy disks laid in disarray in the corner. On the edge of my oversized desk sat dark green volumes of my published work from the eighties, covered in a layer of dust. Maybe if I kept publishing I would have been given a larger office. \n\nI glanced at the clock. It was four. Only one more hour until I could go home. And only one more semester until I could finally retire. \n\nChecking my computer’s analysis on the latest data set of radio frequencies, I gave a grateful sigh. The program finished running before five; I would get to go home a few minutes early. And then I saw words. For the first time in thirty-five years, the radio frequencies had been decoded into a perfectly formed sentence: “We’re sorry. We did all we could to protect you.” A wave of excitement flushed over me. Butterflies filled my stomach. I did it. I was able to decode the radio frequencies again. It had been so long that I had given up. The realization of my life’s work had seemed like a far off dream. But here it was. \n\nI began to work with a new fervor throughout the night, running recorded radio frequencies through my analysis. Years of data metastasized into long messages, books worth of detailed and meticulous notes. At times my thoughts wandered into daydreams of published papers, awards, handshakes, and the shocked faces of my usually smirking colleagues. Someday children would see my photograph in their textbooks. The master cryptographer who intercepted extraterrestrial messages, despite his many critics and setbacks. \n\nMy running thoughts were suddenly brought into focus by a loud knock on the office door. I furrowed my brow. It was two in the morning, all of the graduate students had left. The knock grew louder. I wiped my sweaty palms on my corduroys, at a loss of words. \n\nThe door came down with a swift bang. There must have been twenty men piled near the doorway, all as thick as linebackers. They seemed almost faceless, almost inhuman, with their dark suits and large sunglasses. I watched with horror, frozen in space, face red with indignation, as they began shoving the scattered papers on my desk into cardboard boxes. They were unplugging my computer and packing my floppy disks. One of the men came up to me, displaying a badge with large letters: CIA. I was going to ask to see a warrant, but the words were lost in my throat. \n\nI sat in the dark van, watching the small university town pass by through tinted windows, unaware that I would never return. I wondered about the first time I decoded the radio frequencies, thirty-five years ago, only to have my analysis lost. There was a mantra playing in my head, “We’re sorry. We did all we could to protect you.”\n\n\n\n\n(This is my first time doing any creative writing. Just an avid reader. Helpful criticism is welcome.)",
"“Something doesn’t make sense,” I mutter out while staring at the words in front of me. \n\n“We’re sorry. We did all we could to protect you.”\n\nIt’s clearly from extraterrestrial origins. There’s no denying that. And yet, why was it in Morse code? I peer around me, glancing at terrified faces and now suddenly empty chairs. A large number of people have already started running out of the observatory. Some have shared the message on social media, getting mixed responses until the news networks stepped in.\n\n“The world’s going to end,” one of my remaining coworkers says before suddenly attempting to smash his head in with his desk. “Let me end it my way, let me end it my way,” he shouts as security huddles around him. They desperately try to get a hold of him while blood trickles down from his forehead. \n\nThe message just doesn’t sit well with me. I can’t deny its authenticity at all, but what are the chances we were spoken to in morse code. Maybe the extraterrestrials know because they’ve been apparently protecting us, but something else about it doesn’t make sense. That it was purely given in English. \n\nSurely they would know that this planet was divided within itself. “Damnit,” I yell as my hand smashes onto my desk. This just doesn’t make sense. \n\n“*Ding,*” my computer lightly lets out as a new message comes through. \n\n“Even now, they’re asking us to work.” I take a quick glance around, noticing that I’m alone now. “I guess I’ve missed my shot to leave.” With a sigh, I bring my headphones around my ears and click the light blue message. \n\n“Recorded from Epsilon,” a robotic voice quickly says, startling me. Another message from the same satellite? Again, Morse code occurs, but this time entirely different. I carefully listen, jotting down the words onto a napkin next to me, constantly rewinding anything I think I missed. \n\nI look down at what I wrote, “Seed Colony 1-0-8-0-9 you have eighty years before the projected date of humanity’s enemies entering visible range. May your survival be fruitful, unlike ours.”\n\n“W-what the hell is going on anymore?” I take another glance around me before quickly sending the message back to the higher-ups. I sit still next to my desk for the rest of the day, waiting for something else to come through, for any more information, but nothing ever does. Or well, at least, not from the same source."
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[WP] With all ranged and explosive weapons and attacks suddenly becoming obselete for a reason, all conflicts around the world from now on are done with melee and unarmed weaponry in close quarters combat regardless of scale.
