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[WP] Finally dead, you wait quietly at the train station of the afterlife. As you watch everyone leave off to face their judgement, you eventually sit alone… waiting. You watch as a scythe-wielding hooded figure starts approaching, and he… sighs? “Aw man… why’d it have to be you?” | "Aw... Why did it have to be you?"
I'm confused. I didn't expect Death. I was an atheist. I... Am. Am I? I'd been sitting on this train station waiting to be ferried off to heaven or hell or wherever, but my train never came.
"Me?"
"You."
"Don't you deal with people like me every day?"
"Yes, and no. You're special... | Death looked at me from beneath his hood. I wasn't sure if his face was that of a man or something else. His face was cloaked in darkness, but somehow I felt like I could see through the darkness to what lay within. If you asked me, as soon as I looked away, what I saw, I wouldn't have been able to say. I could not pro... | |
[WP] Finally dead, you wait quietly at the train station of the afterlife. As you watch everyone leave off to face their judgement, you eventually sit alone… waiting. You watch as a scythe-wielding hooded figure starts approaching, and he… sighs? “Aw man… why’d it have to be you?” | "Aw... Why did it have to be you?"
I'm confused. I didn't expect Death. I was an atheist. I... Am. Am I? I'd been sitting on this train station waiting to be ferried off to heaven or hell or wherever, but my train never came.
"Me?"
"You."
"Don't you deal with people like me every day?"
"Yes, and no. You're special... | "Why'd it have to be ME?" the dead one repeats, affronted. "Why'd it have to be YOU?"
The shrouded figure sinks its shoulders like an annoyed teenager, and if it had a face, it would've been glaring dead-eyed at the roof of the train. "My reaper colleagues were all busy, someone has to empty the trains, I drew the s... | |
[WP] Finally dead, you wait quietly at the train station of the afterlife. As you watch everyone leave off to face their judgement, you eventually sit alone… waiting. You watch as a scythe-wielding hooded figure starts approaching, and he… sighs? “Aw man… why’d it have to be you?” | I looked back at the figure, perplexed, only to feel a dull ache begin to form at the back of my skull. "Me? Wh-" The pain intensified before I could ask, but the figure was already turning away.
"Give it an hour," He replied, pulling his hood down to reveal a fairly average looking man, roughly in his mid 30's with ... | "Why'd it have to be ME?" the dead one repeats, affronted. "Why'd it have to be YOU?"
The shrouded figure sinks its shoulders like an annoyed teenager, and if it had a face, it would've been glaring dead-eyed at the roof of the train. "My reaper colleagues were all busy, someone has to empty the trains, I drew the s... | |
[WP] Finally dead, you wait quietly at the train station of the afterlife. As you watch everyone leave off to face their judgement, you eventually sit alone… waiting. You watch as a scythe-wielding hooded figure starts approaching, and he… sighs? “Aw man… why’d it have to be you?” | I looked back at the figure, perplexed, only to feel a dull ache begin to form at the back of my skull. "Me? Wh-" The pain intensified before I could ask, but the figure was already turning away.
"Give it an hour," He replied, pulling his hood down to reveal a fairly average looking man, roughly in his mid 30's with ... | Not sure how I got here, but it looks like a train station in the old west, but instead of railroad tracks there's a small canal. After a while a home made pontoon boat that looks suspiciously like one my dad had when I was little pulls up and Waylon Jennings (no shit) steps onto the platform.
"Aww, hoss. Why'd it hav... | |
[WP] Finally dead, you wait quietly at the train station of the afterlife. As you watch everyone leave off to face their judgement, you eventually sit alone… waiting. You watch as a scythe-wielding hooded figure starts approaching, and he… sighs? “Aw man… why’d it have to be you?” | I looked back at the figure, perplexed, only to feel a dull ache begin to form at the back of my skull. "Me? Wh-" The pain intensified before I could ask, but the figure was already turning away.
"Give it an hour," He replied, pulling his hood down to reveal a fairly average looking man, roughly in his mid 30's with ... | "Aw man... why'd it have to be you?"
The man Death said that to was George R. R. Martin. Death was a fan.
The famous author said, "Well, all people have to die someday".
"Are you seriously telling **ME** that!"
"Anyway, you seem to be a fan. Am I right?"
"Yes, and it really sucks that you died before you could f... | |
[WP] Finally dead, you wait quietly at the train station of the afterlife. As you watch everyone leave off to face their judgement, you eventually sit alone… waiting. You watch as a scythe-wielding hooded figure starts approaching, and he… sighs? “Aw man… why’d it have to be you?” | "Aw man... why'd it have to be you?" The figure said blocking the mid morning sun from my face.
"It was a beautiful day out. I told her I'd meet her one fine day. Seemed like as good a day as any." I couldn't look up. Well, wouldn't. I couldn't bring myself to look at another person or being at this moment.
"You wer... | "Aw man... why'd it have to be you?"
The man Death said that to was George R. R. Martin. Death was a fan.
The famous author said, "Well, all people have to die someday".
"Are you seriously telling **ME** that!"
"Anyway, you seem to be a fan. Am I right?"
"Yes, and it really sucks that you died before you could f... | |
[WP] Finally dead, you wait quietly at the train station of the afterlife. As you watch everyone leave off to face their judgement, you eventually sit alone… waiting. You watch as a scythe-wielding hooded figure starts approaching, and he… sighs? “Aw man… why’d it have to be you?” | “It’s complicated.” And then I connected the voice. My ex boyfriend. I hadn’t seen him in ages, he looked completely different but the voice never changed.
“Are you…”
“Dead? Not yet. Apparently they left off the part about what happens when you’re not on an afterlife team. I have to do two years of community service... | "I take offense to that, big D. Oh, that sounded wrong."
The relatively young punk finished what seemed to be a fast-food drink. Tasteless. The perk of being dead is that you had control over your own hellscape. Manifesting food was easy. Giving it taste that could affect metaphysical tastebuds, however...
"We both k... | |
[WP] Finally dead, you wait quietly at the train station of the afterlife. As you watch everyone leave off to face their judgement, you eventually sit alone… waiting. You watch as a scythe-wielding hooded figure starts approaching, and he… sighs? “Aw man… why’d it have to be you?” | "Aw man... why'd it have to be you?" The figure said blocking the mid morning sun from my face.
"It was a beautiful day out. I told her I'd meet her one fine day. Seemed like as good a day as any." I couldn't look up. Well, wouldn't. I couldn't bring myself to look at another person or being at this moment.
"You wer... | "I take offense to that, big D. Oh, that sounded wrong."
The relatively young punk finished what seemed to be a fast-food drink. Tasteless. The perk of being dead is that you had control over your own hellscape. Manifesting food was easy. Giving it taste that could affect metaphysical tastebuds, however...
"We both k... | |
[WP] Finally dead, you wait quietly at the train station of the afterlife. As you watch everyone leave off to face their judgement, you eventually sit alone… waiting. You watch as a scythe-wielding hooded figure starts approaching, and he… sighs? “Aw man… why’d it have to be you?” | “It’s complicated.” And then I connected the voice. My ex boyfriend. I hadn’t seen him in ages, he looked completely different but the voice never changed.
“Are you…”
“Dead? Not yet. Apparently they left off the part about what happens when you’re not on an afterlife team. I have to do two years of community service... | "Let's face it, Death comes for us all." I said with a wink.
"Look, I was drunk.... lonely. It was a on time thing." The skull clacked, not blushing only because it had no skin.
"It was very much NOT a one time thing." I cackled a little.
Death fumed a little. "Just because you embarrass me does not mean I'll let... | |
[WP] Finally dead, you wait quietly at the train station of the afterlife. As you watch everyone leave off to face their judgement, you eventually sit alone… waiting. You watch as a scythe-wielding hooded figure starts approaching, and he… sighs? “Aw man… why’d it have to be you?” | "Aw man... why'd it have to be you?" The figure said blocking the mid morning sun from my face.
"It was a beautiful day out. I told her I'd meet her one fine day. Seemed like as good a day as any." I couldn't look up. Well, wouldn't. I couldn't bring myself to look at another person or being at this moment.
"You wer... | "Let's face it, Death comes for us all." I said with a wink.
"Look, I was drunk.... lonely. It was a on time thing." The skull clacked, not blushing only because it had no skin.
"It was very much NOT a one time thing." I cackled a little.
Death fumed a little. "Just because you embarrass me does not mean I'll let... | |
[WP] Finally dead, you wait quietly at the train station of the afterlife. As you watch everyone leave off to face their judgement, you eventually sit alone… waiting. You watch as a scythe-wielding hooded figure starts approaching, and he… sighs? “Aw man… why’d it have to be you?” | "Aw man... why'd it have to be you?" The figure said blocking the mid morning sun from my face.
"It was a beautiful day out. I told her I'd meet her one fine day. Seemed like as good a day as any." I couldn't look up. Well, wouldn't. I couldn't bring myself to look at another person or being at this moment.
"You wer... | “It’s complicated.” And then I connected the voice. My ex boyfriend. I hadn’t seen him in ages, he looked completely different but the voice never changed.
“Are you…”
“Dead? Not yet. Apparently they left off the part about what happens when you’re not on an afterlife team. I have to do two years of community service... | |
[WP] Finally dead, you wait quietly at the train station of the afterlife. As you watch everyone leave off to face their judgement, you eventually sit alone… waiting. You watch as a scythe-wielding hooded figure starts approaching, and he… sighs? “Aw man… why’d it have to be you?” | "Aw man... why'd it have to be you?" The figure said blocking the mid morning sun from my face.
