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[WP] A superhero is fed up with how reliant his city has become on him for every little thing, so he takes a vacation. Upon his return, he discovers that the city is now completely free of crime... and that there's a $1,000,000 bounty on his head. | It would only take a second.
The snap of the Magician's fingers usually could fix all wrongs; it had been working for years. An old lady would scream for him in the street about her morning paper being late and, with a snap, it would suddenly appear in her grateful hands. The same would happen for the stock broker, la... | Captain walks into the front door of his old secluded farmhouse. Cabo had been so fun, he kind of cut loose with the alcohol and women for the last two weeks. It'd been decades since he had fun like that, the relaxation, the sun and just the lounging around not having to save people all day long. Before he left, the... | |
[WP] A superhero is fed up with how reliant his city has become on him for every little thing, so he takes a vacation. Upon his return, he discovers that the city is now completely free of crime... and that there's a $1,000,000 bounty on his head. | Life as a Superhero had it’s perks, that’s undeniable. I mean, you end up being revered, loved, respected and above all, idolized. It made my desire for heroics, and my determination to be a foundation for others to stand on all the more prominent.
Reinforced, to a degree. It made my life as a hero pretty amazing. Bu... | Captain walks into the front door of his old secluded farmhouse. Cabo had been so fun, he kind of cut loose with the alcohol and women for the last two weeks. It'd been decades since he had fun like that, the relaxation, the sun and just the lounging around not having to save people all day long. Before he left, the... | |
[WP] A superhero is fed up with how reliant his city has become on him for every little thing, so he takes a vacation. Upon his return, he discovers that the city is now completely free of crime... and that there's a $1,000,000 bounty on his head. | Whenever Doug came back to the city, he always stopped at the brick filling station at the edge of the limits. He liked to eat a small bag of corn chips and drink a Diet Coke before he changed into his bear costume and lumbered back into crime fighting mode. He also liked to visit with Marty, the owner of the station... | Captain walks into the front door of his old secluded farmhouse. Cabo had been so fun, he kind of cut loose with the alcohol and women for the last two weeks. It'd been decades since he had fun like that, the relaxation, the sun and just the lounging around not having to save people all day long. Before he left, the... | |
[WP] A superhero is fed up with how reliant his city has become on him for every little thing, so he takes a vacation. Upon his return, he discovers that the city is now completely free of crime... and that there's a $1,000,000 bounty on his head. | Life as a Superhero had it’s perks, that’s undeniable. I mean, you end up being revered, loved, respected and above all, idolized. It made my desire for heroics, and my determination to be a foundation for others to stand on all the more prominent.
Reinforced, to a degree. It made my life as a hero pretty amazing. Bu... | I always knew this city was full of idiots, but I never expected them to do something *this* stupid. I'd hoped they'd learn a little independence in my absence, but this? This is wide-scale rebellion. Apparently there's been a temporary drop in crime rate - okay, a 100% drop in crime rates - and they've decided that... | |
[WP] A superhero is fed up with how reliant his city has become on him for every little thing, so he takes a vacation. Upon his return, he discovers that the city is now completely free of crime... and that there's a $1,000,000 bounty on his head. | Life as a Superhero had it’s perks, that’s undeniable. I mean, you end up being revered, loved, respected and above all, idolized. It made my desire for heroics, and my determination to be a foundation for others to stand on all the more prominent.
Reinforced, to a degree. It made my life as a hero pretty amazing. Bu... | It would only take a second.
The snap of the Magician's fingers usually could fix all wrongs; it had been working for years. An old lady would scream for him in the street about her morning paper being late and, with a snap, it would suddenly appear in her grateful hands. The same would happen for the stock broker, la... | |
[WP] A superhero is fed up with how reliant his city has become on him for every little thing, so he takes a vacation. Upon his return, he discovers that the city is now completely free of crime... and that there's a $1,000,000 bounty on his head. | Life as a Superhero had it’s perks, that’s undeniable. I mean, you end up being revered, loved, respected and above all, idolized. It made my desire for heroics, and my determination to be a foundation for others to stand on all the more prominent.
Reinforced, to a degree. It made my life as a hero pretty amazing. Bu... |
“This city has become too reliant on me.” started Julia. “I think it is the time that the Silver Wolf takes a vacation where I can enjoy myself rather than focus on the petty problems that are throughout this city.”
And that was it, for the first time in her career, the Silver Wolf was going to take a vacation. Th... | |
[WP] A superhero is fed up with how reliant his city has become on him for every little thing, so he takes a vacation. Upon his return, he discovers that the city is now completely free of crime... and that there's a $1,000,000 bounty on his head. | Whenever Doug came back to the city, he always stopped at the brick filling station at the edge of the limits. He liked to eat a small bag of corn chips and drink a Diet Coke before he changed into his bear costume and lumbered back into crime fighting mode. He also liked to visit with Marty, the owner of the station... |
“This city has become too reliant on me.” started Julia. “I think it is the time that the Silver Wolf takes a vacation where I can enjoy myself rather than focus on the petty problems that are throughout this city.”
And that was it, for the first time in her career, the Silver Wolf was going to take a vacation. Th... | |
[WP] A superhero is fed up with how reliant his city has become on him for every little thing, so he takes a vacation. Upon his return, he discovers that the city is now completely free of crime... and that there's a $1,000,000 bounty on his head. | Whenever Doug came back to the city, he always stopped at the brick filling station at the edge of the limits. He liked to eat a small bag of corn chips and drink a Diet Coke before he changed into his bear costume and lumbered back into crime fighting mode. He also liked to visit with Marty, the owner of the station... | "Why James! What is the meaning of all this?!"
"It's simple answer Techman, you are the solution, the answer to every problem this city has faced. You can't leave us. We need you a whole lot more than you need us."
Techman looked at the Police Chief with utter shock and disgust. The city he had devoted his life to ha... | |
[WP] You can see through walls, and have always thought this was a normal skill everyone possessed. One day your professor explains the Schrödinger's cat experiment to the class, and you raise your hand to ask a question. | While the teacher kept talking about the cat experiment I jumped onto google. Surely Schrödinger must have had some sort issue with his eyesight. Google however did not provide me with any answer. He wore glasses but as far as I knew that didn't stop the ability to look through walls or other objects. I could know as I... | [professor] "So in summary the total system is a box which contains a cat, a poisonous gas, an automated hammer robot, a geiger counter, and the radioactive material. There are two possible outcomes - either the radioactive substance decays slightly and causes the geiger to activate the hammer that releases poison or, ... | |
[WP] You can see through walls, and have always thought this was a normal skill everyone possessed. One day your professor explains the Schrödinger's cat experiment to the class, and you raise your hand to ask a question. | "Sir, I don't understand the basis of the experiment."
"What do you mean Joshua?"
