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[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | "What are you hooligans doing?" I cried. "This is an old and respected establishment."
"Oy, Cap!" one of the ruffians cried. "Look at this. The chair can talk."
The captain of the ruffians strode up and loomed over me. He was tall and swarthy, with a bushy black beard. He wore a faded blue tunic, and held a steel dag... | Sam’s tavern is comfortable, much better than that dark, molding dungeon. I’m glad he took me from there, even though I was trying to hide from him when he found me. It was a good disguise, too: Just a wooden, rickety old chair. But I bet I stuck out like a sore thumb among all that sparkling treasure. Now I have the s... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | Edgar sat back in his favorite chair, the one passed down from his father, and his father's father before him. It wasn't a particularly special chair, though it was a nice mahogany, or so he thought. He'd kept up on the finish, made sure to check and make sure the legs and their cross-sections were secure. It had survi... | Sam’s tavern is comfortable, much better than that dark, molding dungeon. I’m glad he took me from there, even though I was trying to hide from him when he found me. It was a good disguise, too: Just a wooden, rickety old chair. But I bet I stuck out like a sore thumb among all that sparkling treasure. Now I have the s... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | "What are you hooligans doing?" I cried. "This is an old and respected establishment."
"Oy, Cap!" one of the ruffians cried. "Look at this. The chair can talk."
The captain of the ruffians strode up and loomed over me. He was tall and swarthy, with a bushy black beard. He wore a faded blue tunic, and held a steel dag... | The chair wasn’t really having it.
It felt like the normal type of robbery. I’ve had lots of those. The robber was a bit more carefree than usual, so I assumed it was an amateur or something, and I was quite prepared to take care of it myself. And then she whipped out this scroll I’ve never seen before in my life, and... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | "What are you hooligans doing?" I cried. "This is an old and respected establishment."
"Oy, Cap!" one of the ruffians cried. "Look at this. The chair can talk."
The captain of the ruffians strode up and loomed over me. He was tall and swarthy, with a bushy black beard. He wore a faded blue tunic, and held a steel dag... | Am I able to disguise myself as something else, or am I just a chair? If I'm just a chair:
The ruffians entered the tavern, with all the chairs and stools put away, except... one. In the middle of the room, next to one of the largest tables, there was a normal chair. The ruffians looked at it, perplexed, and decided ... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | The first things I can remember were steel bars and a wooden cart. I hadn't yet grown enough to control my form, and could only take the instinctual shape of a chest. As the darkness passed and the sun rose, a man in a flamboyant robe and top hat appeared and began peddling.
"Come one, come all, see the magnificent tr... | Day 507 as chair; Johnny, the old begged came in for a drink again, his ibs hasn’t settled I was in nirvana all afternoon. He thankfully had lots of cheese and gluten so I could be smothered in his god like gas.. why do the homeless farts always smell the best?
Day 508 as chair; today they tried to rob us. I gave them... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | The mimic watches quietly from a short distance. Ensuring it is between the ruffians and the elderly adventurer. As the ruffians cautiously round the bar, seeking an advantage over the slower adventurer, the mimic creeps imperceptibly towards the exit. Laying a trap for the unsuspecting ruffians.
It knows the elderly ... | Day 507 as chair; Johnny, the old begged came in for a drink again, his ibs hasn’t settled I was in nirvana all afternoon. He thankfully had lots of cheese and gluten so I could be smothered in his god like gas.. why do the homeless farts always smell the best?
Day 508 as chair; today they tried to rob us. I gave them... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | Tavern keeper: "Mr. Handy. After all these years you were a mimic in disguise?"
Mimic being translated by a mage: "I am, you took me from a dungeon decades ago. I have stayed here ever since"
Tarvern Keeper: "Why did you change just now?"
Mimic: "I had to, we were in danger"
Tavern Keeper: "We?"
Mimic: "Yes, we. T... | Day 507 as chair; Johnny, the old begged came in for a drink again, his ibs hasn’t settled I was in nirvana all afternoon. He thankfully had lots of cheese and gluten so I could be smothered in his god like gas.. why do the homeless farts always smell the best?
Day 508 as chair; today they tried to rob us. I gave them... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | I am, and always have been, a simple creature with a taste for the simple things. The smell of fresh bread. The tastes of ale and wine. The pleasure of catching an annoying little mouse.
I inherited my current life when someone abducted me. Normally, I’d have ripped the stranger them apart without remorse, but I’d jus... | Day 507 as chair; Johnny, the old begged came in for a drink again, his ibs hasn’t settled I was in nirvana all afternoon. He thankfully had lots of cheese and gluten so I could be smothered in his god like gas.. why do the homeless farts always smell the best?
Day 508 as chair; today they tried to rob us. I gave them... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | It started off like any other night: a group if bards was performing a heroic tale, a slew of maidens served mead and meats, adventurers, townsfolk, and merchants all drank and laughed together as strangers.
I had been a piano chair in this tavern for almost 20 years, I got to hear the best musicians this town has ev... | Day 507 as chair; Johnny, the old begged came in for a drink again, his ibs hasn’t settled I was in nirvana all afternoon. He thankfully had lots of cheese and gluten so I could be smothered in his god like gas.. why do the homeless farts always smell the best?
Day 508 as chair; today they tried to rob us. I gave them... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | He walks out the door, closing it. The click of a key turning the lock. I didn't eat him today either. Awareness of my surroundings tell me it's mostly quiet. Two mice argue over a little piece of cheese. Might make a meal of them later. For now they're over by the mirror, and that's too far away. Wouldn't do to reveal... | Day 507 as chair; Johnny, the old begged came in for a drink again, his ibs hasn’t settled I was in nirvana all afternoon. He thankfully had lots of cheese and gluten so I could be smothered in his god like gas.. why do the homeless farts always smell the best?
Day 508 as chair; today they tried to rob us. I gave them... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | “…the table laughed, we killed the table,” Erick said with a grin for the hundredth time as his friends seated around the table erupted in laughter. One would think people would get tired of same the joke after telling it so much, but it seemed that Erick and his friends loved that joke and would tell it after every ad... | Day 507 as chair; Johnny, the old begged came in for a drink again, his ibs hasn’t settled I was in nirvana all afternoon. He thankfully had lots of cheese and gluten so I could be smothered in his god like gas.. why do the homeless farts always smell the best?
Day 508 as chair; today they tried to rob us. I gave them... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | I sat in the dark cold room in wait for a pesky group of adventurers to make their way in here. It had been quite some time since I've seen anyone other than the goblins that inhabitated this cave and I was growing hungry. The occasion goblin here and there helped tide over my appetite but in my experience adventurers ... | Day 507 as chair; Johnny, the old begged came in for a drink again, his ibs hasn’t settled I was in nirvana all afternoon. He thankfully had lots of cheese and gluten so I could be smothered in his god like gas.. why do the homeless farts always smell the best?
Day 508 as chair; today they tried to rob us. I gave them... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | A dungeon break. That's what it's called when monsters get too powerful or too smart for the dungeon to control, they break free and exit the dungeon to run amok. Everyone agrees adventurers and dungeons have a symbiotic relationship. Adventurers cull monsters before they break, keeping the mana used to create them ... | Day 507 as chair; Johnny, the old begged came in for a drink again, his ibs hasn’t settled I was in nirvana all afternoon. He thankfully had lots of cheese and gluten so I could be smothered in his god like gas.. why do the homeless farts always smell the best?
Day 508 as chair; today they tried to rob us. I gave them... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | A Mimic, a creature that only seem to have one purpose, luring adventurers to their doom by mimicking a certain item such as a chest, a door, a wardrobe, well mostly chest. But here is a tale of a mimic who took form of a chair.
*I lived quite a boring life. Just keeping still and occasionally eating rats or occasiona... | Day 507 as chair; Johnny, the old begged came in for a drink again, his ibs hasn’t settled I was in nirvana all afternoon. He thankfully had lots of cheese and gluten so I could be smothered in his god like gas.. why do the homeless farts always smell the best?
Day 508 as chair; today they tried to rob us. I gave them... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | "What are you hooligans doing?" I cried. "This is an old and respected establishment."