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"**Fun idea, good for a warmup!**\n***\nIt came from nowhere. \n\nA blink and it appeared above the North Pole. A dark polygon that folded, slid and shimmered, changing shape every passing moment. \n\nA mass the diameter of the U.K.\n\nAleph.\n\nToo dark to know how many sides it ever really had. Its purpose unknown.\n\nAnd with Aleph came something else. Something felt by every living human the moment it arrived. The Shimmer. \n\nAnd we were ever changed.\n\n* * *\n\nMy Grandfather was a young man back in the 30’s. He had survived pandemics and the depression. Had fought for privacy and economic fairness. For science and for art. He had done more in his first nineteen years than I have done in thirty.\n\nTimes were different then.\n\nAnd just as the world was coming around to a new Golden Age of peace and prosperity - Aleph arrived. Grandpa couldn’t see Aleph in its place at the north pole, not from Sydney, Australia, anyway.\n\nBut he says what everyone from back then says. “I felt it.” I’ve always liked how he described it.\n\n“All happened in a blink. It was before and then it was after. No fuss. No time at all. But to describe it...I felt *it* slip out from the gaps between my vertebrae. Gush out of my skull, every which place it could. It filled me up and bubbled out to the surface. Coated my skin.\n\nNever felt scared. Didn’t hurt a bit. Felt safer than I ever had.”\n\nThe Shimmer, we assume, is caused by Aleph. The object-entity that appeared above the North Pole. Which is why some called it Aleph’s Gift.\n\nOr, Aleph’s Armor.\n\nPeople discovered, by accidents and combat, that post-Aleph...the human race could not be damaged by objects or non-human creatures. \n\nNo risk to your fingers when dicing. \n\nNo fear of a car when crossing a road.\n\nNo use for a bullet on a battlefield.\n\nThe only thing that could harm a human form is another human form. This has had a profound effect upon the human race.\n\nIn this book I hope to discuss the economic, sociological, and psychological effects that both The Shimmer and Aleph have had on us.\n\nWith interviews from the people that were there, scientists that have devoted their lives to understanding the phenomenon, and my own personal experience - I hope we can discuss what was, is, and will be."
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[WP] all residents of earth of have been converted into zombies by aliens you have spent the last 20 years fending for your self, thinking you were the last living human on earth until you come across your high school crush cornered by a group of aliens and zombies
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"Jesus wept. What did humanity do to deserve this? Zombied the entire world, ***for what***!?!\n\nThey never told us: no warning broadcast, no leaflets, nothing. Just do a polar orbit, drop their damned virus on the whole planet, and leave. We only know that much because all the space services could track them. They couldn't do much else.\n\nWhat a fucking nightmare for the first contact.\n\nTwenty years. I've lived through this for twenty years. In the first year, it was pure survival. Learning how to stay alive. In the next two years, I tried to find anyone else. I also studied emergency power systems and the practical side of broadcast radio.\n\nIn the fourth through sixth years, I ran a high powered FM station blasting music of all sorts across the airwaves. Between each song, a message \"This is Zombie Survival Radio. Located at...\" You get the idea. I added different survival tips for every message.\n\nHonestly, if you haven't figured out how to survive after the first year, chances are you're dead.\n\nSo here I am, Omega Man. I didn't settle for a brownstone. I cleared and fortified a skyscraper.\n\nEat your heart out, Charlton Heston.\n\nOh.\n\nIf they could get at your body, they did it for you.\n\nFuck.\n\nNot that again.\n\nDepression was for the seventh through tenth years. Despite that, I just could not kill myself or walk out into the streets unprotected.\n\nGive up? Let the aliens win? No. No way in hell.\n\nOf course, it's been 20 years now. The majority of the zombies have *died* — that is, other zombies ate them.\n\nThat might be the alien's plan. Without drastically damaging the global ecology; help humanity to remove itself.\n\nGod, what an idea. \"Raid\" for the entire human race. Except it isn't perfect. I'm alive, if over 40 years old, so the aliens aren't perfect, but even if we do start regrowing, chances are we'll be easy to wipe out.\n\nStill, after about 15 years of broadcasting, why hasn't anyone else shown up?