"Well, why not just... look through the box? I assume that's the first thing that would come to anyones mind when faced with something like this."
This is where I knew something I said was odd.
"Look through...?"
"Yes, look through t... | "What do you mean?" The professor said. He seemed really confused about what I had said. I told you professor, "Just look through the box, we can see right through it."
"That's preposterous. No one can see through wood"
"But sir-"
"If you cannot take this class seriously, I must ask you to leave."
With a red face I ... | |
It's my birthday. Five decades. Party at my place, BYOB. | [WP] HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Every year your mysterious Uncle Rick has sent you a birthday package. Once, it was a DVD, 2 years before DVD's were invented. This year, the box contains what looks like a 2020 iPhone, but the most interesting thing is the wadded up newspapers used to cushion it. | I was tinkering with the new phone and wondering why the hell every apple update makes the operations system worse when I noticed the headline.
"Rick Dryer Finally Put To Justice" in massive letters covering the top line of the paper.
Uncle Rick put to justice? I couldn't believe it. Uncle Rick was always a little st... | It is also my birthday. One year from being a legal adult. No clue where you live. Can't drink.
***
Just like it is an understatement to say that Antarctica is a little bit cold, it is an understatement to say that Rick was a shady character.
The first time I ever dealt with Rick, I was 6, and it was 1993. We got a D... |
It's my birthday. Five decades. Party at my place, BYOB. | [WP] HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Every year your mysterious Uncle Rick has sent you a birthday package. Once, it was a DVD, 2 years before DVD's were invented. This year, the box contains what looks like a 2020 iPhone, but the most interesting thing is the wadded up newspapers used to cushion it. | “Uncle Rick, this is Nicky. We really have to talk. I’m not sure you’re getting my messages, I’ve been trying to leave you a voicemail, but I can’t figure out all the settings on this thing. Whatever. Its really important. Call me back.” Nicky hung up the phone.
Nicky sighed as he sat down in his cramped Brookly... | It is also my birthday. One year from being a legal adult. No clue where you live. Can't drink.
***
Just like it is an understatement to say that Antarctica is a little bit cold, it is an understatement to say that Rick was a shady character.
The first time I ever dealt with Rick, I was 6, and it was 1993. We got a D... |
It's my birthday. Five decades. Party at my place, BYOB. | [WP] HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Every year your mysterious Uncle Rick has sent you a birthday package. Once, it was a DVD, 2 years before DVD's were invented. This year, the box contains what looks like a 2020 iPhone, but the most interesting thing is the wadded up newspapers used to cushion it. | Actually Uncle Rick wasn’t my uncle. He was my Great Uncle. Or some other distant relative, actually my relationship with him wasn’t very clear to me. I had never seen him in person, but I felt like I knew him quite well. The voice he used in the letters he sent me felt very familiar, the jokes he made I could have mad... | It is also my birthday. One year from being a legal adult. No clue where you live. Can't drink.
***
Just like it is an understatement to say that Antarctica is a little bit cold, it is an understatement to say that Rick was a shady character.
The first time I ever dealt with Rick, I was 6, and it was 1993. We got a D... |
It's my birthday. Five decades. Party at my place, BYOB. | [WP] HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Every year your mysterious Uncle Rick has sent you a birthday package. Once, it was a DVD, 2 years before DVD's were invented. This year, the box contains what looks like a 2020 iPhone, but the most interesting thing is the wadded up newspapers used to cushion it. | Actually Uncle Rick wasn’t my uncle. He was my Great Uncle. Or some other distant relative, actually my relationship with him wasn’t very clear to me. I had never seen him in person, but I felt like I knew him quite well. The voice he used in the letters he sent me felt very familiar, the jokes he made I could have mad... | “Uncle Rick, this is Nicky. We really have to talk. I’m not sure you’re getting my messages, I’ve been trying to leave you a voicemail, but I can’t figure out all the settings on this thing. Whatever. Its really important. Call me back.” Nicky hung up the phone.
Nicky sighed as he sat down in his cramped Brookly... |
It's my birthday. Five decades. Party at my place, BYOB. | [WP] HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Every year your mysterious Uncle Rick has sent you a birthday package. Once, it was a DVD, 2 years before DVD's were invented. This year, the box contains what looks like a 2020 iPhone, but the most interesting thing is the wadded up newspapers used to cushion it. | Actually Uncle Rick wasn’t my uncle. He was my Great Uncle. Or some other distant relative, actually my relationship with him wasn’t very clear to me. I had never seen him in person, but I felt like I knew him quite well. The voice he used in the letters he sent me felt very familiar, the jokes he made I could have mad... | Night’s Edge jutted over the edge of a cliff like a drunken man about to fall. Or perhaps a suicidal one, who wondered if the rocks below held the gift of death. *Perhaps it’s one, the other, or both,* Jack thought sadly. *It makes no difference if the end result is a fall.* He stood alone on a long cement road tha... |
[WP] Since you where young your dog would check if your room was safe before you went to sleep, so you have never been scared of the dark. This is the first night since your dog died and you find it too difficult to go to bed. You hear a wailing from the closet, the dark misses your dog too. | I spent my morning as jovial as could be. I got to watch my favorite Batman in the morning, and atr my favorite cereal (cheerios, most days, and honey nut on sunday)
After Batman was another cartoon. Something silly for little kids, but I watched it with Sammy and it was her favorite. I heard the door open. Dad was ou... | I dropped the shovel just before entering the house again. Buring Donny in the backyard brought tears I had not seen in a long time.
As I plummeted on my bed memories of that golden retriever flooded every space inside me: its hair, once shinny and silky, brushed by the wind of chill spring mornings. It's paws, soaked... | |
[WP] Since you where young your dog would check if your room was safe before you went to sleep, so you have never been scared of the dark. This is the first night since your dog died and you find it too difficult to go to bed. You hear a wailing from the closet, the dark misses your dog too. | Jack rolled over again in his bed and his eyes were drawn to the empty space in the corner of the room. Well, not exactly empty. On the floor was the well-worn rug and, scattered around it, tell-tale bits of rawhide chewies. Next to it, a bowl of water, now completely dry. The small clutter only left the space empt... | I dropped the shovel just before entering the house again. Buring Donny in the backyard brought tears I had not seen in a long time.
As I plummeted on my bed memories of that golden retriever flooded every space inside me: its hair, once shinny and silky, brushed by the wind of chill spring mornings. It's paws, soaked... | |
[WP] You are the world’s top surgeon, renowned for bringing people on the brink of death back to full health. A group of three people strike up a conversation with you at a bar, and you realize that their careers are the modern equivalent of Dungeons & Dragons and they want you as their new healer. | Dr. Miyamoto looked down sullenly at the glass in his hand that was shaking from fatigue, which he could barely lift to his mouth to drink. He gazed at the bar table through the bottom of the empty glass and wondered if there he should order another drink, completely oblivious to the fact that he was still wearing his ... | [Part 1]
The sweet taste of mead made its way down his throat and rested in his belly.