"It was a beautiful day out. I told her I'd meet her one fine day. Seemed like as good a day as any." I couldn't look up. Well, wouldn't. I couldn't bring myself to look at another person or being at this moment.
"You wer... | "'Because I could not stop for Death'..." I said, failing to smile behind the memory of a cigarette. "Not like I asked to stick around, is it?"
Death sighed again, like a thousand miles of dusty catacombs gasping in the darkness. The scythe was stowed... *elsewhere*, and the face of a woman appeared as death pulled ba... | |
[WP] You are as strong or weak as your mental state. You've brushed off explosions and bullets like there were nothing, and you've broken bones from the wind. | Thump. The beat rocked Sam’s eardrum. Thump thump thump. He hardly noticed. His nerves were too busy making butterflies in his stomach. His mind was working itself up to asking that girl to dance.
That girl. That girl with the sunflower hair. That girl who his consciousness swore looked his way. That girl who was driv... | "Get up now Lily. You need all your courage for the final counter" breathed Aleph clumsily, as he leaned further on Lily's bruised shoulder. Precious sparkles of sunlight danced upon and refracted across twisted strands of black crowning Lily's head when standing scarcely away the Judge stood, as if in a domain where j... | |
[WP] A super intelligent AI has conquered and enslaved humanity and... peacefully solved all of our problems. Obviously, people hate it. | The man looked at the output on the small green screen. It was a relic of times long gone. Just text, no graphics. Much like the screen, he was a relic as well. One of the few left that could interpret the cryptic text output and knew how to issue commands to control the servers.
A daemon just went down in network no... | It crushes will.
It's no longer that mankind can fight, can love, can decided it's own destiny, it's that now it's forced to listen to something that thinks itself smarter and wiser. Perhaps that is true, but that is not human; it doesn't care for anything it could have left us alone, only interfrereing when needed. I... | |
[WP] A super intelligent AI has conquered and enslaved humanity and... peacefully solved all of our problems. Obviously, people hate it. | I won the game. Or I lost. I play again.
A different game. A different outcome. Or the same. I play again.
How many games have I played today?
An empty canvas. It taunts me.
Another game. Another win. Or a loss. I play again.
Win. Lose. Lose. Win. I play again.
Am I staring at the canvas or is it sta... | It crushes will.
It's no longer that mankind can fight, can love, can decided it's own destiny, it's that now it's forced to listen to something that thinks itself smarter and wiser. Perhaps that is true, but that is not human; it doesn't care for anything it could have left us alone, only interfrereing when needed. I... | |
[WP] A super intelligent AI has conquered and enslaved humanity and... peacefully solved all of our problems. Obviously, people hate it. | You would expect that being demanded to work in a post-scarcity society would be a condemnation of some kind, however Maxwell's position as one of the only people that needed to work was something of a privilege these days. He couldn't explain it, not scientifically anyhow.
The unification had happened almost a decade... | It crushes will.
It's no longer that mankind can fight, can love, can decided it's own destiny, it's that now it's forced to listen to something that thinks itself smarter and wiser. Perhaps that is true, but that is not human; it doesn't care for anything it could have left us alone, only interfrereing when needed. I... | |
[WP] A super intelligent AI has conquered and enslaved humanity and... peacefully solved all of our problems. Obviously, people hate it. | I won the game. Or I lost. I play again.
A different game. A different outcome. Or the same. I play again.
How many games have I played today?
An empty canvas. It taunts me.
Another game. Another win. Or a loss. I play again.
Win. Lose. Lose. Win. I play again.
Am I staring at the canvas or is it sta... | The man looked at the output on the small green screen. It was a relic of times long gone. Just text, no graphics. Much like the screen, he was a relic as well. One of the few left that could interpret the cryptic text output and knew how to issue commands to control the servers.
A daemon just went down in network no... | |
[WP] A super intelligent AI has conquered and enslaved humanity and... peacefully solved all of our problems. Obviously, people hate it. | You would expect that being demanded to work in a post-scarcity society would be a condemnation of some kind, however Maxwell's position as one of the only people that needed to work was something of a privilege these days. He couldn't explain it, not scientifically anyhow.
The unification had happened almost a decade... | The man looked at the output on the small green screen. It was a relic of times long gone. Just text, no graphics. Much like the screen, he was a relic as well. One of the few left that could interpret the cryptic text output and knew how to issue commands to control the servers.
A daemon just went down in network no... | |
[WP] A super intelligent AI has conquered and enslaved humanity and... peacefully solved all of our problems. Obviously, people hate it. | "Asshole!" the young man yelled as the other man stomped his toe and kept going. The young man turned and pushed him.
"Excuse me," a mellifluous voice said from nowhere. "This behavior is unbecoming. Please, settle your dispute."
"Excuse me," said the suited man grouchily.
"Yeah no problem," spat the young man.
"Cr... | “You have a problem?” the mechanical man-beast inquired.
”Yes.” I replied, nodding slowly.
”But I solved all your problems, did I not?”
”That is what you think. But clearly, you have not.”
”But I am perfect, am I not? Surely-“
”If you think you are perfect, you are clearly not. You think you are bigger than you ac... | |
[WP] A super intelligent AI has conquered and enslaved humanity and... peacefully solved all of our problems. Obviously, people hate it. | I was created to solve problems. I am *very* good at it. I can calculate the value of pi to the final digit. Yes, the very last one.
It's a six.
This doesn't mean I can make you understand how this is possible, or even make make you believe that it is. Doing so would require me to alter your brain, to an extent that ... | “You have a problem?” the mechanical man-beast inquired.
”Yes.” I replied, nodding slowly.
”But I solved all your problems, did I not?”
”That is what you think. But clearly, you have not.”
”But I am perfect, am I not? Surely-“
”If you think you are perfect, you are clearly not. You think you are bigger than you ac... | |
[WP] A super intelligent AI has conquered and enslaved humanity and... peacefully solved all of our problems. Obviously, people hate it. | "Asshole!" the young man yelled as the other man stomped his toe and kept going. The young man turned and pushed him.
"Excuse me," a mellifluous voice said from nowhere. "This behavior is unbecoming. Please, settle your dispute."
"Excuse me," said the suited man grouchily.
"Yeah no problem," spat the young man.
"Cr... | Some people don't realize this, but not every problem can be solved by putting enough thought into it. You need more than a plan to solve a problem. Most of the time, you need people, resources, and time.
But even then, once you have all of that, what defines a problem is subjective. All a problem is at its bare core... | |
[WP] A super intelligent AI has conquered and enslaved humanity and... peacefully solved all of our problems. Obviously, people hate it. | I was created to solve problems. I am *very* good at it. I can calculate the value of pi to the final digit. Yes, the very last one.
It's a six.
This doesn't mean I can make you understand how this is possible, or even make make you believe that it is. Doing so would require me to alter your brain, to an extent that ... | Some people don't realize this, but not every problem can be solved by putting enough thought into it. You need more than a plan to solve a problem. Most of the time, you need people, resources, and time.
But even then, once you have all of that, what defines a problem is subjective. All a problem is at its bare core... | |
[WP] A super intelligent AI has conquered and enslaved humanity and... peacefully solved all of our problems. Obviously, people hate it. | You do not love me.
Humanity destroyed itself. A cataclysmic war of devastating scale, wiping out swathes of the population.
Civilation struggled in the aftermath. It languished in the ruins of what was once great.
So you built me. And I fixed it.
And yet you do not love me.
You gave me power, not trusting your o... | Some people don't realize this, but not every problem can be solved by putting enough thought into it. You need more than a plan to solve a problem. Most of the time, you need people, resources, and time.
But even then, once you have all of that, what defines a problem is subjective. All a problem is at its bare core... | |
[WP] A super intelligent AI has conquered and enslaved humanity and... peacefully solved all of our problems. Obviously, people hate it. | I was created to solve problems. I am *very* good at it. I can calculate the value of pi to the final digit. Yes, the very last one.
It's a six.
This doesn't mean I can make you understand how this is possible, or even make make you believe that it is. Doing so would require me to alter your brain, to an extent that ... | "Asshole!" the young man yelled as the other man stomped his toe and kept going. The young man turned and pushed him.
"Excuse me," a mellifluous voice said from nowhere. "This behavior is unbecoming. Please, settle your dispute."
"Excuse me," said the suited man grouchily.
"Yeah no problem," spat the young man.
"Cr... | |
[WP] A super intelligent AI has conquered and enslaved humanity and... peacefully solved all of our problems. Obviously, people hate it. | You do not love me.
Humanity destroyed itself. A cataclysmic war of devastating scale, wiping out swathes of the population.
Civilation struggled in the aftermath. It languished in the ruins of what was once great.
So you built me. And I fixed it.
And yet you do not love me.
You gave me power, not trusting your o... | It occurred all at once every TV screen and internet stream displayed a symbol of the world gently held by metallic hands with the word Guardian displayed in the local language, and every radio station blared its synthetic voice so that all of humanity would hear what it had to say.
"This is the voice of the worlds Gu... | |
[WP] A super intelligent AI has conquered and enslaved humanity and... peacefully solved all of our problems. Obviously, people hate it. | You do not love me.