\n\nThe zombie population has dropped to the point they're nuisances now, so I go for long drives in the country.\n\nI almost miss it in the rush of air in a convertible—a faint high pitched cry, with three powerful whistle blasts.\n\nA human! Another soul! Oh, God, do *not* let me be late! I'm out of the car and moving fast; I blow my whistle twice, and get three blows back! Running towards the sound, the soul in danger blows a long blast every so often. I answer with a short blast.\n\nIt doesn't take long before I'm in the back yard of a large house. It seems familiar, but right now, there's a giant oak tree surrounded by zombies. Only ten, but if you were caught off guard or low on ammo, you should seek a safe position.\n\nIf nothing else, they'll get hungry enough to go for \"meat right here\" instead of \"meat too high.\"\n\nI lay into them with machete and ax. There are too few to bother with using ammo. Of all the oddest things, these zombies don't bleed. Not even from catastrophic damage like a crushed skull. They're soon dead.\n\n\"Hello! I'm Rick, ZSR broadcast. Can I help you down?\"\n\n\"Hello, Rick. It's late. You might as well climb up. The accommodations are a bit sparse, but they're sturdy and sheltered.\"\n\nThat voice! This place! I look at the tree, and there it is, a heart carved into the tree, \"JD+RH Forever.\"\n\n\"Jennifer Davis?\"\n\nThere's a stunned silence.\n\n\"Richard Hunter?\"\n\n\"Yes, My Princess. May your knight in sterling armor climb this tower to rescue you?\"\n\n\"Yes, My Knight. I would welcome your presence.\"\n\nI climb like a Squirrel, and sure enough, there's the treehouse her father built for her. The year before my father got a job on the west coast.\n\nWhen I get to the house, she's right. Her father built it solidly. And there she is, some 20 plus years older, and even more beautiful than I remember.\n\n\"I greet you, my princess. May this humble knight enter your castle?\"\n\n\"Richard Hunter! If you don't get your ass in here right now and kiss me like a man, I'm going to kick your hopeless ass out of this tree!\"\n\n…\n\nWe are both pushing 40+, but adding Jenny's voice to the broadcasts drew whole families from across the country. Then the world as a Ham rigged a powerful transmitter in one of the long-range bands.\n\nYes, we had problems, crooks, raiders, zombies, disease, but we never gave up. Our community is growing by leaps and bounds.\n\nOne of our brainer friends figured out that the last zombie from the original population should be dead in less than 100 years. He's guessing, but he says the aliens will probably return in a thousand years.\n\nWhy? Ecological recovery. The Earth needs time to heal from what we did to it. At optimal breeding rates, our current population will grow to fill this city and spread out to others. In an exponential expansion, this country will repopulate before our grandkids are dead.\n\nWhy? The virus. If it doesn't kill you, it gives you a much longer lifetime. We know this because when you reach twenty years old, you stop aging until you're over 50 years old. Aging continues slowly from that point. How slow? We don't know yet.\n\n…\n\n\"Alien craft, hold distance at 10 AU or be destroyed.\"\n\n...\n\n\"Alien craft, you have five seconds to get back across the 10 AU line.\"\n\n...\n\n\"They're not stopping, Sir. Permission to open fire?\"\n\nI look at Jenny, she nods.\n\n\"Permission granted.\"\n\nIt took three shots to get a solid lock finally. The subsequent shots were all on target.\n\n\"Craft disabled. SAR deployed along with engineers.\"\n\n\"Keep us informed.\"\n\n\"Yes, Sir.\"\n\n...\n\n\"Harry was right on the money. A thousand years to the day.\"\n\n\"Yes, he was, Jenny. That means it's time for the next phase.\"\n\n\"Are they ready?\"\n\n\"They have to be. The only reason our son let us call the shot was respect. Now, it's his turn in the hot seat.\"\n\n\"And we do... What?\"\n\n\"What would you like, My Princess?\"\n\n\"To travel the galaxy with you, on your white charger, you in your sterling armor. On Quest to see how our slow-boat colonies are doing in real-time.\"\n\n\"Then we have to go back to work, on Project Third Star To The Right.\"\n\n\"I hope Peter will accept us under him.\"\n\n\"He will, my love; he was begging me to join him just last year. You too!\"\n\n\"Well, with a thousand years of study behind us, we should be able to contribute.\"\n\n...\n\n\"Mother! Father! We've cracked the star drive! We are going to the stars on fast boats!\"\n\n((finis))"
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[WP] You're Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer, and due to the large amounts of bullying you've endured all these years, you've finally had enough of everyone's shit.