It had been a long day and there was nothing like man's favorite poison to kill its dreary memories. Valhalla's Pub had been such a sweet sanctuary, it was nestled wonderfully between his apartment and the hospital. He began to wo... | |
[WP] You are the world’s top surgeon, renowned for bringing people on the brink of death back to full health. A group of three people strike up a conversation with you at a bar, and you realize that their careers are the modern equivalent of Dungeons & Dragons and they want you as their new healer. | "An expedition," I numbly asked again, more than a little drunk with the sort of half smile one wears when you can't tell if someone is joking or not.
"This guy's supposed to be smart?" the big guy said, staring into his bottle.
"It's _2017_," I laughed. "There's nowhere really left to go on some grand adventure and ... | "No thanks" I said promptly upon seeing the motley collection of fools that had apprehended me the other day for my service.
"But sir!" one of them protested, a fellow with a wizard hat clasped between his hands. He approached me with his head down, knowing full well that I had asked not to be disturbed.
"But nothing... | |
Loving the stories guys; You're all awesome people, and you should feel awesome. | [WP] You set up a sign that says "LEAVE WALLET HERE", as a joke. Much to your surprise, people obey the sign. You wonder what else people would be willing to do. | Title: Leave Wallet Here
I was at my wits' end. After over a decade of fighting, sacrifice and pain it was all coming to an end.
He was going to die.
We had nothing left and have been living off credit for the last year, our once well paying jobs gone and our savings dwindled to nothing. We refinanced the house and ... | Hmm how odd! I never thought this might actually work, now whenever I need to go somewhere I can't take my wallet all I must do is put a sign on it telling people to leave the wallet where it is. I decided to take this further and put a note on my unlocked car saying the same thing, "please leave car here", and now I n... |
Loving the stories guys; You're all awesome people, and you should feel awesome. | [WP] You set up a sign that says "LEAVE WALLET HERE", as a joke. Much to your surprise, people obey the sign. You wonder what else people would be willing to do. | Psychology is a funny old thing. People have this notion that if theres a sign put up and no one's there, that they are probably being watched. So, with that in my head I decided to play a joke on some if my customers.
I run a shop. It's old and smells musty, we don't do a lot of business, but I have my core of regul... | Hmm how odd! I never thought this might actually work, now whenever I need to go somewhere I can't take my wallet all I must do is put a sign on it telling people to leave the wallet where it is. I decided to take this further and put a note on my unlocked car saying the same thing, "please leave car here", and now I n... |
Loving the stories guys; You're all awesome people, and you should feel awesome. | [WP] You set up a sign that says "LEAVE WALLET HERE", as a joke. Much to your surprise, people obey the sign. You wonder what else people would be willing to do. | **The day we all followed directions**
It started with a simple sign, a prank that just appeared.
A cardboard post that told the world to leave their money here.
Now you might imagine my delight when I returned to find
a pile of money, leatherbound, in stacks they'd left behind.
My interest piqued, I left a sec... | Hmm how odd! I never thought this might actually work, now whenever I need to go somewhere I can't take my wallet all I must do is put a sign on it telling people to leave the wallet where it is. I decided to take this further and put a note on my unlocked car saying the same thing, "please leave car here", and now I n... |
Loving the stories guys; You're all awesome people, and you should feel awesome. | [WP] You set up a sign that says "LEAVE WALLET HERE", as a joke. Much to your surprise, people obey the sign. You wonder what else people would be willing to do. | I chuckled when I saw the pile of wallets. But that giddy feeling quickly turned into curiosity. The sign was so simple, the premise so transparent, but it had worked. Even though it was just a small pile of wallets in the box underneath the sign, the plan had proven itself effective and the pile was growing by the ... | Tap tap tap.
The sign had a rather queer message scribbled across it. "Put a copy of this sign nearby."
Tap tap tap.
They came with sticks and scraps of cardboard and duct tape. Hundreds of them. Thousands. Millions.
Tap tap tap.
A sea of zombies, endlessly scribbling, tearing, taping, and tapping their signs... |
Loving the stories guys; You're all awesome people, and you should feel awesome. | [WP] You set up a sign that says "LEAVE WALLET HERE", as a joke. Much to your surprise, people obey the sign. You wonder what else people would be willing to do. | **The day we all followed directions**
It started with a simple sign, a prank that just appeared.
A cardboard post that told the world to leave their money here.
Now you might imagine my delight when I returned to find
a pile of money, leatherbound, in stacks they'd left behind.
My interest piqued, I left a sec... | Tap tap tap.
The sign had a rather queer message scribbled across it. "Put a copy of this sign nearby."
Tap tap tap.
They came with sticks and scraps of cardboard and duct tape. Hundreds of them. Thousands. Millions.
Tap tap tap.
A sea of zombies, endlessly scribbling, tearing, taping, and tapping their signs... |
Loving the stories guys; You're all awesome people, and you should feel awesome. | [WP] You set up a sign that says "LEAVE WALLET HERE", as a joke. Much to your surprise, people obey the sign. You wonder what else people would be willing to do. | For as long as I can remember, I've spent my Saturdays collecting money for charity. I have a small whiteboard, a marker pen, and a little red bucket for people to put their money in. I'll write clever little things on the board, such as "If you can read this sign, please give money to those who can't," and at the end ... | Tap tap tap.
The sign had a rather queer message scribbled across it. "Put a copy of this sign nearby."
Tap tap tap.
They came with sticks and scraps of cardboard and duct tape. Hundreds of them. Thousands. Millions.
Tap tap tap.
A sea of zombies, endlessly scribbling, tearing, taping, and tapping their signs... |
Loving the stories guys; You're all awesome people, and you should feel awesome. | [WP] You set up a sign that says "LEAVE WALLET HERE", as a joke. Much to your surprise, people obey the sign. You wonder what else people would be willing to do. | "It started as a joke, I just wanted to know if people would do this. There's something in these markers, in the board, or maybe it's the people. They'll give me whatever I want. Do you know how I got that TV? I just wrote "LEAVE TV HERE" and I came by an hour later and 3 of them were sitting on the box." Murphy said t... | Tap tap tap.
The sign had a rather queer message scribbled across it. "Put a copy of this sign nearby."
Tap tap tap.
They came with sticks and scraps of cardboard and duct tape. Hundreds of them. Thousands. Millions.
Tap tap tap.
A sea of zombies, endlessly scribbling, tearing, taping, and tapping their signs... |
Loving the stories guys; You're all awesome people, and you should feel awesome. | [WP] You set up a sign that says "LEAVE WALLET HERE", as a joke. Much to your surprise, people obey the sign. You wonder what else people would be willing to do. | Ellison woke up around midday. He'd had a bad night and during the colder months it wasn't unusual for him to sleep better during the daytime. He marked out another 'X' on the pavement where the last one had been scuffed up from passers-by and leaned back to wait for whatever coins came his way.