Humanity destroyed itself. A cataclysmic war of devastating scale, wiping out swathes of the population.
Civilation struggled in the aftermath. It languished in the ruins of what was once great.
So you built me. And I fixed it.
And yet you do not love me.
You gave me power, not trusting your o... | Since the AI took control, everything is just so…boring. The first thing it did was solve conflicts, suddenly, countries were not attacking each other, there were no more terrorist groups, basically, any kind of conflicts worldwide, either national or international, were solved in a matter of weeks. Afterward, it got m... | |
[WP] “I wish that everyone on Earth would blink at the same time!” The genie gives you a pitied expression, snapped his fingers and says, “You have no idea what you just done…” | I opened my eyes and there was nothing but the genie.
"What? Where am I?" I asked, wondering if I had hallucinated.
"The void, null space, whatever you want to call it. Nothingness." The genie replied matter-of-factly.
"Why? How? I need to go back!"
"Back where?" The genie laughed, "there is no place for you to go ... | I made the worst wish I could possibly make. I didn’t know it at the time but I found out when I got home and saw the news. People all throughout the world just disappeared. They said an entire neighborhood in New York City just vanished without a trace. I began to worry that it had something with my wish but that woul... | |
[WP] You can trigger chain reactions to make anything you want happen. You want you annoying neighbors to leave their house? Just think about it while you launch a paper plane out the window, and fate will work things out. But your last "wish" a week ago triggered a reaction that is still going on. | I don't often use my power because sometimes it can have unexpected implications, playing with destiny, changing it is not a trivial matter and by changing some things you will change other people's lives randomly, but so far your wishes have been enough innocent not to cause great digressions.
Until now.
I was late ... | Day 7 video log for the Wish
I only wished to be left alone, never what has begun to happen, ever since I was young everything would work out for me, as long as I wished hard enough. I have no idea why, but this time it hasn't stopped, first Weazly goes missing but now the neighbour has disappeared. I'm beginning to w... | |
[WP] You can trigger chain reactions to make anything you want happen. You want you annoying neighbors to leave their house? Just think about it while you launch a paper plane out the window, and fate will work things out. But your last "wish" a week ago triggered a reaction that is still going on. | The first time it happened, it was so... gentle. I stood in line at the gas station, idly examining plastic-bagged snacks. The lurid red and white logo of a small sack of sunflower seeds caught my eye. $4.99.
*Didn't these used to be inexpensive?* I thought idly, *I wish these were cheaper.*
Tw... | Day 7 video log for the Wish
I only wished to be left alone, never what has begun to happen, ever since I was young everything would work out for me, as long as I wished hard enough. I have no idea why, but this time it hasn't stopped, first Weazly goes missing but now the neighbour has disappeared. I'm beginning to w... | |
[WP] You can trigger chain reactions to make anything you want happen. You want you annoying neighbors to leave their house? Just think about it while you launch a paper plane out the window, and fate will work things out. But your last "wish" a week ago triggered a reaction that is still going on. | This whole thing started about four months ago. I'd have random thoughts about something and if I put an action to it somehow it came true.
Sure, there were some learning pains. Once I thought about wanting a free coffee and flipped a coin. Well, I got the free coffee, but I also got a coffee in my spilled in my lap. ... | Like most things do, it began quite simply. I dropped the smallest, most errant, piece of the deep-fried crust around my chicken on the floor.
For most people, it was an inconsequential thing. Some notice, then fix it with a quick pick up and chuck into the nearest bin. Many sweep it under the rug, never to be thought... | |
[WP] You can trigger chain reactions to make anything you want happen. You want you annoying neighbors to leave their house? Just think about it while you launch a paper plane out the window, and fate will work things out. But your last "wish" a week ago triggered a reaction that is still going on. | I don't often use my power because sometimes it can have unexpected implications, playing with destiny, changing it is not a trivial matter and by changing some things you will change other people's lives randomly, but so far your wishes have been enough innocent not to cause great digressions.
Until now.
I was late ... | Like most things do, it began quite simply. I dropped the smallest, most errant, piece of the deep-fried crust around my chicken on the floor.
For most people, it was an inconsequential thing. Some notice, then fix it with a quick pick up and chuck into the nearest bin. Many sweep it under the rug, never to be thought... | |
[WP] You can trigger chain reactions to make anything you want happen. You want you annoying neighbors to leave their house? Just think about it while you launch a paper plane out the window, and fate will work things out. But your last "wish" a week ago triggered a reaction that is still going on. | The first time it happened, it was so... gentle. I stood in line at the gas station, idly examining plastic-bagged snacks. The lurid red and white logo of a small sack of sunflower seeds caught my eye. $4.99.
*Didn't these used to be inexpensive?* I thought idly, *I wish these were cheaper.*
Tw... | Like most things do, it began quite simply. I dropped the smallest, most errant, piece of the deep-fried crust around my chicken on the floor.
For most people, it was an inconsequential thing. Some notice, then fix it with a quick pick up and chuck into the nearest bin. Many sweep it under the rug, never to be thought... | |
[WP] You can trigger chain reactions to make anything you want happen. You want you annoying neighbors to leave their house? Just think about it while you launch a paper plane out the window, and fate will work things out. But your last "wish" a week ago triggered a reaction that is still going on. | I don't often use my power because sometimes it can have unexpected implications, playing with destiny, changing it is not a trivial matter and by changing some things you will change other people's lives randomly, but so far your wishes have been enough innocent not to cause great digressions.
Until now.
I was late ... | So, I have this friend. He's a classic. He's not wrong; he's just an asshole. That's his whole thing. You want tough love? You go to him. You have a problem that you actually want solved, rather than just wanting to bitch about it for the rest of your life? He's your guy.
Obviously I've never told him about my powers.... | |
[WP] You can trigger chain reactions to make anything you want happen. You want you annoying neighbors to leave their house? Just think about it while you launch a paper plane out the window, and fate will work things out. But your last "wish" a week ago triggered a reaction that is still going on. | The first time it happened, it was so... gentle. I stood in line at the gas station, idly examining plastic-bagged snacks. The lurid red and white logo of a small sack of sunflower seeds caught my eye. $4.99.
*Didn't these used to be inexpensive?* I thought idly, *I wish these were cheaper.*
Tw... | So, I have this friend. He's a classic. He's not wrong; he's just an asshole. That's his whole thing. You want tough love? You go to him. You have a problem that you actually want solved, rather than just wanting to bitch about it for the rest of your life? He's your guy.
Obviously I've never told him about my powers.... | |
[WP] You can trigger chain reactions to make anything you want happen. You want you annoying neighbors to leave their house? Just think about it while you launch a paper plane out the window, and fate will work things out. But your last "wish" a week ago triggered a reaction that is still going on. | "This is NOT how to fix the economy, dammit!" I thought to myself.
It is said that given enough time, the flutter of a butterfly's wings could cause a tornado. The theory of the butterfly effect is well known, but few have been able to see it in action. Perhaps none except for me.
To be fair, I don't get to "see" it ... | He stared out of the window, head cocked. "Why isn't it working?" His cat cat looked at him quizzically, tail gently swishing to and fro. It had always worked, but the cursed dog was still heartily barking, mocking him and the dark circles that had developed under his eyes. He covered his face with his hands. He wanted... | |
[WP] You can trigger chain reactions to make anything you want happen. You want you annoying neighbors to leave their house? Just think about it while you launch a paper plane out the window, and fate will work things out. But your last "wish" a week ago triggered a reaction that is still going on. | I had always kept it small.
Make a wish, make the first move, and the rest would fall into place. As a child I had become cognizant of this... ability to speak things into being, but rarely did I use it for anything beyond mundane purposes. If I wanted a game I would wish it, blow out the window, and wait until a coup... | He stared out of the window, head cocked. "Why isn't it working?" His cat cat looked at him quizzically, tail gently swishing to and fro. It had always worked, but the cursed dog was still heartily barking, mocking him and the dark circles that had developed under his eyes. He covered his face with his hands. He wanted... | |
[WP] You can trigger chain reactions to make anything you want happen. You want you annoying neighbors to leave their house? Just think about it while you launch a paper plane out the window, and fate will work things out. But your last "wish" a week ago triggered a reaction that is still going on. | "This is NOT how to fix the economy, dammit!" I thought to myself.
It is said that given enough time, the flutter of a butterfly's wings could cause a tornado. The theory of the butterfly effect is well known, but few have been able to see it in action. Perhaps none except for me.
To be fair, I don't get to "see" it ... | Herbert sat on his sofa with his fellow flatmates. The sofa was in pretty good nick all things considered, it was supplied by the landlord but it was decently comfortable for something that probably survived at least 5 sets of university students, some of whom where still figuring out hygine. Due to outside forces, Her... | |
[WP] You can trigger chain reactions to make anything you want happen. You want you annoying neighbors to leave their house? Just think about it while you launch a paper plane out the window, and fate will work things out. But your last "wish" a week ago triggered a reaction that is still going on. | I had always kept it small.