"Oy, Cap!" one of the ruffians cried. "Look at this. The chair can talk."
The captain of the ruffians strode up and loomed over me. He was tall and swarthy, with a bushy black beard. He wore a faded blue tunic, and held a steel dag... | Day 507 as chair; Johnny, the old begged came in for a drink again, his ibs hasn’t settled I was in nirvana all afternoon. He thankfully had lots of cheese and gluten so I could be smothered in his god like gas.. why do the homeless farts always smell the best?
Day 508 as chair; today they tried to rob us. I gave them... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | "What are you hooligans doing?" I cried. "This is an old and respected establishment."
"Oy, Cap!" one of the ruffians cried. "Look at this. The chair can talk."
The captain of the ruffians strode up and loomed over me. He was tall and swarthy, with a bushy black beard. He wore a faded blue tunic, and held a steel dag... | The first things I can remember were steel bars and a wooden cart. I hadn't yet grown enough to control my form, and could only take the instinctual shape of a chest. As the darkness passed and the sun rose, a man in a flamboyant robe and top hat appeared and began peddling.
"Come one, come all, see the magnificent tr... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | "What are you hooligans doing?" I cried. "This is an old and respected establishment."
"Oy, Cap!" one of the ruffians cried. "Look at this. The chair can talk."
The captain of the ruffians strode up and loomed over me. He was tall and swarthy, with a bushy black beard. He wore a faded blue tunic, and held a steel dag... | The mimic watches quietly from a short distance. Ensuring it is between the ruffians and the elderly adventurer. As the ruffians cautiously round the bar, seeking an advantage over the slower adventurer, the mimic creeps imperceptibly towards the exit. Laying a trap for the unsuspecting ruffians.
It knows the elderly ... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | I am, and always have been, a simple creature with a taste for the simple things. The smell of fresh bread. The tastes of ale and wine. The pleasure of catching an annoying little mouse.
I inherited my current life when someone abducted me. Normally, I’d have ripped the stranger them apart without remorse, but I’d jus... | Tavern keeper: "Mr. Handy. After all these years you were a mimic in disguise?"
Mimic being translated by a mage: "I am, you took me from a dungeon decades ago. I have stayed here ever since"
Tarvern Keeper: "Why did you change just now?"
Mimic: "I had to, we were in danger"
Tavern Keeper: "We?"
Mimic: "Yes, we. T... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | It started off like any other night: a group if bards was performing a heroic tale, a slew of maidens served mead and meats, adventurers, townsfolk, and merchants all drank and laughed together as strangers.
I had been a piano chair in this tavern for almost 20 years, I got to hear the best musicians this town has ev... | Tavern keeper: "Mr. Handy. After all these years you were a mimic in disguise?"
Mimic being translated by a mage: "I am, you took me from a dungeon decades ago. I have stayed here ever since"
Tarvern Keeper: "Why did you change just now?"
Mimic: "I had to, we were in danger"
Tavern Keeper: "We?"
Mimic: "Yes, we. T... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | "What are you hooligans doing?" I cried. "This is an old and respected establishment."
"Oy, Cap!" one of the ruffians cried. "Look at this. The chair can talk."
The captain of the ruffians strode up and loomed over me. He was tall and swarthy, with a bushy black beard. He wore a faded blue tunic, and held a steel dag... | Tavern keeper: "Mr. Handy. After all these years you were a mimic in disguise?"
Mimic being translated by a mage: "I am, you took me from a dungeon decades ago. I have stayed here ever since"
Tarvern Keeper: "Why did you change just now?"
Mimic: "I had to, we were in danger"
Tavern Keeper: "We?"
Mimic: "Yes, we. T... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | "What are you hooligans doing?" I cried. "This is an old and respected establishment."
"Oy, Cap!" one of the ruffians cried. "Look at this. The chair can talk."
The captain of the ruffians strode up and loomed over me. He was tall and swarthy, with a bushy black beard. He wore a faded blue tunic, and held a steel dag... | I am, and always have been, a simple creature with a taste for the simple things. The smell of fresh bread. The tastes of ale and wine. The pleasure of catching an annoying little mouse.
I inherited my current life when someone abducted me. Normally, I’d have ripped the stranger them apart without remorse, but I’d jus... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | "What are you hooligans doing?" I cried. "This is an old and respected establishment."
"Oy, Cap!" one of the ruffians cried. "Look at this. The chair can talk."
The captain of the ruffians strode up and loomed over me. He was tall and swarthy, with a bushy black beard. He wore a faded blue tunic, and held a steel dag... | It started off like any other night: a group if bards was performing a heroic tale, a slew of maidens served mead and meats, adventurers, townsfolk, and merchants all drank and laughed together as strangers.
I had been a piano chair in this tavern for almost 20 years, I got to hear the best musicians this town has ev... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | “…the table laughed, we killed the table,” Erick said with a grin for the hundredth time as his friends seated around the table erupted in laughter. One would think people would get tired of same the joke after telling it so much, but it seemed that Erick and his friends loved that joke and would tell it after every ad... | He walks out the door, closing it. The click of a key turning the lock. I didn't eat him today either. Awareness of my surroundings tell me it's mostly quiet. Two mice argue over a little piece of cheese. Might make a meal of them later. For now they're over by the mirror, and that's too far away. Wouldn't do to reveal... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | A Mimic, a creature that only seem to have one purpose, luring adventurers to their doom by mimicking a certain item such as a chest, a door, a wardrobe, well mostly chest. But here is a tale of a mimic who took form of a chair.
*I lived quite a boring life. Just keeping still and occasionally eating rats or occasiona... | He walks out the door, closing it. The click of a key turning the lock. I didn't eat him today either. Awareness of my surroundings tell me it's mostly quiet. Two mice argue over a little piece of cheese. Might make a meal of them later. For now they're over by the mirror, and that's too far away. Wouldn't do to reveal... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | "What are you hooligans doing?" I cried. "This is an old and respected establishment."
"Oy, Cap!" one of the ruffians cried. "Look at this. The chair can talk."
The captain of the ruffians strode up and loomed over me. He was tall and swarthy, with a bushy black beard. He wore a faded blue tunic, and held a steel dag... | He walks out the door, closing it. The click of a key turning the lock. I didn't eat him today either. Awareness of my surroundings tell me it's mostly quiet. Two mice argue over a little piece of cheese. Might make a meal of them later. For now they're over by the mirror, and that's too far away. Wouldn't do to reveal... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | "What are you hooligans doing?" I cried. "This is an old and respected establishment."
"Oy, Cap!" one of the ruffians cried. "Look at this. The chair can talk."
The captain of the ruffians strode up and loomed over me. He was tall and swarthy, with a bushy black beard. He wore a faded blue tunic, and held a steel dag... | “…the table laughed, we killed the table,” Erick said with a grin for the hundredth time as his friends seated around the table erupted in laughter. One would think people would get tired of same the joke after telling it so much, but it seemed that Erick and his friends loved that joke and would tell it after every ad... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | A dungeon break. That's what it's called when monsters get too powerful or too smart for the dungeon to control, they break free and exit the dungeon to run amok. Everyone agrees adventurers and dungeons have a symbiotic relationship. Adventurers cull monsters before they break, keeping the mana used to create them ... | I sat in the dark cold room in wait for a pesky group of adventurers to make their way in here. It had been quite some time since I've seen anyone other than the goblins that inhabitated this cave and I was growing hungry. The occasion goblin here and there helped tide over my appetite but in my experience adventurers ... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | A Mimic, a creature that only seem to have one purpose, luring adventurers to their doom by mimicking a certain item such as a chest, a door, a wardrobe, well mostly chest. But here is a tale of a mimic who took form of a chair.
*I lived quite a boring life. Just keeping still and occasionally eating rats or occasiona... | I sat in the dark cold room in wait for a pesky group of adventurers to make their way in here. It had been quite some time since I've seen anyone other than the goblins that inhabitated this cave and I was growing hungry. The occasion goblin here and there helped tide over my appetite but in my experience adventurers ... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | "What are you hooligans doing?" I cried. "This is an old and respected establishment."
"Oy, Cap!" one of the ruffians cried. "Look at this. The chair can talk."