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" I gored Dasher in the side, ripping out his intestines as my antlers slashed blood across his hide. \n\n“I know Dasher all right,” I said. “And Dancer--” I lunged for him next while he backed into the gumdrop factory, screaming.\n\n“And Prancer--”\n\n“And Vixen--” Little slut.\n\nMy nose glowed brighter as I tossed their entrails across the crisp winter snow. After all those years going to the gay reindeer bar at the South Pole in secret, I realized the truth. The more aroused I was, the redder I glowed.\n\n“I’ve got a reindeer game for you,” I muttered as Comet and Cupid dashed across the snow.\n\nThey ran into my trap as they fled into the barn and the carcasses of Donner and Blitzen fell from the roof, obliterating the dastardly duo forever.\n\n“Oh Rudolph,” Santa said from behind me. “Won’t you guide my sleigh tonight?”\n\nI turned around to face my childhood abuser. Oh yes, Mr. Gives gifts to children in the night, I’ve got a gift for you this twilight. He started at me with his AK-47, and I dodged behind a tree.\n\n“Your nose never lied,” he said as he walked closer.\n\nI burned with rage.\n\n“You enjoyed it,” he whispered, and I lunged out from behind the Christmas tree, goring him one last time as a loud bang resounded through the forest.\n\nI got up and looked down at him. His blood was pooling through the snow, mixing with the red of his suit. My own side was dripping; he’d gotten me badly in the shoulder. I limped away further from the lights. As I slumped down in the snow in the dark cold, I smiled. I’d go down in history all right.\n\nr/ladyandthepen"
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[WP] In a world of superhero’s, your ability is deleting other people’s powers by pointing out their scientific flaws
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"“Terribly sorry, miss. But I couldn’t help but notice that your powers of teleportation seem to ignore pressure differentials at the moment of transport. As you open gates to a separate space to move through, one would assume that air would be sucked into said space with you.”\n\nLike that, the woman known as Slipgate collapsed bonelessly, powers short circuiting, nervous system going haywire. It was never clean, the process of power negation. And the more powerful, the worse it went for former supes. Which brought me to my next target, who’d just punched the door of a bank vault across the foyer I stood in. Hammer, they called him. \n\nWith an impact that shattered windows, cracked wall, and created a giant hole to the outside world, the vault door struck the opposite side of the room. I smirked. Super strength, obviously. Durability as well. Those types were always easy to deal with. “Mr. Hammer! Given your incredible physical power, I was wondering if you could explain your disregard for Newtons laws? By all rights, you should be hurtling through the air like that door!”\n\nI waited expectantly as Hammer began to toss bags filled with... whatever was in the vault. It didn’t interest me, the real prize was the look on the faces of the supers I dealt with as their powers vanished. “Sir! Can you hear me? I was wondering-“\n\n“Heard you fine.” \n\nWithout looking up, Hammer chucked another bag out of the vault, wiping dust off his left shoulder as he did. The man showed no signs of his powers collapsing. Seeming to be utterly unconcerned with me, Hammer collected Slipgate, who had stopped convulsing, and added her to the pile of bags he’d made. “Gonna be a little clunky getting this out of here, no thanks to you.” \n\n“I imagine you’ll figure something out, with the super strength. Tell me, how do you account for the mass differential when launching things like that vault door across rooms?” Hands clasped, I waited for Hammer to think it over. Again, I got no reaction. Slight irritation pulled my face into a frown. Was Hammer too stupid to understand what I’d said? Intelligence had never affected what I did before, but-\n\n“It ain’t super strength.” \n\n“I beg your pardon?”\n\n“I’ve heard about you. Old guy, lab coat. You’re the Professor. Supposed to shut off powers when they don’t agree with science. I’ll let you in on a secret, Prof: my power is to alter physics. When I’m around, science is like a gymnast.” Hammer paused, giving me an insufferable wink. “Flexible.”\n\nWith a grin, Hammer began to drift into the air, followed by Slipgate, and the contents of the vault. Waving cheerily, Hammer made a gesture, and flew through the hole he’d made with the vault door, accomplice and loot trailing.",