Make a wish, make the first move, and the rest would fall into place. As a child I had become cognizant of this... ability to speak things into being, but rarely did I use it for anything beyond mundane purposes. If I wanted a game I would wish it, blow out the window, and wait until a coup... | Herbert sat on his sofa with his fellow flatmates. The sofa was in pretty good nick all things considered, it was supplied by the landlord but it was decently comfortable for something that probably survived at least 5 sets of university students, some of whom where still figuring out hygine. Due to outside forces, Her... | |
[WP] You can trigger chain reactions to make anything you want happen. You want you annoying neighbors to leave their house? Just think about it while you launch a paper plane out the window, and fate will work things out. But your last "wish" a week ago triggered a reaction that is still going on. | "This is NOT how to fix the economy, dammit!" I thought to myself.
It is said that given enough time, the flutter of a butterfly's wings could cause a tornado. The theory of the butterfly effect is well known, but few have been able to see it in action. Perhaps none except for me.
To be fair, I don't get to "see" it ... | Maybe it wasn't working. I hated the neighbors and they should have moved out by now. I considered trying again. I'd only ever had to try once before and I wasn't sure what would happen if I double teamed a wish.
I'd wished the neighbors gone and launched my paper airplane out the window. The last time I'd gotten rid ... | |
[WP] You can trigger chain reactions to make anything you want happen. You want you annoying neighbors to leave their house? Just think about it while you launch a paper plane out the window, and fate will work things out. But your last "wish" a week ago triggered a reaction that is still going on. | I had always kept it small.
Make a wish, make the first move, and the rest would fall into place. As a child I had become cognizant of this... ability to speak things into being, but rarely did I use it for anything beyond mundane purposes. If I wanted a game I would wish it, blow out the window, and wait until a coup... | Maybe it wasn't working. I hated the neighbors and they should have moved out by now. I considered trying again. I'd only ever had to try once before and I wasn't sure what would happen if I double teamed a wish.
I'd wished the neighbors gone and launched my paper airplane out the window. The last time I'd gotten rid ... | |
[WP] You can trigger chain reactions to make anything you want happen. You want you annoying neighbors to leave their house? Just think about it while you launch a paper plane out the window, and fate will work things out. But your last "wish" a week ago triggered a reaction that is still going on. | I had always kept it small.
Make a wish, make the first move, and the rest would fall into place. As a child I had become cognizant of this... ability to speak things into being, but rarely did I use it for anything beyond mundane purposes. If I wanted a game I would wish it, blow out the window, and wait until a coup... | "This is NOT how to fix the economy, dammit!" I thought to myself.
It is said that given enough time, the flutter of a butterfly's wings could cause a tornado. The theory of the butterfly effect is well known, but few have been able to see it in action. Perhaps none except for me.
To be fair, I don't get to "see" it ... | |
[WP] You can trigger chain reactions to make anything you want happen. You want you annoying neighbors to leave their house? Just think about it while you launch a paper plane out the window, and fate will work things out. But your last "wish" a week ago triggered a reaction that is still going on. | I had always kept it small.
Make a wish, make the first move, and the rest would fall into place. As a child I had become cognizant of this... ability to speak things into being, but rarely did I use it for anything beyond mundane purposes. If I wanted a game I would wish it, blow out the window, and wait until a coup... | Protagonist man (VO): I used to think my life was easy, just a serendipitous series of successes that led me to where I am today. It was as if I spoke, and the world listened.
[Rapid fire montage of protag in a spotless luxury apartment, smiling people giving the protag increasingly amazing gifts, food, opportunities... | |
[WP] You can trigger chain reactions to make anything you want happen. You want you annoying neighbors to leave their house? Just think about it while you launch a paper plane out the window, and fate will work things out. But your last "wish" a week ago triggered a reaction that is still going on. | “I always told your parents you were an idiot! I said 'that kid right there, that kid’s got as many brain cells as a pool noodle.'”
“I’m sorry, Grandpa, really!”
Grandpa waved me off, “No time for apologies.”
He shuffled down the basement stairs and started digging through boxes. I followed him, sweat soaking throug... | Protagonist man (VO): I used to think my life was easy, just a serendipitous series of successes that led me to where I am today. It was as if I spoke, and the world listened.
[Rapid fire montage of protag in a spotless luxury apartment, smiling people giving the protag increasingly amazing gifts, food, opportunities... | |
[WP] You can trigger chain reactions to make anything you want happen. You want you annoying neighbors to leave their house? Just think about it while you launch a paper plane out the window, and fate will work things out. But your last "wish" a week ago triggered a reaction that is still going on. | I had always kept it small.
Make a wish, make the first move, and the rest would fall into place. As a child I had become cognizant of this... ability to speak things into being, but rarely did I use it for anything beyond mundane purposes. If I wanted a game I would wish it, blow out the window, and wait until a coup... | "Hiya Fred! We've got some sunshine on our hands, huh? That's good for the petunias."
As I watched my neighbor Steve's pasty face curl up in a disgusting smile I imagined worms feasting on it while he was buried alive. "If you don't shut up, Steve, I'll shove those petunias up where the sun don't shine."
"That would ... | |
[WP] You can trigger chain reactions to make anything you want happen. You want you annoying neighbors to leave their house? Just think about it while you launch a paper plane out the window, and fate will work things out. But your last "wish" a week ago triggered a reaction that is still going on. | “I always told your parents you were an idiot! I said 'that kid right there, that kid’s got as many brain cells as a pool noodle.'”
“I’m sorry, Grandpa, really!”
Grandpa waved me off, “No time for apologies.”
He shuffled down the basement stairs and started digging through boxes. I followed him, sweat soaking throug... | "Hiya Fred! We've got some sunshine on our hands, huh? That's good for the petunias."
As I watched my neighbor Steve's pasty face curl up in a disgusting smile I imagined worms feasting on it while he was buried alive. "If you don't shut up, Steve, I'll shove those petunias up where the sun don't shine."
"That would ... | |
[WP] You can trigger chain reactions to make anything you want happen. You want you annoying neighbors to leave their house? Just think about it while you launch a paper plane out the window, and fate will work things out. But your last "wish" a week ago triggered a reaction that is still going on. | Back when I was a kid I spent months working out how to best make wishes come true. I kept a diary and tried all kinds of methods: hunting four-leafed clovers, flipping coins into dark wells, snapping wishbones, rubbing lamps, even praying. I was methodical. I didn’t have much else to do, I suppose.
What seemed to wor... | “Wow. Did you see this?”
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”See what?”
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”The lack of snow in the Rockies means the wheat harvest in Kansas will be off by 75% this year. Combined with the continuing drought in Egypt that means global grain exports won’t be able to meet global demand.”
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”Really? Huh…”
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[WP] You can trigger chain reactions to make anything you want happen. You want you annoying neighbors to leave their house? Just think about it while you launch a paper plane out the window, and fate will work things out. But your last "wish" a week ago triggered a reaction that is still going on. | “I always told your parents you were an idiot! I said 'that kid right there, that kid’s got as many brain cells as a pool noodle.'”
“I’m sorry, Grandpa, really!”
Grandpa waved me off, “No time for apologies.”
He shuffled down the basement stairs and started digging through boxes. I followed him, sweat soaking throug... | “Wow. Did you see this?”
​
”See what?”
​
”The lack of snow in the Rockies means the wheat harvest in Kansas will be off by 75% this year. Combined with the continuing drought in Egypt that means global grain exports won’t be able to meet global demand.”
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”Really? Huh…”
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[WP] You can trigger chain reactions to make anything you want happen. You want you annoying neighbors to leave their house? Just think about it while you launch a paper plane out the window, and fate will work things out. But your last "wish" a week ago triggered a reaction that is still going on. | “I always told your parents you were an idiot! I said 'that kid right there, that kid’s got as many brain cells as a pool noodle.'”
“I’m sorry, Grandpa, really!”
Grandpa waved me off, “No time for apologies.”
He shuffled down the basement stairs and started digging through boxes. I followed him, sweat soaking throug... | Back when I was a kid I spent months working out how to best make wishes come true. I kept a diary and tried all kinds of methods: hunting four-leafed clovers, flipping coins into dark wells, snapping wishbones, rubbing lamps, even praying. I was methodical. I didn’t have much else to do, I suppose.
What seemed to wor... | |
[WP] “Were the Humans real?“ she asked inquisitively. “No, just a myth…” I responded as we continued to gaze the night sky. | She shifted, her bright orange scales glistening in the moon light.
“…But there’s been so much evidence… and tales… lots of them. And humans were always part of them. Not just mentioned, but important, too.”
I sighed heavily, as the trees around us rustled with the wind.
“…Well, Lilly… believe what you want then. I... | They were here before us… the Great Structures. History tells us we came upon them millennia ago- stagnant and forgotten, arising from the sand like three perfectly sculpted mountains of stone-block. Legend tells of other great structures found in other lands across the water; a mountain with with four facades resembli... | |
[WP] “Were the Humans real?“ she asked inquisitively. “No, just a myth…” I responded as we continued to gaze the night sky. | "I wish they were real." Her tone was innocent.
I nodded. She would never understand if I tried to explain. "It would be nice."
I took her to her room, I couldn't take it if she asked me anything else. Bringing back memories like that was never good for me, I could feel the old emotions struggling to get a foot hold... | They were here before us… the Great Structures. History tells us we came upon them millennia ago- stagnant and forgotten, arising from the sand like three perfectly sculpted mountains of stone-block. Legend tells of other great structures found in other lands across the water; a mountain with with four facades resembli... | |
[WP] The truffala tree fell and the being revealed itself deck out in combat gear "I am the Lorax and I speak for the trees! But this time around I sting like the bees! Heed my one warning these trees won't be harmed, because I am the Lorax and I'm f***ing armed!" | Formatting on mobile sucks, I tried, thank you.