The captain of the ruffians strode up and loomed over me. He was tall and swarthy, with a bushy black beard. He wore a faded blue tunic, and held a steel dag... | I sat in the dark cold room in wait for a pesky group of adventurers to make their way in here. It had been quite some time since I've seen anyone other than the goblins that inhabitated this cave and I was growing hungry. The occasion goblin here and there helped tide over my appetite but in my experience adventurers ... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | A dungeon break. That's what it's called when monsters get too powerful or too smart for the dungeon to control, they break free and exit the dungeon to run amok. Everyone agrees adventurers and dungeons have a symbiotic relationship. Adventurers cull monsters before they break, keeping the mana used to create them ... | I grew up in the dark depths, a place where large hairy spiders sneak through the roof; a place where giant slugs inch themselves forward; a place where no child is found wandering, for long at least.
In a way I think I'm like them. My teeth are sharp like theirs. I find myself thinking vile thoughts every now and th... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | A Mimic, a creature that only seem to have one purpose, luring adventurers to their doom by mimicking a certain item such as a chest, a door, a wardrobe, well mostly chest. But here is a tale of a mimic who took form of a chair.
*I lived quite a boring life. Just keeping still and occasionally eating rats or occasiona... | I grew up in the dark depths, a place where large hairy spiders sneak through the roof; a place where giant slugs inch themselves forward; a place where no child is found wandering, for long at least.
In a way I think I'm like them. My teeth are sharp like theirs. I find myself thinking vile thoughts every now and th... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | "What are you hooligans doing?" I cried. "This is an old and respected establishment."
"Oy, Cap!" one of the ruffians cried. "Look at this. The chair can talk."
The captain of the ruffians strode up and loomed over me. He was tall and swarthy, with a bushy black beard. He wore a faded blue tunic, and held a steel dag... | I grew up in the dark depths, a place where large hairy spiders sneak through the roof; a place where giant slugs inch themselves forward; a place where no child is found wandering, for long at least.
In a way I think I'm like them. My teeth are sharp like theirs. I find myself thinking vile thoughts every now and th... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | A Mimic, a creature that only seem to have one purpose, luring adventurers to their doom by mimicking a certain item such as a chest, a door, a wardrobe, well mostly chest. But here is a tale of a mimic who took form of a chair.
*I lived quite a boring life. Just keeping still and occasionally eating rats or occasiona... | A dungeon break. That's what it's called when monsters get too powerful or too smart for the dungeon to control, they break free and exit the dungeon to run amok. Everyone agrees adventurers and dungeons have a symbiotic relationship. Adventurers cull monsters before they break, keeping the mana used to create them ... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | "What are you hooligans doing?" I cried. "This is an old and respected establishment."
"Oy, Cap!" one of the ruffians cried. "Look at this. The chair can talk."
The captain of the ruffians strode up and loomed over me. He was tall and swarthy, with a bushy black beard. He wore a faded blue tunic, and held a steel dag... | A dungeon break. That's what it's called when monsters get too powerful or too smart for the dungeon to control, they break free and exit the dungeon to run amok. Everyone agrees adventurers and dungeons have a symbiotic relationship. Adventurers cull monsters before they break, keeping the mana used to create them ... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | A Mimic, a creature that only seem to have one purpose, luring adventurers to their doom by mimicking a certain item such as a chest, a door, a wardrobe, well mostly chest. But here is a tale of a mimic who took form of a chair.
*I lived quite a boring life. Just keeping still and occasionally eating rats or occasiona... | Everyone thinks this is easy. Everyone thinks its a jolly jape to change into whatever you want.
But its physics. Its a mass thing. You cant just transmogrify into what ever you want whenever you want. It takea prep. It takes time.
The chair was a mistake. Considering when i got locked down there i was a solid oak ... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | They were so tasty, the dwarven party that had entered the treasure chamber. I was so satiated that I could not have eaten anything else. That is one of the most blissful feelings one can have. I didn't have visitors in my cave often, so I figured I would have a solid month to digest my meal when I heard the sound o... | Everyone thinks this is easy. Everyone thinks its a jolly jape to change into whatever you want.
But its physics. Its a mass thing. You cant just transmogrify into what ever you want whenever you want. It takea prep. It takes time.
The chair was a mistake. Considering when i got locked down there i was a solid oak ... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | "What are you hooligans doing?" I cried. "This is an old and respected establishment."
"Oy, Cap!" one of the ruffians cried. "Look at this. The chair can talk."
The captain of the ruffians strode up and loomed over me. He was tall and swarthy, with a bushy black beard. He wore a faded blue tunic, and held a steel dag... | Everyone thinks this is easy. Everyone thinks its a jolly jape to change into whatever you want.
But its physics. Its a mass thing. You cant just transmogrify into what ever you want whenever you want. It takea prep. It takes time.
The chair was a mistake. Considering when i got locked down there i was a solid oak ... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | "What are you hooligans doing?" I cried. "This is an old and respected establishment."
"Oy, Cap!" one of the ruffians cried. "Look at this. The chair can talk."
The captain of the ruffians strode up and loomed over me. He was tall and swarthy, with a bushy black beard. He wore a faded blue tunic, and held a steel dag... | A Mimic, a creature that only seem to have one purpose, luring adventurers to their doom by mimicking a certain item such as a chest, a door, a wardrobe, well mostly chest. But here is a tale of a mimic who took form of a chair.
*I lived quite a boring life. Just keeping still and occasionally eating rats or occasiona... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | They were so tasty, the dwarven party that had entered the treasure chamber. I was so satiated that I could not have eaten anything else. That is one of the most blissful feelings one can have. I didn't have visitors in my cave often, so I figured I would have a solid month to digest my meal when I heard the sound o... | Question I was asking myself since my youth was, what taste best.
I ate pretty much everything. Rats, cats, dogs, blink dogs (they are not worth the trouble).
Sometimes I had more complicated meals. For example when I was closet, I had some lady with more parfume than flesh, pretty good seasoning I have to admit.
I ... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | "What are you hooligans doing?" I cried. "This is an old and respected establishment."
"Oy, Cap!" one of the ruffians cried. "Look at this. The chair can talk."
The captain of the ruffians strode up and loomed over me. He was tall and swarthy, with a bushy black beard. He wore a faded blue tunic, and held a steel dag... | Question I was asking myself since my youth was, what taste best.
I ate pretty much everything. Rats, cats, dogs, blink dogs (they are not worth the trouble).
Sometimes I had more complicated meals. For example when I was closet, I had some lady with more parfume than flesh, pretty good seasoning I have to admit.
I ... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | Edgar sat back in his favorite chair, the one passed down from his father, and his father's father before him. It wasn't a particularly special chair, though it was a nice mahogany, or so he thought. He'd kept up on the finish, made sure to check and make sure the legs and their cross-sections were secure. It had survi... | Question I was asking myself since my youth was, what taste best.
I ate pretty much everything. Rats, cats, dogs, blink dogs (they are not worth the trouble).
Sometimes I had more complicated meals. For example when I was closet, I had some lady with more parfume than flesh, pretty good seasoning I have to admit.
I ... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | "What are you hooligans doing?" I cried. "This is an old and respected establishment."
"Oy, Cap!" one of the ruffians cried. "Look at this. The chair can talk."
The captain of the ruffians strode up and loomed over me. He was tall and swarthy, with a bushy black beard. He wore a faded blue tunic, and held a steel dag... | They were so tasty, the dwarven party that had entered the treasure chamber. I was so satiated that I could not have eaten anything else. That is one of the most blissful feelings one can have. I didn't have visitors in my cave often, so I figured I would have a solid month to digest my meal when I heard the sound o... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | "What are you hooligans doing?" I cried. "This is an old and respected establishment."
"Oy, Cap!" one of the ruffians cried. "Look at this. The chair can talk."