Across the road an old... | Tap tap tap.
The sign had a rather queer message scribbled across it. "Put a copy of this sign nearby."
Tap tap tap.
They came with sticks and scraps of cardboard and duct tape. Hundreds of them. Thousands. Millions.
Tap tap tap.
A sea of zombies, endlessly scribbling, tearing, taping, and tapping their signs... |
Loving the stories guys; You're all awesome people, and you should feel awesome. | [WP] You set up a sign that says "LEAVE WALLET HERE", as a joke. Much to your surprise, people obey the sign. You wonder what else people would be willing to do. | "But why?" I ask, clutching a freshly printed sign. In thick, black letters, it read, "Please, for your convenience, leave you wallet here."
"Company policy," my manager proudly states, his thumbs wrapped around his suspenders as he puffs out his chest.
"But how will the customers pay?" I stop caring about the why ... | Tap tap tap.
The sign had a rather queer message scribbled across it. "Put a copy of this sign nearby."
Tap tap tap.
They came with sticks and scraps of cardboard and duct tape. Hundreds of them. Thousands. Millions.
Tap tap tap.
A sea of zombies, endlessly scribbling, tearing, taping, and tapping their signs... |
Loving the stories guys; You're all awesome people, and you should feel awesome. | [WP] You set up a sign that says "LEAVE WALLET HERE", as a joke. Much to your surprise, people obey the sign. You wonder what else people would be willing to do. | **The day we all followed directions**
It started with a simple sign, a prank that just appeared.
A cardboard post that told the world to leave their money here.
Now you might imagine my delight when I returned to find
a pile of money, leatherbound, in stacks they'd left behind.
My interest piqued, I left a sec... | I chuckled when I saw the pile of wallets. But that giddy feeling quickly turned into curiosity. The sign was so simple, the premise so transparent, but it had worked. Even though it was just a small pile of wallets in the box underneath the sign, the plan had proven itself effective and the pile was growing by the ... |
Loving the stories guys; You're all awesome people, and you should feel awesome. | [WP] You set up a sign that says "LEAVE WALLET HERE", as a joke. Much to your surprise, people obey the sign. You wonder what else people would be willing to do. | For as long as I can remember, I've spent my Saturdays collecting money for charity. I have a small whiteboard, a marker pen, and a little red bucket for people to put their money in. I'll write clever little things on the board, such as "If you can read this sign, please give money to those who can't," and at the end ... | I chuckled when I saw the pile of wallets. But that giddy feeling quickly turned into curiosity. The sign was so simple, the premise so transparent, but it had worked. Even though it was just a small pile of wallets in the box underneath the sign, the plan had proven itself effective and the pile was growing by the ... |
Loving the stories guys; You're all awesome people, and you should feel awesome. | [WP] You set up a sign that says "LEAVE WALLET HERE", as a joke. Much to your surprise, people obey the sign. You wonder what else people would be willing to do. | "But why?" I ask, clutching a freshly printed sign. In thick, black letters, it read, "Please, for your convenience, leave you wallet here."
"Company policy," my manager proudly states, his thumbs wrapped around his suspenders as he puffs out his chest.
"But how will the customers pay?" I stop caring about the why ... | Ellison woke up around midday. He'd had a bad night and during the colder months it wasn't unusual for him to sleep better during the daytime. He marked out another 'X' on the pavement where the last one had been scuffed up from passers-by and leaned back to wait for whatever coins came his way.
Across the road an old... |
Loving the stories guys; You're all awesome people, and you should feel awesome. | [WP] You set up a sign that says "LEAVE WALLET HERE", as a joke. Much to your surprise, people obey the sign. You wonder what else people would be willing to do. | First I started simple. I put up a simple sign telling people to leave their coats at the door. Lo' and behold, fifteen coats were hanging from an impromptu rack made from a pipe immediately inside the door.
Then I decided to see how far I could push it. I made a sign that said, "Please remove shoes and shirts before ... | This was supposed to have been a joke, but now I was here, driving around the city and giving people their wallets back. I had never realised how much people had become accustomed to obeying orders, as a sociological study, I would repeat things like this, though with less of a fallout.
The next sign I set up a week l... |
Loving the stories guys; You're all awesome people, and you should feel awesome. | [WP] You set up a sign that says "LEAVE WALLET HERE", as a joke. Much to your surprise, people obey the sign. You wonder what else people would be willing to do. | "But why?" I ask, clutching a freshly printed sign. In thick, black letters, it read, "Please, for your convenience, leave you wallet here."
"Company policy," my manager proudly states, his thumbs wrapped around his suspenders as he puffs out his chest.
"But how will the customers pay?" I stop caring about the why ... | This was supposed to have been a joke, but now I was here, driving around the city and giving people their wallets back. I had never realised how much people had become accustomed to obeying orders, as a sociological study, I would repeat things like this, though with less of a fallout.
The next sign I set up a week l... |
Loving the stories guys; You're all awesome people, and you should feel awesome. | [WP] You set up a sign that says "LEAVE WALLET HERE", as a joke. Much to your surprise, people obey the sign. You wonder what else people would be willing to do. | "But why?" I ask, clutching a freshly printed sign. In thick, black letters, it read, "Please, for your convenience, leave you wallet here."
"Company policy," my manager proudly states, his thumbs wrapped around his suspenders as he puffs out his chest.
"But how will the customers pay?" I stop caring about the why ... | First I started simple. I put up a simple sign telling people to leave their coats at the door. Lo' and behold, fifteen coats were hanging from an impromptu rack made from a pipe immediately inside the door.
Then I decided to see how far I could push it. I made a sign that said, "Please remove shoes and shirts before ... |
Loving the stories guys; You're all awesome people, and you should feel awesome. | [WP] You set up a sign that says "LEAVE WALLET HERE", as a joke. Much to your surprise, people obey the sign. You wonder what else people would be willing to do. | "But why?" I ask, clutching a freshly printed sign. In thick, black letters, it read, "Please, for your convenience, leave you wallet here."
"Company policy," my manager proudly states, his thumbs wrapped around his suspenders as he puffs out his chest.
"But how will the customers pay?" I stop caring about the why ... | **Leave Wallet Here.**
72 wallets piled in a small pyramid after a few hours. A few hundred in cash, and more than enough credit cards to set myself up. I waited a couple weeks, of course. A few cards had been cancelled, some reported stolen, but there were just enough to pull cash advances out of. In a little less ta... |
Loving the stories guys; You're all awesome people, and you should feel awesome. | [WP] You set up a sign that says "LEAVE WALLET HERE", as a joke. Much to your surprise, people obey the sign. You wonder what else people would be willing to do. | “Have you ever wondered if the Nazi’s were any worse than you and me? If we were told to commit a genocide, would we say no?”