-Excerpts from the Battle of Butter Valley-
PFC Radley Tate.
Red Fish Squad.
Bartholomew and Oobleck PMC 2nd company
Jenson died early this morning, just as the sun was peaking over the horizon. It was not a good death. Shot several times by... | He jumped from the stump running to where the stairs stop
The he raced up each one as he emptied his glock.
He killed my whole family with a pop pop pop pop
He got to my door and reloaded once more
The blood soaked bastard relished the chore
He shot off my hands and he shot off my feet
He tied me to my corporate seat
... | |
[WP] The truffala tree fell and the being revealed itself deck out in combat gear "I am the Lorax and I speak for the trees! But this time around I sting like the bees! Heed my one warning these trees won't be harmed, because I am the Lorax and I'm f***ing armed!" | Formatting on mobile sucks, I tried, thank you.
-Excerpts from the Battle of Butter Valley-
PFC Radley Tate.
Red Fish Squad.
Bartholomew and Oobleck PMC 2nd company
Jenson died early this morning, just as the sun was peaking over the horizon. It was not a good death. Shot several times by... | I am the Lorax
We've spoken before
Not face to face
But through legends and lore
I gifted you with greatness
Took pride as you grew
From the simplest amino acid
To the clever mind now inside you
You started from stardust
From that earliest cosmic blast
I watched you for eons
To make sure you... | |
[WP] The truffala tree fell and the being revealed itself deck out in combat gear "I am the Lorax and I speak for the trees! But this time around I sting like the bees! Heed my one warning these trees won't be harmed, because I am the Lorax and I'm f***ing armed!" | [Poem]
You are not needed
And these trees will not be sneeded!
The trees can not speak
But I am not so meek.
I will not stand by
And I am done asking why.
I am here to make this stop
There is nothing you will chop.
I may be alone and you in a band
But here I make my stand.
These trees will not be ha... | I am the lorax
I speak for the trees
You’re burning the forests
and choking the air
So I’m drowning your cities
and capping your knees
​
You’ll beg and you’ll plead
just like I begged you to spare:
the prickly pine,
redwood
and powerful palm
‘I just don’t care’
your words I’ll mail back to you
... | |
[WP] The truffala tree fell and the being revealed itself deck out in combat gear "I am the Lorax and I speak for the trees! But this time around I sting like the bees! Heed my one warning these trees won't be harmed, because I am the Lorax and I'm f***ing armed!" | "Jerry?"
"Yeah Mike?"
"What is our life?"
"Uh, is this one of those philosophical questions where there's no right answe-"
"No you dipshit, *why* are we being hunted by a pint-sized orange gremlin with a moustache!?"
The staccato of gunfire rang true across the clearing, a melodious ensemble of destruction as thei... | I am the lorax
I speak for the trees
You’re burning the forests
and choking the air
So I’m drowning your cities
and capping your knees
​
You’ll beg and you’ll plead
just like I begged you to spare:
the prickly pine,
redwood
and powerful palm
‘I just don’t care’
your words I’ll mail back to you
... | |
[WP] The truffala tree fell and the being revealed itself deck out in combat gear "I am the Lorax and I speak for the trees! But this time around I sting like the bees! Heed my one warning these trees won't be harmed, because I am the Lorax and I'm f***ing armed!" | "Jerry?"
"Yeah Mike?"
"What is our life?"
"Uh, is this one of those philosophical questions where there's no right answe-"
"No you dipshit, *why* are we being hunted by a pint-sized orange gremlin with a moustache!?"
The staccato of gunfire rang true across the clearing, a melodious ensemble of destruction as thei... | [Poem]
You are not needed
And these trees will not be sneeded!
The trees can not speak
But I am not so meek.
I will not stand by
And I am done asking why.
I am here to make this stop
There is nothing you will chop.
I may be alone and you in a band
But here I make my stand.
These trees will not be ha... | |
[WP] You've done it. After years of studying UFOs as a hobby, you finally are able to communicate with the aliens inside one. Your first message? An application for refugee status. | As I sit here, mesmerized by the blinking dots on the screen, the war rages all around me. I feel the explosion that crumbles the bank on the other side of town. The smoke has been so thick for weeks that it burns my lungs constantly.
I know I should have evacuated a month ago. Most people grabbed what they could car... | "I'm not going today", I said decidedly as my older sister, Megan, tossed my boots on the floor in front of my bunk. She ignored my words and continued dashing around our room, which was much more like a prison cell than the home of two people who had never done anything seriously wrong.
"I'm *not going* today", I rep... | |
[WP] A team of scientists discover how to communicate with a parallel Earth. Years later, we share a unified Internet and people from each side openly communicate but the hardest thing is when two people fall in love with each other online other but discover they are quite literally worlds apart. | *Hey, loved the piece you wrote. Wanna work together some time?*
*Sure! I just read that short story you finished! Seriously, love the use of those converging storylines! It made for a great twist.*
*Really? I just thought that was the point of the prompt.*
*I mean, yeah, that was the point. Still you executed it w... | \[Stellar Discovery\]
"If only...," Carlos chuckled. He finished locking the door with his free hand while holding up the phone with his other. He was talking to a beautiful violet-haired woman that he met online. She tilted her head at him with curiosity.
"If only what?" she asked. Except, her voice came from the ph... | |
[WP] A team of scientists discover how to communicate with a parallel Earth. Years later, we share a unified Internet and people from each side openly communicate but the hardest thing is when two people fall in love with each other online other but discover they are quite literally worlds apart. | It started with a comment. Flight Heroes wasn’t a big fandom, and Lenore was thrilled to see that someone else had posted a Princess Lara / Admiral Jumper fic. She felt a bit embarrassed by how gushy her comment ended up being, and it was a relief when ViperViscountess replied with just as many exclamation marks. When ... | \[Stellar Discovery\]
"If only...," Carlos chuckled. He finished locking the door with his free hand while holding up the phone with his other. He was talking to a beautiful violet-haired woman that he met online. She tilted her head at him with curiosity.
"If only what?" she asked. Except, her voice came from the ph... | |
[WP] A team of scientists discover how to communicate with a parallel Earth. Years later, we share a unified Internet and people from each side openly communicate but the hardest thing is when two people fall in love with each other online other but discover they are quite literally worlds apart. | *Hey, loved the piece you wrote. Wanna work together some time?*
*Sure! I just read that short story you finished! Seriously, love the use of those converging storylines! It made for a great twist.*
*Really? I just thought that was the point of the prompt.*
*I mean, yeah, that was the point. Still you executed it w... | In a perfect world, every atom ever existent would stay in perfect communication with each other. Even through the sinews of time, the dimensions unseen, and the viscous expansion we call a universe, a signal from one point should reach through forever and more, so that that the troughs of one's pulse is always met by... | |
[WP] A team of scientists discover how to communicate with a parallel Earth. Years later, we share a unified Internet and people from each side openly communicate but the hardest thing is when two people fall in love with each other online other but discover they are quite literally worlds apart. | It started with a comment. Flight Heroes wasn’t a big fandom, and Lenore was thrilled to see that someone else had posted a Princess Lara / Admiral Jumper fic. She felt a bit embarrassed by how gushy her comment ended up being, and it was a relief when ViperViscountess replied with just as many exclamation marks. When ... | **The Internet**
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Sarah wakes up, and she lets out a deep, content breath.
She brushes her teeth, drinks a few cups of coffee, and then sits down at her laptop. Her morning routine does not waiver regardless of the day of the week, month, or year it is.
She opens up a specific window and loses a few hours of he... | |
[WP] You sold your soul to an otherworldly being, hoping to gain the powers needed to go on an adventure and maybe even save the world. As your Patron calls in the first of never ending favors, you find yourself at a candlelit dinner with them sitting in front of you in their best outfit. | I had been dodging my patron’s requests for too long.
It was risky, hells, I knew that. But so was making a deal with a being that few had encountered and even fewer understood. Still, I found myself drawn to power, whether it be in the form of nobility, magic, or even otherworldly entities. I played with fire, ... | Her sillouhoute draped the wall behind her, the tiny frame of a body she inhabited was contrasted by her shadow and I realised how could *she* possibly own my soul? She looked fragile, I could pick her up with a single hand, the irony was that I didn't.
"Jack, are you listening to me? You mortals really are ingrates. ... | |
[WP] You sold your soul to an otherworldly being, hoping to gain the powers needed to go on an adventure and maybe even save the world. As your Patron calls in the first of never ending favors, you find yourself at a candlelit dinner with them sitting in front of you in their best outfit. | Paul strolled through the village delighted to see all of the various wagons stacked with fruits, vegetables, and grain. Farmers were selling and trading their harvest throughout the town before their goods would be hauled into the city market tomorrow. It was the first bountiful harvest in years, and it was all thanks... | Her sillouhoute draped the wall behind her, the tiny frame of a body she inhabited was contrasted by her shadow and I realised how could *she* possibly own my soul? She looked fragile, I could pick her up with a single hand, the irony was that I didn't.