The captain of the ruffians strode up and loomed over me. He was tall and swarthy, with a bushy black beard. He wore a faded blue tunic, and held a steel dag... | Life good, life been good. Life was bad, hunger bad and was hungry so life bad. So hungry life so bad went sleep. Woke up and Big Snackums had me tied in wheeled bed...bed with wheels...wheel barrow...nope, cart, tied in cart. Big Snackums in open though, to many other snackums, hungry but not want die so stay chai... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | Edgar sat back in his favorite chair, the one passed down from his father, and his father's father before him. It wasn't a particularly special chair, though it was a nice mahogany, or so he thought. He'd kept up on the finish, made sure to check and make sure the legs and their cross-sections were secure. It had survi... | Life good, life been good. Life was bad, hunger bad and was hungry so life bad. So hungry life so bad went sleep. Woke up and Big Snackums had me tied in wheeled bed...bed with wheels...wheel barrow...nope, cart, tied in cart. Big Snackums in open though, to many other snackums, hungry but not want die so stay chai... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | "What are you hooligans doing?" I cried. "This is an old and respected establishment."
"Oy, Cap!" one of the ruffians cried. "Look at this. The chair can talk."
The captain of the ruffians strode up and loomed over me. He was tall and swarthy, with a bushy black beard. He wore a faded blue tunic, and held a steel dag... | "Nah, not that place," the surly old man said while spinning the knife like a top, blade down, on the tip of his finger.
"Why not? It looks cozy, no guards, and the clientele are just regular folk." The young man did give an astute judgement of the tavern after all.
"Just no, you thickhead. You think a place like tha... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | Edgar sat back in his favorite chair, the one passed down from his father, and his father's father before him. It wasn't a particularly special chair, though it was a nice mahogany, or so he thought. He'd kept up on the finish, made sure to check and make sure the legs and their cross-sections were secure. It had survi... | "Nah, not that place," the surly old man said while spinning the knife like a top, blade down, on the tip of his finger.
"Why not? It looks cozy, no guards, and the clientele are just regular folk." The young man did give an astute judgement of the tavern after all.
"Just no, you thickhead. You think a place like tha... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | Well, you know what my kind is. We take the form of a chest, lure adventurers to pick us up, and they become our next meal. Some others take on different forms to lure prey - I've heard of one resembling a plank of all things to ensnare people trying to use it as a bridge. You hear a lot of things from passers-by when ... | [Part 1 of 2]
Huh? I must have dozed off for a second. Wait, where am I? I glanced around the small room, enjoying the warmth that came from the fire in front of me, the crackling of wood on flame a deliciously enchanting view. The interweaving flames mesmerized me, only for my view to be obstructed when someone sat d... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | "What are you hooligans doing?" I cried. "This is an old and respected establishment."
"Oy, Cap!" one of the ruffians cried. "Look at this. The chair can talk."
The captain of the ruffians strode up and loomed over me. He was tall and swarthy, with a bushy black beard. He wore a faded blue tunic, and held a steel dag... | [Part 1 of 2]
Huh? I must have dozed off for a second. Wait, where am I? I glanced around the small room, enjoying the warmth that came from the fire in front of me, the crackling of wood on flame a deliciously enchanting view. The interweaving flames mesmerized me, only for my view to be obstructed when someone sat d... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | Edgar sat back in his favorite chair, the one passed down from his father, and his father's father before him. It wasn't a particularly special chair, though it was a nice mahogany, or so he thought. He'd kept up on the finish, made sure to check and make sure the legs and their cross-sections were secure. It had survi... | [Part 1 of 2]
Huh? I must have dozed off for a second. Wait, where am I? I glanced around the small room, enjoying the warmth that came from the fire in front of me, the crackling of wood on flame a deliciously enchanting view. The interweaving flames mesmerized me, only for my view to be obstructed when someone sat d... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | "What are you hooligans doing?" I cried. "This is an old and respected establishment."
"Oy, Cap!" one of the ruffians cried. "Look at this. The chair can talk."
The captain of the ruffians strode up and loomed over me. He was tall and swarthy, with a bushy black beard. He wore a faded blue tunic, and held a steel dag... | Well, you know what my kind is. We take the form of a chest, lure adventurers to pick us up, and they become our next meal. Some others take on different forms to lure prey - I've heard of one resembling a plank of all things to ensnare people trying to use it as a bridge. You hear a lot of things from passers-by when ... | |
[WP] You're a mimic. You were disguised as a chair in a dungeon when an adventurer decided to take you as loot. You've actually enjoyed your life ever since as furniture in a jolly tavern. So when some ruffians try to rob the now-elderly adventurer's business, you finally reveal yourself. | Edgar sat back in his favorite chair, the one passed down from his father, and his father's father before him. It wasn't a particularly special chair, though it was a nice mahogany, or so he thought. He'd kept up on the finish, made sure to check and make sure the legs and their cross-sections were secure. It had survi... | Well, you know what my kind is. We take the form of a chest, lure adventurers to pick us up, and they become our next meal. Some others take on different forms to lure prey - I've heard of one resembling a plank of all things to ensnare people trying to use it as a bridge. You hear a lot of things from passers-by when ... | |
[WP] Grim Reaper only exists if there's life to be taken. The last human alive finally meet the Grim Reaper. | In the depths of the Earth, the last human waited. Waited for what, he couldn't say. For the radiation to clear, for the ice to melt, or for rescue to come. But everyday, he would wake, eat food grown in the automated hydroponic farm of the bunker, read books, listen to music, and then man the radio station. Most of hi... | Huh, I thought he'd be taller. I guess TV and film always exaggerate these things. The Grim Reaper, Grim for short - and The Earl of County Sussex in his previous life - stood six foot two at the step of my door. Politely, he'd rung the doorbell.
'Afternoon.' He said, or they. I'm not quite sure.
He stood in what can... | |
[WP] Grim Reaper only exists if there's life to be taken. The last human alive finally meet the Grim Reaper. | There exists a place between worlds, where soul pass through when they die. A place of darkness, undefined, incomprehensible.
Almost a void, really. It would have been, if not for the cloaked figure standing at the center of it all. Waiting. In his left hand was a steadily-burning lantern, and in his right, an o... | Huh, I thought he'd be taller. I guess TV and film always exaggerate these things. The Grim Reaper, Grim for short - and The Earl of County Sussex in his previous life - stood six foot two at the step of my door. Politely, he'd rung the doorbell.
'Afternoon.' He said, or they. I'm not quite sure.
He stood in what can... | |
[WP] Grim Reaper only exists if there's life to be taken. The last human alive finally meet the Grim Reaper. | There exists a place between worlds, where soul pass through when they die. A place of darkness, undefined, incomprehensible.
Almost a void, really. It would have been, if not for the cloaked figure standing at the center of it all. Waiting. In his left hand was a steadily-burning lantern, and in his right, an o... | In the depths of the Earth, the last human waited. Waited for what, he couldn't say. For the radiation to clear, for the ice to melt, or for rescue to come. But everyday, he would wake, eat food grown in the automated hydroponic farm of the bunker, read books, listen to music, and then man the radio station. Most of hi... | |
[WP] Grim Reaper only exists if there's life to be taken. The last human alive finally meet the Grim Reaper. | There exists a place between worlds, where soul pass through when they die. A place of darkness, undefined, incomprehensible.
Almost a void, really. It would have been, if not for the cloaked figure standing at the center of it all. Waiting. In his left hand was a steadily-burning lantern, and in his right, an o... | "...Am I dead?" The human asked. The hooded figure gave out a series of coughs.
"*Just about*" rasped the figure. "*And taking me with you*" It chuckled a bit. "*I'm here to collect your soul.*"
"Oh..." The human seemed to notice the Grim Reaper wasn't well. "I'm...taking you with me? Are you dying too? Seems... | |
[WP] Just before the nuclear holocaust begins, a giant UFO cuts off power worldwide and transmits a single message, "Alright you guys, knock it off". | This was it. He was done with the Russkies and their nonsense, they went too far this time.
He took a deep breath and pressed the button.
But then the power went out.
"What happened?"
"It seems that a EMP hit us, sir."
"Was it the Russkies?"
Thats when a voice was broadcast into the room.
"Alright you guys, kn... | A man walks into the oval office. "The reports have been confirmed, sir."
"Damn it, I was hoping it wouldn't come to this. Ready the nukes."
Meanwhile in most of the other countries, people are going into bunkers, preparing for the nuclear holocaust.