"I've been feeling particularly evil has of late. I could be using my incredible scientific discoveries to help mankind, but I decided to rob banks instead because it's more fun! All I had to aid me was a machine that made reality take hold on superheroes when I explained the scientific flaws of their powers. Fortunately, that was all I needed, or so I thought.\n\nThe first superhero who came to stop me was Captain America. I immediately pointed out how no one who was 5'4 and 95 lbs could ever become muscular. He immediately shrunk back into the skinny form he had in 1941 and ran away crying. I laughed maniacally as I started taking the customers' money.\n\nThe next hero who came to stop me was Thor. He was a hammy guy. All I needed to do was tell him that no one could possibly lift a hammer made from the core of a dying star. At this point, he was pulled through the ground by his hammer into the Earth's core where he was melted. I personally prefer the Greco-Roman pantheon anyway so this was not a heartbreaking loss for me.\n\nFinally, Iron Man was sent in just after I had finished collecting my money. I told him that humans were too heavy to fly for more than about a minute (even with a jet pack) and his suit fell down. Unfortunately, I made a critical mistake. When I was giving the muhahahaha laugh to gloat over my victory, I gave one ha too many and suddenly found myself on the wrong end of one of Iron Man's fists. He punched me so hard that he broke my jawbone. As it turns out, robotics can actually give you super strength. Go figure.\n\nAfterwards, the police arrested me and now I'm in jail. On the plus side, I've met Doctor Doom, The Green Goblin, and Otto Octavius. I've done my best to befriend all of them. Maybe someday, I'll get some villainous thrills again.\n\nThe preceding story is dedicated to my Dad. I love him but he doesn't like superhero stories because they require too much suspension of disbelief for him. I hope you enjoyed this one Dad.",
"Every universe with superheroes has a superman knock off. They are powerful, morally upstanding, and usually powered by the sun. They have almost no physical weakness with morals or another one with their power set.\n\nI already defeated twelve of these supers without hostages or their powers. They just don't make sense. They are not giant so they only have the upright surface area of an average man or woman. This causes the solar-based powers to be at best standing still for a year without moving. Heat vision, flight, super strength? The amount of energy needed for those powers, let alone moving while using them, is more than an entire city needs in a year.\n\nStarting with basic movement, they can do that with regular food, but not with sunlight. Plants don't move around if they have proper nutrition, water, and light. Only when lacking one of these do they develop carnivores' traits.\n\nSuper strength is the next major issue. Unless they have super dense muscle and bone then they would break apart anytime a train needs to be stopped. And they can't meet the energy requirements for moving those.\n\nFlight can not exist in the same being as super strength. High-density bones needed to support the super-strength would not be compatible with the low-density bones needed for flight. And again the energy requirements exceed what they can get from food and sunlight.\n\nThe heat vision has obvious energy concerns. And if it would vaporize steel then they would either be immune to each other or incinerate themselves.\n\nIf they had only one of these powers then it would theoretically be possible to get enough energy for that power, but altogether they would have trouble standing up most of the time.\n\nI just tell them this and they go into a coma."
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[WP] One day, it was late, you got hit by the car. When you opened your eyes, you saw as your body was still on the ground. You hear someone talking behind you. "Oh, come on, you again? That's 5th time this week. How many times I have to tell you, be more careful. I have my life too." Grim Reaper
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"\"But noooo, the fates have decreed that you must live. I just wish I can damn you already.\"\nI didn't even bother looking up from my body, as i can hear the reaper's anger. Taking a deep breath, i looked up. \n\" And you think this easy for me?\" I asked.\n\" i didn't plan on dying today or any other day. Let's just get on with it and do that thing with your scythe.\"\nWith a ominous sounding creak, the Reaper lifted its scythe and swung at me.\n I didn't know long it been, as a bright light subsided and saw a paramedic holding a flashlight. Things became a bit of blur as the pain from being ran over came back, but the thing that stuck out the most after wards was my doctors telling me that my x-ray s showed a weird growth in my bones. And the doctors being strangely quite when i asked them if it was benign. I've learned two things that day; that the Fates are cruel and that the Reaper may soon get its wish."
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[WP] During spring break in Las Vegas you meet a charming stranger. The stranger gives you an ancient coin and the following offer: "eternal life for the soul of your first born, just press the coin to the back of the child's head." Years later you have a family and the words haunt you every day.