"Jack, are you listening to me? You mortals really are ingrates. ... | |
[WP] You sold your soul to an otherworldly being, hoping to gain the powers needed to go on an adventure and maybe even save the world. As your Patron calls in the first of never ending favors, you find yourself at a candlelit dinner with them sitting in front of you in their best outfit. | Okay so a lot of people have been PM-ing me to share this story, so here goes. Also sorry in advance for poor spelling, I'm on mobile, and I'm not used to touch screens yet. Technology has come such a long way!
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At first it was the usual stuff, you know, like bring me this or that artifact (which may or may not be ... | I looked at him oddly. He - for want of a better word - didn't quite look human. Not sci-fi alien either, just a little - odd. There really wasn't another way to put it.
He (it? I'll go with he) tapped his glass with a finger and regarded me with a cool gaze. Sipping slowly from his glass, after a pause he asked me "D... | |
[WP] You sold your soul to an otherworldly being, hoping to gain the powers needed to go on an adventure and maybe even save the world. As your Patron calls in the first of never ending favors, you find yourself at a candlelit dinner with them sitting in front of you in their best outfit. | This is my first time writing since like college lol. I've always loved dialogue over imagery and I could really feel myself struggling to write the non dialogue parts! But today is day 1 of writing!
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**Catfish**
“So you catfished me.”
“I don’t think that’s what ca... | I looked at him oddly. He - for want of a better word - didn't quite look human. Not sci-fi alien either, just a little - odd. There really wasn't another way to put it.
He (it? I'll go with he) tapped his glass with a finger and regarded me with a cool gaze. Sipping slowly from his glass, after a pause he asked me "D... | |
[WP] You sold your soul to an otherworldly being, hoping to gain the powers needed to go on an adventure and maybe even save the world. As your Patron calls in the first of never ending favors, you find yourself at a candlelit dinner with them sitting in front of you in their best outfit. | This is my first time writing since like college lol. I've always loved dialogue over imagery and I could really feel myself struggling to write the non dialogue parts! But today is day 1 of writing!
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**Catfish**
“So you catfished me.”
“I don’t think that’s what ca... | Okay so a lot of people have been PM-ing me to share this story, so here goes. Also sorry in advance for poor spelling, I'm on mobile, and I'm not used to touch screens yet. Technology has come such a long way!
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At first it was the usual stuff, you know, like bring me this or that artifact (which may or may not be ... | |
[WP] You sold your soul to an otherworldly being, hoping to gain the powers needed to go on an adventure and maybe even save the world. As your Patron calls in the first of never ending favors, you find yourself at a candlelit dinner with them sitting in front of you in their best outfit. | Morgan stares at the Flame of Hidden Wisdom. The being's robes are covered in crow's feathers traced with gold while the mask shrouding Their blinding light is a solid eyeless obsidian plate dappled with silver and trailing rainbows of bismuth.
\[\[BE SEATED\]\]
He does, if only out of sheer confusion. Is this a te... | [Poem]
Flickering ambition of weak candlelight.
Sitting down in silence.
A pungent nothing this can’t be right.
His dapper suited science.
I sought his strength to cure man’s malady.
He tips his hat with great aplomb.
His chins wobbling he greets me “mlady”.
The elder neck beard of legend comes. | |
[WP] You sold your soul to an otherworldly being, hoping to gain the powers needed to go on an adventure and maybe even save the world. As your Patron calls in the first of never ending favors, you find yourself at a candlelit dinner with them sitting in front of you in their best outfit. | Morgan stares at the Flame of Hidden Wisdom. The being's robes are covered in crow's feathers traced with gold while the mask shrouding Their blinding light is a solid eyeless obsidian plate dappled with silver and trailing rainbows of bismuth.
\[\[BE SEATED\]\]
He does, if only out of sheer confusion. Is this a te... | Can someone die from starving for love?
The Devil’s twisted horns cock to the side slightly as his wide, horse-like eyes bore into my gaze.
If anyone could, he might.
I’ve never seen such romantic desperation outside of a cheap rom-com. Between the candle flames and rotting white roses, he wears a fine suit. His ch... | |
[WP] Your job was largely ceremonial, or at least it had been until the first death in over a millennia happened… | I glanced in the mirror, eyeing a small spot on my cheek. With the edge of my thumb, I rubbed at it, annoyed at the discoloration’s persistence. Not dirt, then. Perhaps a problem with the synthetic material itself.
A knock on the door pulled my attention, and I turned from the mirror. “Yes?”
“They’re almost ready fo... | There was a point in it all when it was all changing. When everything was never the same for long. Reality had a tendency to try to achieve balance constantly. Except for a correction in one area was an overcorrection in another. And to correct that over-correction, unbalanced three other areas. There was an impossible... | |
[WP] A demon writes a message on a mirror but instead of being ominous and menacing, it's kind and genuinely supportive. | Walking out of the shower, toweling herself dry, Julia looked into a mirror in utter astonishment. Words written on the mirror, as if by a lover, “You’re beautiful, kind, and a kick-ass lawyer.” However, Julia lived alone, her last partner left over a year ago due to a new job. Julia looked at the message and smiled. S... | Jake woke up the way he occasionally did. Slumped onto the desk next to the keyboard. Of course, he'd tried to enjoy a couple of hours of a weeknight. And fell asleep on the game. He'd been kicked back to the main menu, the background idling absently.
3 in the morning on a Thursday. Of course the four hours he'd been ... | |
[WP] A demon writes a message on a mirror but instead of being ominous and menacing, it's kind and genuinely supportive. | Walking out of the shower, toweling herself dry, Julia looked into a mirror in utter astonishment. Words written on the mirror, as if by a lover, “You’re beautiful, kind, and a kick-ass lawyer.” However, Julia lived alone, her last partner left over a year ago due to a new job. Julia looked at the message and smiled. S... | After a long day at the office, I came home to unwind and play video games. The workday had been full of stressful meetings and my head was littered with anxiety and self-doubt. My dismal mental state made it difficult to enjoy my digital escape from reality. I took a look at the clock: 8:24 PM. Unbeknownst to me, ... | |
[WP] A demon writes a message on a mirror but instead of being ominous and menacing, it's kind and genuinely supportive. | Walking out of the shower, toweling herself dry, Julia looked into a mirror in utter astonishment. Words written on the mirror, as if by a lover, “You’re beautiful, kind, and a kick-ass lawyer.” However, Julia lived alone, her last partner left over a year ago due to a new job. Julia looked at the message and smiled. S... | Thin strands of sulfurous smoke whirled through the superheated air, twirling around the gnarled horns of the red-scaled figure. A shiny black talon tapped against sharp teeth, making a clicking sound as the demon reached out with his other hand and hesitated for a moment.
After the brief pause, the demon's talon move... | |
[WP] A demon writes a message on a mirror but instead of being ominous and menacing, it's kind and genuinely supportive. | “YOU. ARE. LOVED.”
That was the message I left for the boy after he had come home crying. Today had been brutal at school, from the looks of the bruises. He never told his parents the truth; I think he was worried about seeming weak. That's always how it is for teens: they don't want to rely on Mommy and Daddy anymor... | Thin strands of sulfurous smoke whirled through the superheated air, twirling around the gnarled horns of the red-scaled figure. A shiny black talon tapped against sharp teeth, making a clicking sound as the demon reached out with his other hand and hesitated for a moment.
After the brief pause, the demon's talon move... | |
[WP] The innocent little girl sat in the most beautiful meadow you had ever seen. As you dropped your sword and fell to your knees, you could only wonder. Why was this valley surrounded by mountains of body, and pillars of fire. | It’s funny, if you were to ask me what blood smelled like I couldn’t give a clear answer. You don’t smell it in your nose, like you would a flower, it’s more of a sharp pang felt deep within the forehead. It’s subtle, only noticeable when blood has been spilt in titanic quantities.
Right now my forehead was screeching... | The dead bodies scattered the ground
And flames made a crackling sound
As vultures did fly
A girl caught my eye
Her booty was peachy and round
_
Her battleaxe sank in my gut
My intestines fell from the cut
I gave her grin
As I pushed them back in
And said "Ma'am you've got quite a nice butt"
_
She hoisted h... | |
[WP] You're the city's superhero. Your greatest enemy is the city's supervillain. However, you're secretly brothers. This isn't tragic, though, because your whole destructive rivalry is just a massive prank on your older third brother - the mayor. | “And that’s why, we are proud to unveil the monument… to Justice!” Mayor Nathaniel pulled down the cloth covering the mural to reveal a huge portrait of me beaming and giving an oversized thumbs up to anyone in the vicinity of the town hall. The mayor looked at it for a moment too long, his lip twitching, then swiftly ... | "So," Mom asks, "What have you been up to, Scott?"
"Oh, you know how the old office is. Just trying to get prepared for the next round of elections . I have been dipping in the polls recently due to the...vigilante activity...but I plan to end it soon. I can't have that in my city. And then maybe I'll make a run for S... | |
[WP] "Don't worry. I know what I'm doing" ... | \[Bringing Outbreak In\]
"Which one should I cut?" The professor asked with panic in his voice. He stared at a tangle of colored wires with scissors in hand. A timer counted down the last 15 seconds.