"5, 4, 3, 2-"
The power cuts off, all around the world. From everywh... | |
[WP] "So when you said that your curse would bind your arch-nemesis for all eternity..." Your companion holds up your hand to inspect the newly appeared magical wedding band on your ring finger. "Yeah, I didn't really think that would mean 'to me'." | The hero and his apprentice appeared to be muttering amongst themselves, but Eliza had her own problems. A white light had materialized around her left hand, and now a ring was stuck to her finger. It would not move. This made no sense, she was the demon queen. Nothing was beyond her power, but this damn ring. She gave... | -warning, got a lil sexier than expected. No NSFW tho-
"What are you saying, Jason?" Said Jason's best friend and companion Liza as she grabbed my hand forcefully to look at the solid, deceptively simple gold wedding band.
"Yeah, well, that spell we found? It bound the Arch Mage, as planned. To me, though. It bound ... | |
[WP] "So when you said that your curse would bind your arch-nemesis for all eternity..." Your companion holds up your hand to inspect the newly appeared magical wedding band on your ring finger. "Yeah, I didn't really think that would mean 'to me'." | The hero and his apprentice appeared to be muttering amongst themselves, but Eliza had her own problems. A white light had materialized around her left hand, and now a ring was stuck to her finger. It would not move. This made no sense, she was the demon queen. Nothing was beyond her power, but this damn ring. She gave... | "well shoot this is not how that was supposed to work...."
"oh yeah really?" obviously interrupted in the middle of an epic battle, a well built blood dancer, some blood still seeping from cuts pulled at the metal band around his finger furiously.
"Well... I, didn't actually think when I casted the spell it would bi... | |
[WP] "So when you said that your curse would bind your arch-nemesis for all eternity..." Your companion holds up your hand to inspect the newly appeared magical wedding band on your ring finger. "Yeah, I didn't really think that would mean 'to me'." | "You see, I was getting pretty desprate. Bro, I'm not even gay! I just didn't read the footnotes. Yes, I should've realized when I saw the book was written by Venus, and yes I should've also realized when I saw the items required for the spell included various flower petals, a gold ring and a lock of both our hairs. It... | “Ravis the Brave, I know you’re angry, but you don’t understand. You’re being unreasonable,” my companion whispered in the halls of Daegar’s Despair, the winds of the underworld nearly blocking out his soft, panicked voice. The slimy stones of the dungeon created a perfect wind tunnel for the screams of the damned, and... | |
[WP] You're the world's greatest hero, but you've got a crush on a minor villain, so you go out of the way to stop their crimes in the hopes of rehabilitating them (and perhaps get a date). They know this, and they've decided to use it against you. | PART TWO:
One day, I went on about my usual routine to stop her from robbing... this time... this time it was different. She actually flipped out on me, really bad.
“Stop stopping me,” she yelled in a furious voice.
“Selena, what’s wrong..?”
“You’re what’s wrong, you egotistical bastard. You’re lonely and depresse... | PART ONE:
Being the world’s greatest hero isn’t easy, actually... I take that back, it is. I am simply another caliber of superhuman, I’ve tackled some of the world’s greatest threats, defeated some of the most powerful super villains mankind has ever bestowed, and honestly, it’s just too easy.
Let me check my watch,... | |
[WP] The evil princess has kidnapped the knight, a war hero in shining armor. Now, the kingdom has only one hope, the mighty fearsome dragon. | On a dark and stormy night a single squire climbed a mountain to find the dragon’s tower. The squire gasped for air as she stood in front of the tower door. When she regained her composure she knocked. Opening the door was a rather large teenage-looking boy.
“Hello?” He asked.
“Leon! Help! Jack has been taken by the ... | Our story starts in the far off land of Mankrăvin: in particular, on the highest and roughest of its mountains, where according to legend would reside a horrifying dragon. Its presence and its overwhelming power loomed over our kind's history: it was there when our first empires were born, and it watched as they crumbl... | |
[WP]A little girl has been found who always knows how many things are in another thing. Even when asked how many cells are in my body, she said she could write the answer but didn’t know what it meant. When she was asked how many stars are in the universe she responded, Zero. | "Have you ever heard of the Akashic records, Prof. Renn?", asked Prof. Burnswood.
"Can't say that I am familiar", answered the researcher.
The old Prof. Burnswood made himself comfortable on his peer's office chair. With his hand rubbing his chin, he glanced at the little girl sitting on the adjacent observation room... | I stared down at the sheet in front of me. The numbers on the page foreign, but still understandable to me as a linguist. I could see the girl, Abhigjna, in the other room quietly sitting at the desk eating her snack. She looked carefree, her bright native clothing standing out against the stark brutal design of the go... | |
[WP] Your mob boss asks you to "take care of" some thugs at a shady business. You had a rough home life, so you interpret this as parenting them. After you bring them food and nicer clothes, they're astonished by your kindness, and the city's gangs have no idea how to maintain their version of order | The Prono brothers were new in town and clearly unfamiliar with the local business and trade structure. They set up shop – Prono’s Wares – in the middle of Hell’s Kitchen, which was essentially owned by my boss, Mr. Gilmore, a cold and calculating businessman. And more importantly: the boss of the biggest crime syndica... | A scruffy looking gang member picked up the clothes I sat on the table. “Oh, so my clothes aren’t good enough? You think I should wear these instead? Fuck you!”
Suddenly I blacked out, a blow to the back of my head.
I woke up hours later tied to a chair where they tortured me. The days became weeks became month... | |
[WP] Your mob boss asks you to "take care of" some thugs at a shady business. You had a rough home life, so you interpret this as parenting them. After you bring them food and nicer clothes, they're astonished by your kindness, and the city's gangs have no idea how to maintain their version of order | As the night fell above the city, three packed cars pulled up before the biggest mansion within the compound located on the quiet yet luxurious side of the neighborhood. A few sturdy men exited each car, every single one of them were dressed to the nine as if they meant business-- business suits, not too fancy but not ... | Behind the tall table made out of marine wood, with thirty one, the exact amount, carved spots in it from men swinging their knifes at him. The man puffed out smoke from the old limited cigar produced in italy in 1970. The circles around his eyes were deep and dark. They had weathered, a lot, and in simpler words—seen ... | |
[WP] You arrive at the dungeon and discover that the monsters are on strike. | A fighter, a cleric, and a rogue step out of a stand of trees to a small clearing in front of a dark cave, a babbling brook tumbling out of the cave opening and down the gentle incline back into the woods. They're stealthy, or trying to be, though the cleric's chainmail armor clangs and clicks with every ungainly stomp... | The Dungeoneers Office Of Monsters (D.O.O.M.) gives you their deepest respect, Moster №2519, for bringing these issues to our attention and showing to us how many Monsters at Dungeon №1932 care about their working conditions. We cant to assure you that we care too. We will be the first to acknowledge that while monste... | |
[WP] First contact finally happens. Mankind awaits the talk with their alien brethren. The aliens teleport in and look around in disappointment. "Aww, you guys chose science? Why? Magic is so much better." One explains. | Bewilderment set in immediately. A chorus of voices raised at once. Questions, denials, attempts at jokes, defensive posturing.
But I watched our Alien neighbors closely, and they seemed confused by our reaction. They were taken aback, but I couldn't tell if it was cultural, of if there was something else going on. Pr... | I've spent over twenty years of my life to the devotion to astrophysics. Regarded as one of the greatest innovators in the field, my work speaks for itself. However, all that was challenged by the extraterrestrials known as "Celestials."
He appeared at a time of dire need—not in the essence of danger, but in a state o... | |
[WP] You love Halloween. Not because of the celebrations, but because the veil between the living and the dead worlds is the thinnest. Which means you can pass across and see him. | "Marco! Hurry up! Leave that cat alone!"
The younger boy turned and watched as his brother raced around the corner and out of sight. Marco smiled as he knelt down to pet his new friend, silky black hairs coursing through his fingers.
"Do you know what today is, little one?" he asked wistfully as the cat purred sof... | Harry beats his fingers against the crumbling stone archway, tapping out a staccato rhythm full of nervous energy. Two more minutes.
Three years, Harry thinks to himself. Three years he's worked at the Department of Mysteries before they decided to trust him with the well-kept secret.