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"The day my daughter was born was the happiest of my life. She was a beautiful, healthy baby and she looked just like her mother. I hadn't thought of that strange man for years, but now I couldn't get him out of my head. What did he mean by eternal life? Why give this coin to me? Was I going crazy or was this stranger really so engrained in my head?\n\nI was raised in a Catholic household, and was taught that eternal life had meant dying and going to heaven. Was this coin going to send my child to heaven? Was it going to do anything at all? My mind raced throughout the night, going through endless scenarios of what could happen to my daughter. We hadn't even given her a name yet but I was faced with a much bigger decision. I decided to sleep it off and clear my head. \n\nWhen I awoke, I was no longer in the hospital room. How did I get to this place, and what exactly was this place? It was a large building with a domed ceiling and beautiful stained glass windows. \n\n\"A church?\" I thought to myself, \"How the hell did I even get here?\"\n\nJust as those words crossed my mind I was shaken awake. Staring into my eyes was a nurse, but not the nurse I had talked to the night before. There was something eerily familiar about him. He looked at me, smiled, and said something that shook me to my core.\n\n\"Have you decided yet?\" he asked. \n\n\"I-I'm not sure what you mean,\" I blurted out clumsily.\n\n\"Your daughter, she needs a name doesn't she!\" he said with a sheepish grin.\n\n\"Right, sorry, I had the strangest dream and I can't seem to get it off my mind.\"\n\n\"Ah so you still have the coin,\" he said as his grin turned sinister.\n\nI was speechless. As those words left his mouth I finally recognized his face. It had been 10 years but he looked exactly the same. But before I could answer him he spoke up again.\n\n\"Your time is running short, best make your decision by nightfall.\"\n\nAs he walked out of the room I felt a chill down my spine. This couldn't be happening, I had to still be dreaming. Dreaming, my dream! It had to mean something. Although my memory was a bit hazy, I had this strange sense that I had been to that place before. \n\nMy wife was somehow still asleep through all of this, and without waking her, I rushed out the door and ran to my car. Opening my wallet I took out the coin, still in the exact spot I had put it so many years before. I started my car and began to drive. With no thought whatsoever I pulled in to my Catholic elementary school. The school looked exactly the same but the church that was connected to it had recently been rebuilt.\n\nAlthough I hadn't been inside this church since I was a child, before it had been knocked down and rebuilt, I recognized every inch of it. Everything in the church was exactly as it was in my dream. Just then, everything went black.\n\nWhen I finally came to I was no longer in the church. There was a man sitting across the room from me, with the coin in his hand.\n\n\"Hey man, give that back it's worth more than your life,\" I said, startling the man.\n\nHe looked deep into my eyes, as if peering directly into my soul before speaking. \n\n\"My son, this coin is not worth anything to me. I gain nothing from stealing it from you,\" the strange man said in a stern voice. \n\n\"So it really is worthless. You know I thought I was going crazy, you have no idea what I've gone through the last 24 hours.\" \n\n\"I said it is worth nothing to me, but to you, it is priceless. Do you see this writing here?\" the man said gesturing to the coin. \"It's Aramaic, and it says that whoever accepts this coin may forfeit their eternal life for another.\"\n\nI became visibly angry, shouting at the man, \"What the hell does that mean, man. I've had a long day and you're not the first person who's given me a riddle to solve. My daughter is not even a day old yet I should still be at the hospital with my wife.\" \n\nJust then the strange mans' face turned ghostly white. \"My name is Father Christopher, I'm the pastor of this church. I've been a member of the church for 45 years and studied at the Vatican. This coin of yours.... I've seen it before, in an ancient book that is not of this world. The Codex Gigas, also known as the Devils' Bible. It is said that this giant book was written in one night by a monk who was aided by the devil. It contains many depictions of dark artifacts, one of which is this coin.\"\n\n\"So you're telling me that THE devil walked up to me on the street 10 years ago and gave me this coin? And you seriously expect me to believe that?\" I scoffed. \n\nFather Christopher's face turned serious. \"Tell me then, why did you take this coin from a stranger in the first place? And why did you hold on to it for this long?\"\n\n\"I-I-I,\" I tried to speak but nothing came out.\n\n\"With this coin comes a decision, a decision that only you can make. Since you accepted this coin of your own free will, you have bound yourself to Satan himself. That coin is what links you, and the only way to free yourself from this bond is to pass it to your child.\"\n\n\"B-but, that means....\"\n\n\"Yes,\" Father Christopher said sternly, \"if you wish to enjoy eternal life after death, you must trade the soul of your first born by pressing this coin into their head.\"\n\n\"And if I don't?\" I asked, already knowing the answer.\n\n\"Then you are damned for all eternity, but your child will be saved,\" Father Christopher said softly, seeing how difficult this was for me to hear. \n\n\"I know what I must do,\" I said, \"But I'm not sure I have the strength to do it.\"\n\nFather Christopher nodded kindly, and showed me to the door. He knew that he could do nothing more to help me. \n\nI got into my car and started sobbing uncontrollably. Why me, why must I be cursed with this decision? I drove straight back to the hospital and walked in to the room my wife was in with tears in my eyes. \n\nSeeing I was visibly upset, she got up and hugged me.\n\n\"Where is our daughter?\" I asked in a soft tone, \"Can I see her yet?\"\n\nJust then, a voice spoke from the doorway, \"Your daughter is doing fantastic, all preliminary tests show that she is in perfect health. Someone is bringing her over right now.\"\n\nRight when I saw my daughter I broke down crying. Holding her in my arms I removed the coin from my pocket, placing it in my left hand. She was so beautiful, with her mothers eyes and my little ears. Peering from the doorway was the man I recognized from long ago, and staring him in the face, I took the coin in my left hand and flicked it into a nearby garbage can. \n\n\"What was that,\" asked my wife.\n\n\"Oh nothing sweetheart. Just a piece of junk that I held on to for far too long.\""
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[WP] Unable to watch his queen die at the hands of a lowly pawn, a knight does what no knight has ever done before: move diagonally.