That’s the question my professor had posed and the reason I was standing outside the Cinema 8 movie theatre sweating through my tuxedo. Introduction to Psychology was a joke of a class, touting... | I didn't expect people to actually leave their wallets there. I just wrote the sign and went to sleep on the sidewalk. By the time I woke up, there was an overflowing amount of wallets from random strangers. They seemed almost attracted as they would drop off their wallet and disappear. I removed the sign and almost im... |
[WP] You are one of the best strategy gamers in the world. One day God asks for your help. Turns out the universe is a massive 4X strategy game, and humans are way behind... | "Here's your communication tab, try making contact with one of the alien races around Earth." I took the tablet out of his hands and pressed on the nearest alien empire, 15 lightyears away.
When contact was made and I saw the portrait of the species, I laughed out loud.
God rested his hand on my shoulder. "I see you'... | The timer struck 25:46 when the message on the screen popped up.
'Decisive Victory!'
In under 5 minutes he had achieve the unimaginable. A world record for something that would on average take at least 40 minutes by the most experienced players. The spectators on his right were dumbfounded, some had their hands ove... | |
I love the difference to directions the writers took their characters. Great work all. | [Wp] After being grievously wounded by the hero, you are nursed back to health by a hermit who doesn't know who you are | "So, I think today is a good day to talk about what got you so good."
The old, hunched woman spoke from her rocking chair to the man lying on a cot. The pair were sitting in the woman's hut, surrounded by bottles, vials, herbs, and various weighty tomes - they adorned the walls, they sat in piles and stacks on the fl... | Two seasons passed on that lonely hill as I lay.
I was asleep for most of it, the muddled grey sleep of the dying. I drifted into morning and watched the cold rain pile off the mossy shingles and then an hour later, would wake to the hermit holding out a poor shepard's stew, what he could spare. I'd eat and again slee... |
[WP] "Wait, wait, wait…you're not actually going to eat that, are you?" | It sat before me, that vile lump of putrefied slop. In the dim light it wobbled indignantly, near translucent and slick with slime. The colour was that of nightmares; greens and blues of the most maddening hue swirled and twisted within the gelatinous confines of the mass. Uneven chunks of god knows what lay suspended ... | "What do you mean?" asked Terrance, feigning ignorance.
"You found that in the goddamn trash! You don't know where it's been!" replied Karen, her hands at her temples.
"Well, I know it's been in the trash, for one thing," Terrance said, holding back a smirk.
Karen sighed in exasperation. "What is your deal today?"... | |
[WP] "Wait, wait, wait…you're not actually going to eat that, are you?" | “Well, why wouldn't I? You did offer to give me 25 dollars if I ate a live cockroach, didn't you?”
“Well yah, but Zack I didn’t think you would actually try anything you idiot. It was a joke you dolt!”
“But if I eat it, I do get the money, don't I?”
“Well, I guess, sure.”
“If I may intervene, please.” I turned to l... | "What do you mean?" asked Terrance, feigning ignorance.
"You found that in the goddamn trash! You don't know where it's been!" replied Karen, her hands at her temples.
"Well, I know it's been in the trash, for one thing," Terrance said, holding back a smirk.
Karen sighed in exasperation. "What is your deal today?"... | |
[WP] "Wait, wait, wait…you're not actually going to eat that, are you?" | It sat before me, that vile lump of putrefied slop. In the dim light it wobbled indignantly, near translucent and slick with slime. The colour was that of nightmares; greens and blues of the most maddening hue swirled and twisted within the gelatinous confines of the mass. Uneven chunks of god knows what lay suspended ... | "Wait, wait, wait... you're not actually going to eat that, are you?"
"Dude, it's the five second rule and with those Winchesters running around, food is hard to come by quietly."
We had this conversation at least once a week. Living as a werewolf in this world was a difficult thing. A difficult thing made even worse... | |
[WP] "Wait, wait, wait…you're not actually going to eat that, are you?" | “Well, why wouldn't I? You did offer to give me 25 dollars if I ate a live cockroach, didn't you?”
“Well yah, but Zack I didn’t think you would actually try anything you idiot. It was a joke you dolt!”
“But if I eat it, I do get the money, don't I?”
“Well, I guess, sure.”
“If I may intervene, please.” I turned to l... | "Wait, wait, wait... you're not actually going to eat that, are you?"
"Dude, it's the five second rule and with those Winchesters running around, food is hard to come by quietly."
We had this conversation at least once a week. Living as a werewolf in this world was a difficult thing. A difficult thing made even worse... | |
[WP] A man wakes up in heaven, but assured that he shouldn't be there, he tries to convince God that he made the wrong decision | "Umm... there's been a mistake."
"A mistake?" God asked.
"Yes!" the man said.
"How so?" God asked, seeming genuinely confused.
"I. Fucking. Hate you." replied the man. The way he punctuated each word left little room for to doubt that he meant it.
"Your Book, killed millions of people. Hurt, subjugated and enslaved m... | My son, think back to when you were 17. You went to a camp with some of your friends. You didn't realize it but the camp was run by my followers.
They told you about me. They told you about the one I sent. They told you about my commandments and the fact that you'd broken every one.
Think back. Back to the moment w... | |
[WP] In a world where holding your breath in tunnels actually grants wishes - the longer the tunnel, the better the wish granted. People die trying, but you somehow manage to hold your breath through the Lærdal Tunnel (15.23mi, 24.51km). | *Inhale*
I'm rich. Old money, most certainly didn't have to fight for my keep.
When I was eight I asked my father why I had more than the other kids did? Why did he himself have more than the other Dads? No other kids got into classroom debates about who's Dad is stronger, or faster, or better. Mine was. My family ca... | As I exited the tunnel, I felt...I felt...
It actually wasn't that bad, really. The trick was to already be going 100+ m.p.h. when you hit the tunnel. It also helped to have your car jacked up with nitro boosts, so once you start to pass out, hit those babies and *vrooooom.*
So what was my wish?
"I wish..." *To be a... | |
[WP] In a world where holding your breath in tunnels actually grants wishes - the longer the tunnel, the better the wish granted. People die trying, but you somehow manage to hold your breath through the Lærdal Tunnel (15.23mi, 24.51km). | Don't tell anybody I told you this.
The Lærdal genie seemed genuinely irate to see me. I think he keeps some sort of competition with himself, testing how many times he can beat humans at the silly game we've played together since the beginning of tunnels themselves. Or perhaps since the beginning of time, since peopl... | As I exited the tunnel, I felt...I felt...
It actually wasn't that bad, really. The trick was to already be going 100+ m.p.h. when you hit the tunnel. It also helped to have your car jacked up with nitro boosts, so once you start to pass out, hit those babies and *vrooooom.*
So what was my wish?