On any other day, the Veil would... | |
[WP] You love Halloween. Not because of the celebrations, but because the veil between the living and the dead worlds is the thinnest. Which means you can pass across and see him. | "Marco! Hurry up! Leave that cat alone!"
The younger boy turned and watched as his brother raced around the corner and out of sight. Marco smiled as he knelt down to pet his new friend, silky black hairs coursing through his fingers.
"Do you know what today is, little one?" he asked wistfully as the cat purred sof... |
The soft sound of a guitar winds it’s ways into my ears as I close down the ratraunt. Sweep the floor, clean the tables, the whole thing. Sure, it’s a lot of work, but I didn’t want Maria to have to miss going Trick or Treating with her son. I grab a beer from the fridge and smile to myself, it’s finally the day. I ... | |
[WP] You love Halloween. Not because of the celebrations, but because the veil between the living and the dead worlds is the thinnest. Which means you can pass across and see him. | "Marco! Hurry up! Leave that cat alone!"
The younger boy turned and watched as his brother raced around the corner and out of sight. Marco smiled as he knelt down to pet his new friend, silky black hairs coursing through his fingers.
"Do you know what today is, little one?" he asked wistfully as the cat purred sof... | "Happy Halloween!" "Trick or treat!" The children cry, holding out colorful buckets expectantly.
I smile. Their costumes get more ridiculous every year. I can't help but feel like my mother. *What are you supposed to be, one of those fortnites the kids keep talking about?*
What a crowd. I put on a wicked smile, rais... | |
[WP] We aren’t like ants to the Eldritch Ones. We’re more like bees. Harmless if left alone. Painful, or even deadly, if riled. | A young horror floats through space, quietly observing a little blue planet and its creatures. She'd always found humans fascinating and odd. Her classmates always made fun of her for it, breaking her planets, ripping her human doodles, and squishing any lone human they found right in front of her. They laughed and lau... | I fear the ones who rile beneath.
Their minds are a complex cascade of inscrutable information. So many thoughts, so much potential, yet they only commit themselves to their petty squabbles.
They fear me for I too am inscrutable. My formless body casts an eternal night over their world. A single glance they may take i... | |
[WP] We aren’t like ants to the Eldritch Ones. We’re more like bees. Harmless if left alone. Painful, or even deadly, if riled. | We were surprised when the beast fell after it had destroyed Los Angeles. It was the strangest thing: the second it was struck with missiles, it seemed to recoil, then pause, examining the military for a moment. And in that moment, rather anticlimactically, the tanks, jets, and ships out in the ocean opened fire. The g... | I fear the ones who rile beneath.
Their minds are a complex cascade of inscrutable information. So many thoughts, so much potential, yet they only commit themselves to their petty squabbles.
They fear me for I too am inscrutable. My formless body casts an eternal night over their world. A single glance they may take i... | |
[WP] We aren’t like ants to the Eldritch Ones. We’re more like bees. Harmless if left alone. Painful, or even deadly, if riled. | The puppeteers were eternal.
So was their hunger.
The hunger used to be bearable at first, when they could create new ideas to mull over and pass the time.
But an eternity is long, and even a puppeteer's imagination is not infinite.
It took many strange aeons, aeons of creating and stealing and cajoling and even en... | Humans crave progress they said. We will reach the stars and conquer galaxies they said. Turned out humans crave iPhones and mmo full vr games. Yes, we did explore our solar system, and even reached some nearest stars, but there was more in the news about iPhone XXSXLZS than about new space expedition. People are happy... | |
[WP] We aren’t like ants to the Eldritch Ones. We’re more like bees. Harmless if left alone. Painful, or even deadly, if riled. | I almost gave up on the case after seeing the mutilated corpse of a professor. My clients hired me to find their daughter Claire, a biology student at the prestigious Miskatonic University, who was missing since the beginning of fall. Law enforcement gave up on finding her after a few weeks of no leads, which prompted ... | Humans crave progress they said. We will reach the stars and conquer galaxies they said. Turned out humans crave iPhones and mmo full vr games. Yes, we did explore our solar system, and even reached some nearest stars, but there was more in the news about iPhone XXSXLZS than about new space expedition. People are happy... | |
[WP] You have the innate ability to detect when someone looks at you, and where they're located. Someone, or something, has been staring at you for the last hour from the moon. | It had been going for a full hour, and it still wouldn't stop staring at me. No matter where I went, no matter where I hid, it still wouldn't bloody stop *staring.*
There is usually a reason why I work the late shift, doing janitorial work at an office building. In daytime, wherever I go, I know when someone is lookin... | I huddled in my dark room my full and only attention on my misery. My warped hands covered my emancipated face, my weeping sorrows echoed throughout my prison.
Suddenly, I grew conscious of someone staring at me. I turned my sorry excuse of a head towards the spot where it emanated from.
In an instant I felt their co... | |
[WP] Every one knows the three headed hell hound, Cerberus, but not many know that heaven also has its own guard dog. | The line was long. The Pearly Gates were just a tiny speck in the distance, and I suspected that one's vision worked a little differently in this state of being. I sighed and settled in to wait, just like I had at the ER...where I passed from one line to another. I glanced at the other people in line with me- some loo... | Michael woke up from a dreamless sleep to the sound of chirping birds. *Hmm.* he pulled himself off the bed and walked to a nearby table to pour himself a cold, pink liquid. He downed it in a single gulp and sighed in relief. The doctor had prescribed the liquid for his headache that woke him up every morning. Michael ... | |
[WP] You are a young Elf. You've just been awarded a scholarship at one of the most prestigious magic schools in all of the Nine Realms. The... Massachusetts Institute of Technology? | Zana Ljosa hated it. A common reaction for a Light Elf so far from home. And a natural reaction for the First Princess of the First Family of Ljosa.
She always hated the very idea Midgard, the middle realm of mortals. Now she hated the clingy fog draped on Boston. Quickly she came hate the noisy cars and stalking bicy... | Getting into MIT last week was the highlight of my young life.
That is, until I opened today’s letter. I'm not just going to MIT, I'm getting a full ride. I drop the letter, bounce up and down, then throw my hand in the air Freddie Mercury style. I bet Queen’s front man would’ve envied the sparklers spraying from my f... | |
[WP] You are a young Elf. You've just been awarded a scholarship at one of the most prestigious magic schools in all of the Nine Realms. The... Massachusetts Institute of Technology? | Zana Ljosa hated it. A common reaction for a Light Elf so far from home. And a natural reaction for the First Princess of the First Family of Ljosa.
She always hated the very idea Midgard, the middle realm of mortals. Now she hated the clingy fog draped on Boston. Quickly she came hate the noisy cars and stalking bicy... | 16.
I worry I wrote the elf too childish.
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“May I ask you where the “lecture room is?”
Countless of humans walk beside you. All of them approaching a building build out of the finest stone you ever saw. Its gigantic. You imagined tha... | |
[WP] “Wait ma’am, nothing was stolen?” “Nothing, yes.” “And there was no obvious point of entry?” “Not that I could find.” “So how do you know there was a break in?” “My place was a mess yesterday, then i wake up this morning and it’s the cleanest I’ve ever seen it!” | *earlier that day. I had a plan all set up. That house was my next target. I had mapped it all out so I knew where to go and how to get in and out easily. Most importantly I had my targets marked so I could find them. All that was left was to put my plan into action. That night I make my way to the house and locate my ... | "So let me get this right, somebody teleported into your house, stole your nothing, and paid you by cleaning things up a little bit?" Sherlock enters scene. "No, I suppose nothing was keeping you from cleaning your own house while you were asleep, so when somebody stole nothing from you, you cleaned the house." "But wh... | |
[WP] “Wait ma’am, nothing was stolen?” “Nothing, yes.” “And there was no obvious point of entry?” “Not that I could find.” “So how do you know there was a break in?” “My place was a mess yesterday, then i wake up this morning and it’s the cleanest I’ve ever seen it!” | The sheriff sighed and flipped his notebook closed. “Ma’am…have you helped someone out in the last few days? Perhaps offered someone a drink or a ride?”
“No, as I said, I’m new in town, I’ve hardly spoken to anyone.”
“Do you perhaps have a cat?”