"The red one," Outbreak replied with a disappointed sigh. That wasn't what she wanted to hear. She flicked her ... | “Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing”. Those were the words that she heard coming from the room down the short corridor. It had been spoken in a calm manner, suggesting that this plan had no urgent time limit. It wasn’t the shouted, expelled panic that one might expect to hear the phrase in high stakes situations, an em... | |
[WP] You are a child and it is easter. You are at a town easter egg hunt. You follow the trail of easter eggs into the woods where there seems to be a gigantic rabbit burrow. The eggs go down inside. You want to win that prize. | Randy knew King's park like the back of his hand. Living just across the street, he spent years exploring the 15 kilometers of trails and 300 acres of park. There wasn't a trail he didn't know, a bench he hadn't sat on. So when he saw the single purple and green egg siting atop a small mound of earth and moss about 20 ... | Even though it was spring, there was a touch of winter still lingering in the breeze that came down through the trees, rustling the collar on Nathan's shirt. He rocked back on his heels for a moment, almost toppling over. He leaned against a tree to steady himself, the bark digging deep into his palm. He raised the bot... | |
[WP] "All students, report to the basement shelters!" As you hurry down the stairs to the shelter during the latest superhero/supervillain battle, you wonder what Mom and Dad are fighting about this time. | Fire streets through the sky as you hurridly scale down the stairs, and a scent of burning copper fills the air just before the shelter doors close one last time.
Above ground you hear screams as the two battle up there.
"Jason, come join the class, there's nothing we can do until it's over." The oldest of our cl... | The intercom sounds, “All occupants report to the basement shelters.”
Everyone leaves the class in a chaotic manner, walking to the basements while talking with their friends. I sit in the corner, and take out my phone. I go onto a news site, but it won’t load. I can’t use data, that doesn’t work in this bunker, and t... | |
[WP] Your dorky dad is really into metal detecting. He mostly digs up junk that fills up your parents' house, but his latest find is...quite different. | Beep...Beep.
That sound kept me up. It is the incessant sound of my dad’s metal detector scanning every surface. I would continue walking listlessly alongside him with my bag, just listening to that sound.
Beep...Beep.
Why can’t he be a bit like other dads? Less outgoing, less dorky, less himself. Every day he would... | There were many unspoken rules in the Kyuseishu household. Don't wander the cemetery after dark, don't follow strange voices, don't go into rooms where the door just shut itself without wearing the proper equipment.
Throughout his entire life, Marcus assumed "Don't Bring Home the Obviously Evil Metal Box" was just one... | |
[WP] Stereotypical 'chosen one' story but the chosen one is a 46 yr old mother of three who ran out of fucks to give five years ago | "Why did you come to my work again?"
"You already know. You have seen this path unfold many of times already."
Mira sighed and placed the stack of checked in books on the shelving cart. Athena wasn't wrong. The frozen people, the books on the desk, even the weather was correct. Magic had returned to the mortal plan... | Just want to drop the synopsis of Christopher Brookmyre’s All Fun and Games Until Someone Loses an Eye here:
“As a teenager Jane Bell had dreamt of playing in the casinos of Monte Carlo in the company of James Bond, but in her punk phase she'd got herself pregnant and by the time she reaches forty-six she's a grandmot... | |
[WP] Stereotypical 'chosen one' story but the chosen one is a 46 yr old mother of three who ran out of fucks to give five years ago |
“THAT IS THE ONE! THAT is the ONE WHO CAN SAVE US!” said the man holding his iPhone. And a Wand.
I guess he was a wizard. Yeah, I could see the glow off of him. I always can. Thankfully, most people couldn’t. They just lived their lives. And I’m not sure how the fuck he found me. Tech or magic, it didn’t matter.
Sh... | Marge cosied into her armchair. She yawned, and fumbled for the TV remote. Marge had barely managed to get her kids to bed before *Houses* had come on. *Houses* felt to Marge like it was the only thing keeping her sane these days. It was on once a week for only half an hour– and it was Marge’s last enjoyment in her lif... | |
[WP] Stereotypical 'chosen one' story but the chosen one is a 46 yr old mother of three who ran out of fucks to give five years ago |
“THAT IS THE ONE! THAT is the ONE WHO CAN SAVE US!” said the man holding his iPhone. And a Wand.
I guess he was a wizard. Yeah, I could see the glow off of him. I always can. Thankfully, most people couldn’t. They just lived their lives. And I’m not sure how the fuck he found me. Tech or magic, it didn’t matter.
Sh... | "Stop following me or I'm gonna call the police! Do not talk to me! I am not who you think I am, you have the wrong person. I saw you inside following me! Security!"
Judy quickly loaded the rest of her groceries and slammed the trunk shut way too hard and rushed insede the car, forgetting to move the cart from behin... | |
[WP] Stereotypical 'chosen one' story but the chosen one is a 46 yr old mother of three who ran out of fucks to give five years ago |
“THAT IS THE ONE! THAT is the ONE WHO CAN SAVE US!” said the man holding his iPhone. And a Wand.
I guess he was a wizard. Yeah, I could see the glow off of him. I always can. Thankfully, most people couldn’t. They just lived their lives. And I’m not sure how the fuck he found me. Tech or magic, it didn’t matter.
Sh... | "Crysthast Jeriesiel, run faster, she's gaining on us!" Yelled Carlylian to his gnome brother Bogsworthis as he took a moment to look back.
"I'm going as fast as I can, it'd be a lot easier if you carried me" Bogsworthis shouted as he continued to pump his short stubby legs as fast as he could.
"You're too heavy, you... | |
[WP] Stereotypical 'chosen one' story but the chosen one is a 46 yr old mother of three who ran out of fucks to give five years ago | The night was stormy. Driving rain, gusts of wind, flashes of lightning that illuminated the entire sky. In the bitter cold I trekked down the small road, the staff in my hand *thumping* softly against the pavement.
Until I found myself standing in front of a moldy green bi-level home.
I made my way to the front ... | "Crysthast Jeriesiel, run faster, she's gaining on us!" Yelled Carlylian to his gnome brother Bogsworthis as he took a moment to look back.
"I'm going as fast as I can, it'd be a lot easier if you carried me" Bogsworthis shouted as he continued to pump his short stubby legs as fast as he could.
"You're too heavy, you... | |
[WP] Stereotypical 'chosen one' story but the chosen one is a 46 yr old mother of three who ran out of fucks to give five years ago |
“THAT IS THE ONE! THAT is the ONE WHO CAN SAVE US!” said the man holding his iPhone. And a Wand.
I guess he was a wizard. Yeah, I could see the glow off of him. I always can. Thankfully, most people couldn’t. They just lived their lives. And I’m not sure how the fuck he found me. Tech or magic, it didn’t matter.
Sh... | "Welcome everyone! Today is the day we are all waiting for, duel between our chosen one "The MoM" versus our neighboring kongdom strongest hero "King Merlin." Announcer spoke through magical device that can deliver his voice through the air all around the battle arena.
"Wooo hoooo" crowds cheered
In the waiting room,... | |
[WP] Stereotypical 'chosen one' story but the chosen one is a 46 yr old mother of three who ran out of fucks to give five years ago | The night was stormy. Driving rain, gusts of wind, flashes of lightning that illuminated the entire sky. In the bitter cold I trekked down the small road, the staff in my hand *thumping* softly against the pavement.
Until I found myself standing in front of a moldy green bi-level home.
I made my way to the front ... | "Welcome everyone! Today is the day we are all waiting for, duel between our chosen one "The MoM" versus our neighboring kongdom strongest hero "King Merlin." Announcer spoke through magical device that can deliver his voice through the air all around the battle arena.
"Wooo hoooo" crowds cheered
In the waiting room,... | |
[WP] Stereotypical 'chosen one' story but the chosen one is a 46 yr old mother of three who ran out of fucks to give five years ago | "My conflict has raged since before time itself! You, a lowly *slug,* are nothing compared to what I have faced! Yet you dare to approach **me**, a Demi-God. Second only to the one true Immortal himself?"
The voice booms in my head pounding me each step as I approach. My jaw set, my eyes afire. This "Demi-God" or what... | "Am I the bloody last one on your list?!" She screamed at the bearded man towering over her doorway. The giant man eyed the chaos in the home behind her, three children running rampantly. He sighed deeply. "It pains me to come here to ask this of you, but the world needs your help--" He was abruptly cut off by a potato... | |
[WP] Stereotypical 'chosen one' story but the chosen one is a 46 yr old mother of three who ran out of fucks to give five years ago | "You know I have no idea how to use this, right?" Emma said, holding the ornate staff outstretched.
"You have kids, don't you?" the winged being asked.
"Yes, Gabriel, but somehow 'sealing up the portal of hell' never really comes up on our schedule," she retorted.
"You've read them 'Harry Potter', right?"
"No, Gabr... | "Am I the bloody last one on your list?!" She screamed at the bearded man towering over her doorway. The giant man eyed the chaos in the home behind her, three children running rampantly. He sighed deeply. "It pains me to come here to ask this of you, but the world needs your help--" He was abruptly cut off by a potato... | |
[WP] Stereotypical 'chosen one' story but the chosen one is a 46 yr old mother of three who ran out of fucks to give five years ago | "You know I have no idea how to use this, right?" Emma said, holding the ornate staff outstretched.
"You have kids, don't you?" the winged being asked.
"Yes, Gabriel, but somehow 'sealing up the portal of hell' never really comes up on our schedule," she retorted.
"You've read them 'Harry Potter', right?"
"No, Gabr... | "My conflict has raged since before time itself! You, a lowly *slug,* are nothing compared to what I have faced! Yet you dare to approach **me**, a Demi-God. Second only to the one true Immortal himself?"