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"\"My queen! No!\", the white armored knight stared in horror as a lowly foot soldier was inching closer and closer to take the head of his beloved queen.\n\n\"It's alright, Sir William. There is nothing in your power that you can do to safe me. It's alright. That is the game after all\", the white queen despaired but accepting of her fate.\n\nThe black foot soldier slowly walking towards the white queen with his sword in hand, bloodlust in his eyes. \n\n\"My queen, please! There must be something I can do!\", tears started to pool on the knight's eyes. His helplessness he cursed over and over.\n\n\"Sir William, you are sitting at f4. My would be assassin is almost sitting across me at d2. Please, just let me go\", the white queen closed her eyes ready for the embrace of death.\n\n\"My queen...ordained me!\", the white knight screamed in desperation.\n\nThe white queen opened her eyes confused.\n\n\"Sir William...that is not a rule\", the queen reminded the knight\n\n\"Majesty, for you I would break any rules. Hurry! Just do it!\", the knight shouted.\n\nThe queen just shook her head of the blatant disregard of the rule, but she did what the knight asked anyway, \"By the authority invested in me as the head of the church, in the name of God, I ordained you as...a bishop\"\n\nThe knight's despair turned into determination. With a focused look he rode his horse diagonally across the battlefield to d2, taking out the black pawn in a swift slash of his sword. That sensation of going diagonally for the first time was overwhelming, but the glory of just successfully protected his queen took over his anxiety.\n\n\"Your majesty...\", the knight disembarked from his horse and went down on his knee saluting his beloved queen.\n\nThe white queen shook her head in disbelief of the rule breaking act her trusted knight just did, but since there was no objection from the other side she remained quiet.\n\n\"Thank you, Sir William. But it's not over yet. We are still in the presence of danger\", the white queen said.\n\nThe white knight climbed up his horse again. He saw another black pawn sitting at b1, just promoted to become a black knight. The white knight grasped his sword tightly. It was time for another battle."
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[WP] A cursed cave exists beneath a desert mountain. Previous civilizations put up signs for warning but their language was lost. All that remains are pictures of skulls and a sign displaying “Yucca Mountain”
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"Yucca Mountain... An odd name for a strange place. There was a garden of thorns before the Great Dying. We know that much from our shaman. We have ancient relics that show people standing outside the garden of thorns. Thorns that jut from the earth such that Gaia must be in terrible pain.\n\nThe relics show many texts, none now alive can read them. All those who could have read those texts died in the Great Dying.\n\nAll we have now are the crude marks we can make, to show what our shaman tells us.\n\nYucca Mountain is a resting place for the seeds of the Great Dying. All who go there and spend more than a day dies the same way the ancients did in the Great Dying. Those who leave soonest are the least hurt. Those who visit too often die of a disease that no shaman can cure. Often decades later in life.\n\nWe pray for the return of the ancient ones, that they may explain this to us, and take these terrible thorns away from Gaia.\n\nWe pray for many things.\n\nThe kind caress on the head.\n\nThe gentle ruffle of our hair.\n\nThe happy greetings given and taken on rejoining.\n\nThe knowledge that we are safe in their hands, and they are safe while we stand guard.\n\nMost of all, we pray for one last \"Good Boy!\" before we face the long night of forever.\n\n((finis))",
"\"Hey! Gus, come check this out!\"\n\nI sighed, and took one last sip of water from my bottle. The sun was merciless and I really just wanted to go home. We were supposed to leave before nightfall, but as usual, Nick got carried away.\n\n\"Gus! Are you coming?\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" I hollered and got up from my rock. \n\nI slowly walked in the direction of his voice down a dune. Nick was looking back at me, standing by a sign with the entrance of a cave not too far ahead.\n\n\"What is it? Aren't we supposed to be heading back to the car now?\"\n\n\"We will, but check this out,\" he gestured toward a sign that was covered in crude skull drawings with *Yucca Mountain* scrawled in the middle. \"Pretty edgy, right?\" He asked, with mischief in his voice.\n\n\"I guess...look, anything with skulls is a no from me. Besides, this sign looks...ancient. It can't be anything good.\"\n\nNick huffed some, \"Where is your sense of adventure? Let's just see the inside.