“Yes, I do, Fluffy is my dearest companion! You may have noticed the di... | "So let me get this right, somebody teleported into your house, stole your nothing, and paid you by cleaning things up a little bit?" Sherlock enters scene. "No, I suppose nothing was keeping you from cleaning your own house while you were asleep, so when somebody stole nothing from you, you cleaned the house." "But wh... | |
[WP] In this world, at the age of 25 the human soul physically manifest into an animal. The animal determines everything in your life from careers to marriage. During the global televised awakening ceremony once every new years. Its now your turn, your soul is a mythical creature that doesn't exist. | ‘Why did I have to awaken alongside her?’ I thought to myself as I stood on the stage.
My awakening day had come. So had hers. She smirked at me. I stifled a growl. She’d made my life a living hell from the moment we met.
Her name is Lila. Every word out of her mouth is always a lie. She turned our school against m... | The crowd watches in as the shapeless mass grows huge. The announcer speaks into the mike “ooh looks like a Blue whale, the biggest animal ever. You must have a floaty personality with a grand hea-“. I notice the crowds are looking up a bit to high for my soul animal to still be a whale I haven’t even felt it’s complet... | |
[WP] Pillar, a superhero, and Hate, his nemesis, stare each other down on a busy city sidewalk, both in plainclothes, battle eminent. Amongst other passers by, a man harshly pulls along a little girl by her wrist. "He's not my daddy!" she cries out. This draws both the hero and villain's attention. | We stare at each other on a crowded street, apparent strangers locked in recognition. I know those eyes. Usually behind a mask, yes, and usually briefly seen in the flash of battle. Hate. My nemesis, the greatest supervillain the city has ever known. And she recognises me. I can see it in those cold blue eyes, the fl... | The man looks back and forth, his thin hair bouncing against a sweat-slicked brow. Tightening his grip around the girl’s arm, he careens backwards, sprinting desperately away from the gathered crowd. Pillar looks to his nemesis, whose face has contorted in sick excitement.
“No! Don’t-”
It’s too late. A te... | |
[WP] The courageous hero foretold to defeat the dark queen instead falls in love and marries her, settles down and has a kid, you. Years later, you're awkward parents send you off to university, and the "new" dark lord attacks the city and kidnaps you without realizing who your parents are. | The first thing the "Dark Lord" felt after having his monologue interrupted was a distinct lack of available space in his dented helmet. The second thing he felt was every ounce of my 210 pound musclebound body sitting on his chest as I fiddled woth a communication bracelet with one hand and continued ripping off the r... | I hadn't even finished getting through my first month at Uni, when I woke up with a severe headache. That's odd, I don't remember drinking at all. Then I look around to see a stereotypical dark lord base and myself tied up. Plus there's a fuckton of faceless mooks around. I sigh, as it was probably another up and comin... | |
[WP] The courageous hero foretold to defeat the dark queen instead falls in love and marries her, settles down and has a kid, you. Years later, you're awkward parents send you off to university, and the "new" dark lord attacks the city and kidnaps you without realizing who your parents are. | “Finally awake, are you?”
The voice came from behind me as I opened my eyes. The room was dark, but I could make out a spartan cell: stone walls, dusty furniture, cobwebs, the whole shebang. I could hear movement behind me, feet sliding languidly across the floor. The single window of the chamber let in only murky moo... | I hadn't even finished getting through my first month at Uni, when I woke up with a severe headache. That's odd, I don't remember drinking at all. Then I look around to see a stereotypical dark lord base and myself tied up. Plus there's a fuckton of faceless mooks around. I sigh, as it was probably another up and comin... | |
[WP] The courageous hero foretold to defeat the dark queen instead falls in love and marries her, settles down and has a kid, you. Years later, you're awkward parents send you off to university, and the "new" dark lord attacks the city and kidnaps you without realizing who your parents are. | “I am telling, dude, you are making a huge mistake!”
“Silence!” The Dark Lord hissed as he pointed a blade in my direction. “Be grateful that you still have the lungs to draw your breath! For I-“
“Look, I am trying to help you! Just let me go and I promise to make sure you live through this! Hurry, we don’t have eno-... | I hadn't even finished getting through my first month at Uni, when I woke up with a severe headache. That's odd, I don't remember drinking at all. Then I look around to see a stereotypical dark lord base and myself tied up. Plus there's a fuckton of faceless mooks around. I sigh, as it was probably another up and comin... | |
[WP] The courageous hero foretold to defeat the dark queen instead falls in love and marries her, settles down and has a kid, you. Years later, you're awkward parents send you off to university, and the "new" dark lord attacks the city and kidnaps you without realizing who your parents are. | Midsummer had been three days ago, and it showed by the fact that the districts on the lower end of thefinancial spectrum were still on fire, guessing from the smell of smoke in the air. Shame, there was a few good pubs down that way, not like I should know. Not allowed off University grounds first year. Mind you, the ... | I hadn't even finished getting through my first month at Uni, when I woke up with a severe headache. That's odd, I don't remember drinking at all. Then I look around to see a stereotypical dark lord base and myself tied up. Plus there's a fuckton of faceless mooks around. I sigh, as it was probably another up and comin... | |
[WP] The courageous hero foretold to defeat the dark queen instead falls in love and marries her, settles down and has a kid, you. Years later, you're awkward parents send you off to university, and the "new" dark lord attacks the city and kidnaps you without realizing who your parents are. | Dad would have been proud of how fast I slipped out of the ropes binding my hands behind my back. He'd be furious that I got captured in the first place but they captured the auditorium quickly from multiple points and my seat was dead center of the crowd. Any move I made would end up with massive casualties.
It reall... | I hadn't even finished getting through my first month at Uni, when I woke up with a severe headache. That's odd, I don't remember drinking at all. Then I look around to see a stereotypical dark lord base and myself tied up. Plus there's a fuckton of faceless mooks around. I sigh, as it was probably another up and comin... | |
[WP] The courageous hero foretold to defeat the dark queen instead falls in love and marries her, settles down and has a kid, you. Years later, you're awkward parents send you off to university, and the "new" dark lord attacks the city and kidnaps you without realizing who your parents are. | “Finally awake, are you?”
The voice came from behind me as I opened my eyes. The room was dark, but I could make out a spartan cell: stone walls, dusty furniture, cobwebs, the whole shebang. I could hear movement behind me, feet sliding languidly across the floor. The single window of the chamber let in only murky moo... | The first thing the "Dark Lord" felt after having his monologue interrupted was a distinct lack of available space in his dented helmet. The second thing he felt was every ounce of my 210 pound musclebound body sitting on his chest as I fiddled woth a communication bracelet with one hand and continued ripping off the r... | |
[WP] The courageous hero foretold to defeat the dark queen instead falls in love and marries her, settles down and has a kid, you. Years later, you're awkward parents send you off to university, and the "new" dark lord attacks the city and kidnaps you without realizing who your parents are. | “I am telling, dude, you are making a huge mistake!”
“Silence!” The Dark Lord hissed as he pointed a blade in my direction. “Be grateful that you still have the lungs to draw your breath! For I-“
“Look, I am trying to help you! Just let me go and I promise to make sure you live through this! Hurry, we don’t have eno-... | The first thing the "Dark Lord" felt after having his monologue interrupted was a distinct lack of available space in his dented helmet. The second thing he felt was every ounce of my 210 pound musclebound body sitting on his chest as I fiddled woth a communication bracelet with one hand and continued ripping off the r... | |
[WP] The courageous hero foretold to defeat the dark queen instead falls in love and marries her, settles down and has a kid, you. Years later, you're awkward parents send you off to university, and the "new" dark lord attacks the city and kidnaps you without realizing who your parents are. | *"After being born under the light of a falling star, Vernal the Brave was marked by fate. His life's purpose, ordained by the ancient gods, was to end the reign of the Witch Queen.*
*He trained in the most ancient of combat arts, using a sword like it was part of his own being. He bathed in the blood of dragons he sl... | I tried to raise my hand, but that was kinda hard to do when they were tied together.
"You know, for a damsel, you're not very good at screaming," Aaron, the purported Dark Lord, said.
"I- I- uh- well, you see," I mumbled.