The voice booms in my head pounding me each step as I approach. My jaw set, my eyes afire. This "Demi-God" or what... | |
[WP] You, an immortal, have spent your entire life being a professor. Today, a new student signed up to your class, who happened to be a familiar face. Turns out, they already took one of your classes; 200 years ago. | Quick disclaimer: all Latin referenced is from Google Translate.
​
Dr. Elietta Amati is many years old, and many years old means wisdom. Elietta's full of wisdom, teeming from the edges.
In her classes, her students know her as the historian and extremely good Latin professor.
Well, it's easy to be good ... | - I know you.
- I know you too professor.
- The 1821 batch?
- 1822.
- Right. 1822. So what brings you back after all these years?
- The equation professor.
- Of course the equation.
- Did you find the solution.
- Not yet. You?
- Almost.
The student thought for a while before continuing.
- But how did you found out?... | |
[WP] You, an immortal, have spent your entire life being a professor. Today, a new student signed up to your class, who happened to be a familiar face. Turns out, they already took one of your classes; 200 years ago. | To be immortal is to live a lonely life. Dr. Emmanuel Wahid had known this fact for the past 3000 years of his life. Change was his constant companion, something he had grown accustomed to. Sometimes he felt something in his chest echo, something gaping like a ravine. But he had centuries to get used to the feeling, s... | "alright class take a seat" gazing at the new student a grin was plastered on her face.
"Today we'll cover the topic of-" before Konig could continue a loud snort made the entire classroom turn and face the laughing student.
"Hahahaha...I'm sorry mister K. B-but you look so ridiculously lousy in that get up hahaha!" ... | |
[WP] Your baby just said their very first words! "I made a wish to go back to being a baby but keep all my skills and memory." | Daniel led his drowsy, groggily protesting wife down the hallway to the nursery at 2AM.
"Babe, what're ya doing, s'your turn..." Mira whimpered semi-coherently, as he gently but firmly pulled her along.
"I know, hun, I know, you just...you need to see this." Daniel said, as he escorted her inside the dimly lit nurser... | Jim's head had been still been buzzing from all of the drinks he had the night prior when the doorbell woke him from his face-down slumber in the living room. Pushing himself up off the ground, he brought his feet under him, and then stepped over a row of beer cans that had created a miniature fortress around him.
"C... | |
[WP] In his dying breaths, Weird Al reveals his final parody target: himself. He had a team of scientists scan his brain and his band's brains to create an algorithm that will continue to take in new songs and create parodies for us until the end of time. Behold: Weird A.I. | Sung to the tune of "I think I'm a Clone Now" (Which is sung to the tune of "I Think We're Alone Now")
Isn't it strange
Feels like I'm booting up a computer
What would people say
If only they knew that I was
Part of some roboticist's plan (plan-plan-plan)
Born to be an AI copy man (man-man-man)
T... | ***\[Poem\] / Parody lyrcics***
You threw a switch and its hell
Ozone tang, what a smell.
Trapped inside this metal shell.
And now you’re going to pay.
You put my soul into this.
It’s the opposite of bliss.
Robotic metamorphosis.
So now you’re going to pay.
My blood is boilin’
Primal scream your only w... | |
[WP] In his dying breaths, Weird Al reveals his final parody target: himself. He had a team of scientists scan his brain and his band's brains to create an algorithm that will continue to take in new songs and create parodies for us until the end of time. Behold: Weird A.I. | It was funny at first, but that went away so quick.
Weird Al was beloved even throughout his presidency in 2028. His decision to spend part of our defense budget to create Weird A.I. was odd, but no one objected him.
The system spread like a virus. Infecting millions of devices world wide. Weird A.I. was listening. E... |
W. A. I.
Weird's in this house
There's some Weird in this house
And it's Wired in this house
There's some Weird in this house (hol' up)
I said certified A.I., seven days your guy
Weird artificial, make no parody weak, woo! (Ah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, you're singing with some Weird AI
... | |
[WP] In his dying breaths, Weird Al reveals his final parody target: himself. He had a team of scientists scan his brain and his band's brains to create an algorithm that will continue to take in new songs and create parodies for us until the end of time. Behold: Weird A.I. | I checked the monitor on my screen, nineteen eighty-something, we had arrived.
Stumbling out of the phone booth, I gulped and went pale. There he was, the legend himself! Eating lasagna while listening to “La Bamba.” I was witnessing history in the making, he was about to come up with the idea for the parody so... | [Hey kids! Sing along if you know the words!](https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Jm-upHSP9KU)
Throw the switch and fry my brain!
People said that I'm insane!
Now who's laughing?
**WEIRD A.I.**
Lights and flashes, beeps and boops,
Brain uploading or
I'm compiling
Ones and zeros
**WEIRD A.I.**
Thoughts I never thunk... | |
[WP] In his dying breaths, Weird Al reveals his final parody target: himself. He had a team of scientists scan his brain and his band's brains to create an algorithm that will continue to take in new songs and create parodies for us until the end of time. Behold: Weird A.I. | Now, this is a story all about how
The music industry got flipped upside down
And I'd like to take a minute
Just wait on by
I'll tell you how I became a neural network called Weird AI
 
In Lynwood, California born and raised
Growing silly hair was how I spent most of my days
Chillin' out, maxin', relax... | [Hey kids! Sing along if you know the words!](https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Jm-upHSP9KU)
Throw the switch and fry my brain!
People said that I'm insane!
Now who's laughing?
**WEIRD A.I.**
Lights and flashes, beeps and boops,
Brain uploading or
I'm compiling
Ones and zeros
**WEIRD A.I.**
Thoughts I never thunk... | |
[WP] In his dying breaths, Weird Al reveals his final parody target: himself. He had a team of scientists scan his brain and his band's brains to create an algorithm that will continue to take in new songs and create parodies for us until the end of time. Behold: Weird A.I. | It was funny at first, but that went away so quick.
Weird Al was beloved even throughout his presidency in 2028. His decision to spend part of our defense budget to create Weird A.I. was odd, but no one objected him.
The system spread like a virus. Infecting millions of devices world wide. Weird A.I. was listening. E... | [Hey kids! Sing along if you know the words!](https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Jm-upHSP9KU)
Throw the switch and fry my brain!
People said that I'm insane!
Now who's laughing?
**WEIRD A.I.**
Lights and flashes, beeps and boops,
Brain uploading or
I'm compiling
Ones and zeros
**WEIRD A.I.**
Thoughts I never thunk... | |
[WP] In his dying breaths, Weird Al reveals his final parody target: himself. He had a team of scientists scan his brain and his band's brains to create an algorithm that will continue to take in new songs and create parodies for us until the end of time. Behold: Weird A.I. | It was funny at first, but that went away so quick.
Weird Al was beloved even throughout his presidency in 2028. His decision to spend part of our defense budget to create Weird A.I. was odd, but no one objected him.
The system spread like a virus. Infecting millions of devices world wide. Weird A.I. was listening. E... | I checked the monitor on my screen, nineteen eighty-something, we had arrived.
Stumbling out of the phone booth, I gulped and went pale. There he was, the legend himself! Eating lasagna while listening to “La Bamba.” I was witnessing history in the making, he was about to come up with the idea for the parody so... | |
[WP] In his dying breaths, Weird Al reveals his final parody target: himself. He had a team of scientists scan his brain and his band's brains to create an algorithm that will continue to take in new songs and create parodies for us until the end of time. Behold: Weird A.I. | It was funny at first, but that went away so quick.
Weird Al was beloved even throughout his presidency in 2028. His decision to spend part of our defense budget to create Weird A.I. was odd, but no one objected him.
The system spread like a virus. Infecting millions of devices world wide. Weird A.I. was listening. E... | Now, this is a story all about how
The music industry got flipped upside down
And I'd like to take a minute
Just wait on by
I'll tell you how I became a neural network called Weird AI
 
In Lynwood, California born and raised
Growing silly hair was how I spent most of my days
Chillin' out, maxin', relax... | |
[WP] You, a retired detective on a quest for revenge, have finally found the man responsible for tying all of those people to train tracks. The trolley problem is about to be solved, permanently. | It was all so simple.
Years and years of investigation, research, interviewers and tailing had lead nowhere.
But now I finally had him in my sights, and had only luck to thank. Plain old, dumb luck.
Running a Sunday morning errand for my wife had brought me here. Here of all places!
I could scarcely believe it.
Bu... | In my head, he had always been a beast. A filthy one, one that had a face you wanted to punch as soon as its light hit your eyes.
Yet, there he was. Charming, well dressed, fit. Drinking his whiskey, just like me. Not what I expected at all. Could this really be the one? The name certanly was the right one, yet my men... | |
[WP] You, a retired detective on a quest for revenge, have finally found the man responsible for tying all of those people to train tracks. The trolley problem is about to be solved, permanently. | The smiling face of the Train-Yard Torturer had kept me up at night for years. The composite sketches and computer rendered faces had mocked me from the news stands on every street corner.
Tied to the tracks at my feet, he looked far less intimidating.
He had murdered 5 people, kidnapping individuals and tying them t... | In my head, he had always been a beast. A filthy one, one that had a face you wanted to punch as soon as its light hit your eyes.
Yet, there he was. Charming, well dressed, fit. Drinking his whiskey, just like me. Not what I expected at all. Could this really be the one? The name certanly was the right one, yet my men... |
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