"I wish..." *To be a... | |
(this is my first prompt, so sorry if it is not very good)
What sort of things would happen when a necromancer decides to use their powers to cheat on their history homework? | [WP] You, an amateur necromancer, use your powers to cheat on your history assignments. | I had a problem.
My teachers had gotten used to me being completely absent from class on Tuesdays and Wednesdays and, for the most part, they accommodated me. I would get extensions on certain assignments and get to take tests on different days. This year, however, there was one particular teacher who didn't agree wi... | "What have you got left to do?" Copernius was getting impatient, though that was entirely his own fault. I'd told him I would be scrawling away for *hours* trying to complete the various tasks set to me over the week. Still, I repeated that I wouldn't be able to go to his party, as fun as a party with Vampiresses sound... |
[WP]To Humans, sugar is safe to consume but to Aliens it's something akin to psychidelic drugs | Year: 2538
Planet: SS78-6
Q-ulgarda, was a human named by an Alstogin species, the Alstroditten to be exact. The Alstogin were a collection of similar alien species that remained unknowingly invisible to the human species until they had met during one of mans first deep space travels, due to the Alstogin's lack of kno... | July 22nd, 1944
We all knew that the government was hiding stuff from us but this, this was just not what was expected. It wasn't an average day by any means, I mean it rarely is in the military but when I was told I was being stationed at the famous area 51, well that was news. What I didn't know was that that was th... | |
[WP]To Humans, sugar is safe to consume but to Aliens it's something akin to psychidelic drugs | Notice: Any grammar or spelling errors are intentional and used for comedic effect.
"Hey, Derek!" I called.
"Yeah?" Derek responded from the couch.
I held up a box from the bakery. "You want some brownies?"
Derek stared at me, puzzled. "Brownies?"
I raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, brow--ya know what, just try 'em."
I c... | July 22nd, 1944
We all knew that the government was hiding stuff from us but this, this was just not what was expected. It wasn't an average day by any means, I mean it rarely is in the military but when I was told I was being stationed at the famous area 51, well that was news. What I didn't know was that that was th... | |
[WP]To Humans, sugar is safe to consume but to Aliens it's something akin to psychidelic drugs | Notice: Any grammar or spelling errors are intentional and used for comedic effect.
"Hey, Derek!" I called.
"Yeah?" Derek responded from the couch.
I held up a box from the bakery. "You want some brownies?"
Derek stared at me, puzzled. "Brownies?"
I raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, brow--ya know what, just try 'em."
I c... | Year: 2538
Planet: SS78-6
Q-ulgarda, was a human named by an Alstogin species, the Alstroditten to be exact. The Alstogin were a collection of similar alien species that remained unknowingly invisible to the human species until they had met during one of mans first deep space travels, due to the Alstogin's lack of kno... | |
[WP] As you scroll through your phone you see the contact "GOD". You decide to call it out of curiosity. | "Hello?"
"Yeah, who the fuck is this?"
"This is God. Who the fuck are you?"
"Bullshit. Tell me who the fuck you are?"
"I asked you first."
"I asked you second." | [I misread "call" as "text," but I haven't bothered changing this so bare with me.]
While perusing through my contacts in the midnight, I was having a great deal of trouble in finding who to text up next.
Would the person I was seeking be Melissa? Evidently not. She had work at sunrise and it was far too late. Jenn... | |
[WP] As you scroll through your phone you see the contact "GOD". You decide to call it out of curiosity. | Who the Hell's done this? *GOD*? Gotta check out the number. Pfft. No number? The heck? I bet Darren did this the twat. Thinks he's so clever. Right well, fine. He wants to play? Okay, that's fine by me. Yeah, I'll call it and tell him not to mess with my phone even if he thinks he's better at this technological shit. ... | [I misread "call" as "text," but I haven't bothered changing this so bare with me.]
While perusing through my contacts in the midnight, I was having a great deal of trouble in finding who to text up next.
Would the person I was seeking be Melissa? Evidently not. She had work at sunrise and it was far too late. Jenn... | |
[WP] As you scroll through your phone you see the contact "GOD". You decide to call it out of curiosity. | The phone rings and I hear an answer on the other end. "Hello?"
"Hello?" I say. "Who is this?"
"Who is this? You called me."
"It just says, 'GOD' in my contacts."
"This is He."
"Okay, how do I know you?"
"What do you mean how do you know me? I'm God. Who is this?"
"Wouldn't you know? You know, if you're God?"
... | God. I can't every remember putting that into my phone. Literally a contact titled God with a number that has the area code for Leeds. Who would have thought God was based in Leeds. Not me.
My finger hovers over the call button. I want to press it and hear the voice of Morgan Freeman. I've watched the films so i know... | |
[WP] You're a scientist who unlocks the secret of consciousness in the brain and discover we are all able to have HUDs and quest helpers in our frame of vision but they are turned off by default. You turn yours on. | "So... how do you feel?" Harry's voice at least let me know that I could still hear. The procedure had sent me a little dizzy and I hadn't been brave enough to open my eyes yet. *Something* was different but it was as though someone was shining a bright light into my eyes and I couldn't open them.
*What is going on?*
... | It was all or nothing. My brain racked with the possible consequences of allowing an alien substance inside the very organ which I and many others believed made our likes and dislikes, love and hate, passion and indifferences. But if this could work, my intuitions and judgment could potentially increase tenfold and for... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | What happens to the doctors when there is no more disease? Is humanity better off? Yes, for two reasons. The first is that there are no more diseases. The second is that there are no more doctors.
The doctors on the other hand are not doing so well for themselves. They're out of a job. They've got kids depending on the... | #The Gluttonous Arm of Death#
__________________________________________________
As the winds blow cold and the world goes dark,
A race nearly dies and it's history ,nature forgot.
The only living memory scrambling in a park.
The horseman climbs down from his trot.
-
His brethren ravaged the land in full,
For, A... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | "It's been a relaxing few days."
Death thought to itself. He was absolutely overloaded with work a few years ago, but now? Now work has been the slowest its been since the very early days, when humanity was starting up and God hadn't grown bored of them yet.
Boredom. Now that is a word that used to have no meaning to... | #The Gluttonous Arm of Death#
__________________________________________________
As the winds blow cold and the world goes dark,
A race nearly dies and it's history ,nature forgot.
The only living memory scrambling in a park.
The horseman climbs down from his trot.
-
His brethren ravaged the land in full,
For, A... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | The office was hell today. A bead of sweat dripped off his chin onto the keyboard below. The man was caressing his damp head with a crazed look in his eyes, transfixed to the computer screen in front of him.