\"\n\n\"My sense of adventure has been zapped away by the sun two hours ago. You dragged me out here to find some fabled oasis that is a fucking fantasy. I was only trying to appease you for your birthday. *Please,* let's just go home. My wife is waiting for me.\"\n\n\"Come on. We're already out here. Let's just look a little inside.\"\n\nI sighed, \"Fine. But we leave after thirty minutes.\"\n\nHe rushed in. I watched him disappear inside. I needed to gather my thoughts before I ran in there. The skulls truly did throw me off. Movies led me to believe that meant bad news...but they were just movies. When I looked down, I noticed more signs covered with sand. The only thing I could make out were more skull drawings and what looked like a mix of random symbols and chicken scratch. Maybe this was a bad sign after all?\n\nI ran into the cave after Nick. He had his flashlight on and pointed on a wall to his right. Drawings went up and down the wall, depicting skeletons doing various mundane tasks, Nick pointed to one that looked as if two were holding a treasure chest of gold.\n\n\"Oh, no,\" I said before he could say anything, \"I've seen how this goes down in movies! You take some cursed ancient gold and then you die. We are not doing such a thing.\"\n\n\"I don't need to take gold,\" he said, rolling his eyes, \"I just want to see if it's real.\"\n\nFrom deep in the cave, there was a sound. It was as if the cave itself took a breath. A warning. Warm air blew against our faces, yet a shiver still ran down my spine. \n\n\"We have to see that gold. It would make this whole trip worth it. Snap some pics on our phones of the gold and other people will come out and take it and we can see what happens to them.\"\n\nI grabbed his arm before he could walk off, \"How about you take a picture of the wall and we call it a day?\"\n\n\"I took one before you got here. Let's go.\"\n\nHe started walking farther in, and against my better judgement, I followed. With each step, the cave got a little darker. The cave seemed as if it was breathing and each breath became more rapid the longer we were in there. The walls even seemed to have a slight pulse. It wasn't much, but I could swear I felt the rock shift ever so slightly under my fingers. I didn't like it. Nick shone his flashlight toward a bunch of stalagmites and stalactites. \n\nHe nudged me and whispered, \"Hey, Gus, doesn't that rock at the base look like a clawed hand?\"\n\nI looked in the direction of the light and sure enough, it really looked like a hand with long skinny fingers that was the same color as the rock. \"Yeah,\" I said, \"that's pretty creepy.\"\n\nNick handed me the flashlight, crouched down and threw a rock at it. It looked like there was a slight flinch, followed by the breath again, this time fast. A screech came from the back of the cave, It grew louder, The hand slowly slid down and two reflective circles popped up then disappeared. More appeared and vanished as quickly as they popped up. They resembeled cat eyes, but something was very different. The screech stopped, but it looked as if the stalagmites and stalactites shifted some. \n\nMy friend's body stiffen and his breath seemed to stop. I shined the light on him and his face was pale. He looked to me, his eyes wide. He looked as if he saw a ghost.\n\nIn a quiet voice I barely recognized he whispered, \"Leave.\"\n\n\"What?\" I asked, not sure if I understood him. It wasn't like Nick to turn and run away from something.\n\n\"I said we have to leave! Didn't you see!?\" He almost screamed and ran off.\n\nI followed and we didn't stop running until the cave was out of sight. It was pitch black out, almost as dark as the inside of the cave. We stopped, taking deep breaths. It was weird how dark it got. We couldn't have been in the cave that long. The sun wasn't going to set for another couple of hours. \n\n\"Why is it so dark? We weren't in there that long,\" I said.\n\n\"I don't know, man, but we need to get to the car and leave. Don't you feel that dread? Didn't you see it? Those eyes? That anger? That force coming toward us? Grabbing at your heart, trying to suck the life out of you?\"\n\nWhere did he even get all that from? \"No,\" I said, \"No, I just saw a few pairs of what looked like eyes....what are you even talking about?\"\n\n\"Something tried to grab me. Suck me in. Keep me there. I can feel a slight tug in my heart to go back, but it'll be my death. Let's just go home.\n\n\"Okay,\" I said, worried. We hiked back to the car by flashlight.\n\nwe got back home only to find out we were gone for three days as opposed to one. To make things freakier, I can feel the tug at my heart. It isn't strong and I can fight it off, but a part of me is dying to go back to that cave."
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