"Speak *up* for crying out loud," Aaron said. "Or cry. Either works. I'm *trying* to get a bit... | |
[WP] You aren't a superhero, exactly. Your powers depend on whatever powers your target thinks you have. They call you Placebo Man. | “What do you mean you’ve never heard of me?!” I shout out, ducked behind the counter as it splinters with every shot.
“Don’t know what to tell ya pal! I’m new in town and I never cared for you hero types!” They shout back between gunshots. “You some kind of poser?”
Goddamnit, it’s always the out of towners. Damn ups... | Damn, you’re going thin again. A bit see-through, gooey and falling-apart around the edges. Really gross. This won’t do. You’ve been lazing about for decades in half-existence, it’s time for another cycle.
People feed you their beliefs about given forms, and some are turbocharged. No point in languishing up the food c... | |
[WP] You aren't a superhero, exactly. Your powers depend on whatever powers your target thinks you have. They call you Placebo Man. | On my first day in the hero association, when they asked what my powers were for the form. When I tried to explain that I wasn't sure, and they seemed to vary between being able to lift a little bit more than a normal person, to being able to eat food really quickly, to being able to catch things inhumanly fast, to bei... | Name’s Houdini. Harry Houdini. I can’t really do anything, but with a little angle work and a clusterfuck of morons for an audience, the bills tend to find themselves paid at the end of each month. And I tend to find myself laid, but that’s another story for another time. Like I was sayin, name’s Harry, Harry Houdini. ... | |
[WP] You aren't a superhero, exactly. Your powers depend on whatever powers your target thinks you have. They call you Placebo Man. | Steel cuffs pinned my arms to the wall at the wrist. I could hear the faint humming of electricity as my opponent, Methodostro, cackled.
"Got you this time, Placebo Man!" they called out as they strode towards me. "The brute force you've used in the past won't get you out of these cuffs. The harder you struggle, the m... | Name’s Houdini. Harry Houdini. I can’t really do anything, but with a little angle work and a clusterfuck of morons for an audience, the bills tend to find themselves paid at the end of each month. And I tend to find myself laid, but that’s another story for another time. Like I was sayin, name’s Harry, Harry Houdini. ... | |
[WP] You're a brand new knight, and you're rational, unlike the superstitious folk in your fief; you don't believe in giants, or the fey, or ghosts, or any of that rural nonsense. So when the villagers beg you to defend them against a marauding dragon, you figure it will be easy. | Sir Alberic sat astride his white derrier on the open field beside his village. He stood alone; none of the villagers dared stand near him. All feared the dragon that would surely come to devour Sir Alberic. He scoffed at the idea. He couldn't really fault his peasants; of course they believed in dragons, they were bro... | I'm eating breakfast at the castle when a swarm of peasants run in the door. I hear them first, with my back being to them. 'Where is he?' 'I don't know, they said he was right here' 'Oh, there he is!' I hear them approach me and think, 'not me. Not me. Please. God, just let me finish my hangover breakfast in peace' as... | |
[WP] "And that, class," concluded the professor, "is why humanity is the most peaceful, reasonable, cooperative, and overall docile species in all the universe. Any questions?" You, the only human in the classroom, raise your hand. | "Um...", should he be contradicting the teacher?! "Professor Flhuuhlhah, I appreciate your work to champion my species, really. I mean, me being here is proof of that. But... still..."
"You must free your mind from this colonial mind-set. Humans are just as worthy."
"I know I know, but, there have been so many att... | Why did your parents sign you up for this? You hadn’t wanted to go to this dumb school for the universe anyway. Both famous scientists at NASA, they had always found alien life fascinating. When Dr. Vonclair discovered that almost all planets have life, it’s just that a special element from far away was needed for us t... | |
[WP] "And that, class," concluded the professor, "is why humanity is the most peaceful, reasonable, cooperative, and overall docile species in all the universe. Any questions?" You, the only human in the classroom, raise your hand. | As the professor's words hung in the air, Andy looked around the class room. A group of Rovallian Crodurs, a species famed for eating their young during times of celebration, sat hunched together in the back. Slumped in a desk across from him sat an enormous Bullmali male, his giant horns nearly touching the ceiling - ... | Why did your parents sign you up for this? You hadn’t wanted to go to this dumb school for the universe anyway. Both famous scientists at NASA, they had always found alien life fascinating. When Dr. Vonclair discovered that almost all planets have life, it’s just that a special element from far away was needed for us t... | |
[WP] "And that, class," concluded the professor, "is why humanity is the most peaceful, reasonable, cooperative, and overall docile species in all the universe. Any questions?" You, the only human in the classroom, raise your hand. | As the professor's words hung in the air, Andy looked around the class room. A group of Rovallian Crodurs, a species famed for eating their young during times of celebration, sat hunched together in the back. Slumped in a desk across from him sat an enormous Bullmali male, his giant horns nearly touching the ceiling - ... | "Um...", should he be contradicting the teacher?! "Professor Flhuuhlhah, I appreciate your work to champion my species, really. I mean, me being here is proof of that. But... still..."
"You must free your mind from this colonial mind-set. Humans are just as worthy."
"I know I know, but, there have been so many att... | |
[WP] "And that, class," concluded the professor, "is why humanity is the most peaceful, reasonable, cooperative, and overall docile species in all the universe. Any questions?" You, the only human in the classroom, raise your hand. | Sighing the professor answers yet another one of my requests, begrudgingly asking me, "Yes, Madeline, what now?" "Professor, have you ever actually met a human" you say trying not to reveal your true identity, hoping that my classmates are oblivious. "Why, of course not, they were wrongfully murdered by the Acodiles, t... | "Yes?" the professor asked.
"What about *them*?"
The professor looked at me, puzzled. "You seem to be gesturing to the rest of the class."
"I mean, I am. Gesturing to the rest of the class. They look just like me. If we had sex -- I mean, if they hadn't been given the treatment -- we could have children."
A brief m... | |
[WP] "And that, class," concluded the professor, "is why humanity is the most peaceful, reasonable, cooperative, and overall docile species in all the universe. Any questions?" You, the only human in the classroom, raise your hand. | As the professor's words hung in the air, Andy looked around the class room. A group of Rovallian Crodurs, a species famed for eating their young during times of celebration, sat hunched together in the back. Slumped in a desk across from him sat an enormous Bullmali male, his giant horns nearly touching the ceiling - ... | "Yes?" the professor asked.
"What about *them*?"
The professor looked at me, puzzled. "You seem to be gesturing to the rest of the class."
"I mean, I am. Gesturing to the rest of the class. They look just like me. If we had sex -- I mean, if they hadn't been given the treatment -- we could have children."
A brief m... | |
[WP] "And that, class," concluded the professor, "is why humanity is the most peaceful, reasonable, cooperative, and overall docile species in all the universe. Any questions?" You, the only human in the classroom, raise your hand. | "Is it really alright for me to be here?"
Faces turned. Attention slid from the digital black board to her. A thousand eyes in a dozen faces, knowing, amused. She saw herself refracted in them, multiplied, stacked.
"Why yes, of course it is!" the professor said, mandibles clicking. "Why wouldn't it be?"
"I just nev... | "Yes?" the professor asked.
"What about *them*?"
The professor looked at me, puzzled. "You seem to be gesturing to the rest of the class."
"I mean, I am. Gesturing to the rest of the class. They look just like me. If we had sex -- I mean, if they hadn't been given the treatment -- we could have children."
A brief m... | |
[WP] "And that, class," concluded the professor, "is why humanity is the most peaceful, reasonable, cooperative, and overall docile species in all the universe. Any questions?" You, the only human in the classroom, raise your hand. | “Your species, Joshua, has the potential for happiness, because of their innate characteristics to remain tranquil under adversity and to adapt to situations when the time comes.”
Joshua admired Professor Bogart, a descendant of the horned frog family, lecturer of the new humanities and chief engineer of the des... | "Yes?" the professor asked.
"What about *them*?"
The professor looked at me, puzzled. "You seem to be gesturing to the rest of the class."
"I mean, I am. Gesturing to the rest of the class. They look just like me. If we had sex -- I mean, if they hadn't been given the treatment -- we could have children."
A brief m... |
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