The air-con had died a long time ago, along with it's reassuring whisper. The cool air had dispersed when heat... | #The Gluttonous Arm of Death#
__________________________________________________
As the winds blow cold and the world goes dark,
A race nearly dies and it's history ,nature forgot.
The only living memory scrambling in a park.
The horseman climbs down from his trot.
-
His brethren ravaged the land in full,
For, A... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | The northern European landscape we now crossed was unrecognizable. It surrounded us with its monotone light-brown color of earth mixed with dust and ash. Occasionally this view would be enriched by the presence of pine trees, looking raw and strong like survivors. The pine trees had fought as was evident from the stanc... | #The Gluttonous Arm of Death#
__________________________________________________
As the winds blow cold and the world goes dark,
A race nearly dies and it's history ,nature forgot.
The only living memory scrambling in a park.
The horseman climbs down from his trot.
-
His brethren ravaged the land in full,
For, A... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | Death grabbed some stones and carried them over to the building site. This was were a new community was being built. One of the last communities. After all, the apocalypse had just happened. A deadly virus had wiped out all of humanity except for about 5,000 people. The survivors were those who had waited inside a bunk... | #The Gluttonous Arm of Death#
__________________________________________________
As the winds blow cold and the world goes dark,
A race nearly dies and it's history ,nature forgot.
The only living memory scrambling in a park.
The horseman climbs down from his trot.
-
His brethren ravaged the land in full,
For, A... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | *With apologies to Terry Pratchett*
Christina wiped crimson juice from her mouth and cheeks, spreading it across the back of her hand in a long, pale stain. This was wrong, she knew, but a girl had to eat something. Even one less mouth to feed by the time she got her foraged bounty back to the others could make all th... | #The Gluttonous Arm of Death#
__________________________________________________
As the winds blow cold and the world goes dark,
A race nearly dies and it's history ,nature forgot.
The only living memory scrambling in a park.
The horseman climbs down from his trot.
-
His brethren ravaged the land in full,
For, A... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | Every time a human dies, time stands still. It stays still for me until I locate the newly freed soul, and give it passage to it's afterlife. Some to Valhalla, some to Olympus, others to Heaven, for some reason many of these modern humans choose to go to hell, because they think they belong there. No matter what it tak... | #The Gluttonous Arm of Death#
__________________________________________________
As the winds blow cold and the world goes dark,
A race nearly dies and it's history ,nature forgot.
The only living memory scrambling in a park.
The horseman climbs down from his trot.
-
His brethren ravaged the land in full,
For, A... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | The dark and heavy clouds raged in the distance with the setting sun. She slowly rocked in her rocking chair, the one her eldest son had made for her many birthdays ago, listening to the sounds of her hearth and the approaching storm. Her left leg ached as it always did before a big storm, the same leg she had broken... | #The Gluttonous Arm of Death#
__________________________________________________
As the winds blow cold and the world goes dark,
A race nearly dies and it's history ,nature forgot.
The only living memory scrambling in a park.
The horseman climbs down from his trot.
-
His brethren ravaged the land in full,
For, A... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | "Shit, shit, shit ..." A dark hooded figure walked through the wasteland. "Fuck, fuck, fuck ... this was not scheduled. This is bad... " The figure stops and taps its chest and arms repetitively. "I'm still here. It's not over yet. Keep your head Clarice. Somewhere out there are some idiots still alive ... and ... fuck... | #The Gluttonous Arm of Death#
__________________________________________________
As the winds blow cold and the world goes dark,
A race nearly dies and it's history ,nature forgot.
The only living memory scrambling in a park.
The horseman climbs down from his trot.
-
His brethren ravaged the land in full,
For, A... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | A chill descended over the rag-tag assembly, and neither their small, poorly-made fire nor the tattered remains of their business casual attire served to warm them. Their conversation dropped from a murmur to a hush at the sound of a cracking branch.
Jane’s eyes darted to the source of the noise. “Hey--” she nudged th... | #The Gluttonous Arm of Death#
__________________________________________________
As the winds blow cold and the world goes dark,
A race nearly dies and it's history ,nature forgot.
The only living memory scrambling in a park.
The horseman climbs down from his trot.
-
His brethren ravaged the land in full,
For, A... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | Eighty-five. There were only eighty-five left. He had appointments with 40 more in the next two days. Beyond that the appointments were spaced out over the next 60 years. For thousands of years Death had done his job shuttling the souls of the dead humans on to the afterlife. He had become quite attached to them and kn... | #The Gluttonous Arm of Death#
__________________________________________________
As the winds blow cold and the world goes dark,
A race nearly dies and it's history ,nature forgot.
The only living memory scrambling in a park.
The horseman climbs down from his trot.
-
His brethren ravaged the land in full,
For, A... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | "It's been a relaxing few days."
Death thought to itself. He was absolutely overloaded with work a few years ago, but now? Now work has been the slowest its been since the very early days, when humanity was starting up and God hadn't grown bored of them yet.
Boredom. Now that is a word that used to have no meaning to... | This wasn't going to be easy.
With just four of them left, four mortal souls fighting against their inevitable fate, Death knew that his time could be short. Worse still was the notion that he would be in this for the long haul. Even if he could protect them long enough to procreate, he'd have to also shield their off... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | The office was hell today. A bead of sweat dripped off his chin onto the keyboard below. The man was caressing his damp head with a crazed look in his eyes, transfixed to the computer screen in front of him.
The air-con had died a long time ago, along with it's reassuring whisper. The cool air had dispersed when heat... | This wasn't going to be easy.
With just four of them left, four mortal souls fighting against their inevitable fate, Death knew that his time could be short. Worse still was the notion that he would be in this for the long haul. Even if he could protect them long enough to procreate, he'd have to also shield their off... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | The northern European landscape we now crossed was unrecognizable. It surrounded us with its monotone light-brown color of earth mixed with dust and ash. Occasionally this view would be enriched by the presence of pine trees, looking raw and strong like survivors. The pine trees had fought as was evident from the stanc... | This wasn't going to be easy.
With just four of them left, four mortal souls fighting against their inevitable fate, Death knew that his time could be short. Worse still was the notion that he would be in this for the long haul. Even if he could protect them long enough to procreate, he'd have to also shield their off... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | Death grabbed some stones and carried them over to the building site. This was were a new community was being built. One of the last communities. After all, the apocalypse had just happened. A deadly virus had wiped out all of humanity except for about 5,000 people. The survivors were those who had waited inside a bunk... | This wasn't going to be easy.
With just four of them left, four mortal souls fighting against their inevitable fate, Death knew that his time could be short. Worse still was the notion that he would be in this for the long haul. Even if he could protect them long enough to procreate, he'd have to also shield their off... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | *With apologies to Terry Pratchett*
Christina wiped crimson juice from her mouth and cheeks, spreading it across the back of her hand in a long, pale stain. This was wrong, she knew, but a girl had to eat something. Even one less mouth to feed by the time she got her foraged bounty back to the others could make all th... | This wasn't going to be easy.
With just four of them left, four mortal souls fighting against their inevitable fate, Death knew that his time could be short. Worse still was the notion that he would be in this for the long haul. Even if he could protect them long enough to procreate, he'd have to also shield their off... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | Every time a human dies, time stands still. It stays still for me until I locate the newly freed soul, and give it passage to it's afterlife. Some to Valhalla, some to Olympus, others to Heaven, for some reason many of these modern humans choose to go to hell, because they think they belong there. No matter what it tak... | This wasn't going to be easy.
With just four of them left, four mortal souls fighting against their inevitable fate, Death knew that his time could be short. Worse still was the notion that he would be in this for the long haul. Even if he could protect them long enough to procreate, he'd have to also shield their off... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | The dark and heavy clouds raged in the distance with the setting sun. She slowly rocked in her rocking chair, the one her eldest son had made for her many birthdays ago, listening to the sounds of her hearth and the approaching storm. Her left leg ached as it always did before a big storm, the same leg she had broken... | This wasn't going to be easy.
With just four of them left, four mortal souls fighting against their inevitable fate, Death knew that his time could be short. Worse still was the notion that he would be in this for the long haul. Even if he could protect them long enough to procreate, he'd have to also shield their off... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | "Shit, shit, shit ..." A dark hooded figure walked through the wasteland. "Fuck, fuck, fuck ... this was not scheduled. This is bad... " The figure stops and taps its chest and arms repetitively. "I'm still here. It's not over yet. Keep your head Clarice. Somewhere out there are some idiots still alive ... and ... fuck... | This wasn't going to be easy.
With just four of them left, four mortal souls fighting against their inevitable fate, Death knew that his time could be short. Worse still was the notion that he would be in this for the long haul. Even if he could protect them long enough to procreate, he'd have to also shield their off... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | A chill descended over the rag-tag assembly, and neither their small, poorly-made fire nor the tattered remains of their business casual attire served to warm them. Their conversation dropped from a murmur to a hush at the sound of a cracking branch.
Jane’s eyes darted to the source of the noise. “Hey--” she nudged th... | This wasn't going to be easy.
With just four of them left, four mortal souls fighting against their inevitable fate, Death knew that his time could be short. Worse still was the notion that he would be in this for the long haul. Even if he could protect them long enough to procreate, he'd have to also shield their off... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | Eighty-five. There were only eighty-five left. He had appointments with 40 more in the next two days. Beyond that the appointments were spaced out over the next 60 years. For thousands of years Death had done his job shuttling the souls of the dead humans on to the afterlife. He had become quite attached to them and kn... | This wasn't going to be easy.
With just four of them left, four mortal souls fighting against their inevitable fate, Death knew that his time could be short. Worse still was the notion that he would be in this for the long haul. Even if he could protect them long enough to procreate, he'd have to also shield their off... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | "It's been a relaxing few days."
Death thought to itself. He was absolutely overloaded with work a few years ago, but now? Now work has been the slowest its been since the very early days, when humanity was starting up and God hadn't grown bored of them yet.
Boredom. Now that is a word that used to have no meaning to... | *Author's note: Part 1 of this story is posted in reply to "How does the Grim Reaper react to a Zombie Apocalypse?". After a couple of editing passes, part one is archived on a personal site, [PromptInspired](https://promptinspired.blog/2017/07/20/grim-avatar/). I did not want to post it here, in consideration of Rul... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | The office was hell today. A bead of sweat dripped off his chin onto the keyboard below. The man was caressing his damp head with a crazed look in his eyes, transfixed to the computer screen in front of him.
The air-con had died a long time ago, along with it's reassuring whisper. The cool air had dispersed when heat... | *Author's note: Part 1 of this story is posted in reply to "How does the Grim Reaper react to a Zombie Apocalypse?". After a couple of editing passes, part one is archived on a personal site, [PromptInspired](https://promptinspired.blog/2017/07/20/grim-avatar/). I did not want to post it here, in consideration of Rul... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | The northern European landscape we now crossed was unrecognizable. It surrounded us with its monotone light-brown color of earth mixed with dust and ash. Occasionally this view would be enriched by the presence of pine trees, looking raw and strong like survivors. The pine trees had fought as was evident from the stanc... | *Author's note: Part 1 of this story is posted in reply to "How does the Grim Reaper react to a Zombie Apocalypse?". After a couple of editing passes, part one is archived on a personal site, [PromptInspired](https://promptinspired.blog/2017/07/20/grim-avatar/). I did not want to post it here, in consideration of Rul... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | Death grabbed some stones and carried them over to the building site. This was were a new community was being built. One of the last communities. After all, the apocalypse had just happened. A deadly virus had wiped out all of humanity except for about 5,000 people. The survivors were those who had waited inside a bunk... | *Author's note: Part 1 of this story is posted in reply to "How does the Grim Reaper react to a Zombie Apocalypse?". After a couple of editing passes, part one is archived on a personal site, [PromptInspired](https://promptinspired.blog/2017/07/20/grim-avatar/). I did not want to post it here, in consideration of Rul... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | *With apologies to Terry Pratchett*
Christina wiped crimson juice from her mouth and cheeks, spreading it across the back of her hand in a long, pale stain. This was wrong, she knew, but a girl had to eat something. Even one less mouth to feed by the time she got her foraged bounty back to the others could make all th... | *Author's note: Part 1 of this story is posted in reply to "How does the Grim Reaper react to a Zombie Apocalypse?". After a couple of editing passes, part one is archived on a personal site, [PromptInspired](https://promptinspired.blog/2017/07/20/grim-avatar/). I did not want to post it here, in consideration of Rul... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | Every time a human dies, time stands still. It stays still for me until I locate the newly freed soul, and give it passage to it's afterlife. Some to Valhalla, some to Olympus, others to Heaven, for some reason many of these modern humans choose to go to hell, because they think they belong there. No matter what it tak... | *Author's note: Part 1 of this story is posted in reply to "How does the Grim Reaper react to a Zombie Apocalypse?". After a couple of editing passes, part one is archived on a personal site, [PromptInspired](https://promptinspired.blog/2017/07/20/grim-avatar/). I did not want to post it here, in consideration of Rul... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | The dark and heavy clouds raged in the distance with the setting sun. She slowly rocked in her rocking chair, the one her eldest son had made for her many birthdays ago, listening to the sounds of her hearth and the approaching storm. Her left leg ached as it always did before a big storm, the same leg she had broken... | *Author's note: Part 1 of this story is posted in reply to "How does the Grim Reaper react to a Zombie Apocalypse?". After a couple of editing passes, part one is archived on a personal site, [PromptInspired](https://promptinspired.blog/2017/07/20/grim-avatar/). I did not want to post it here, in consideration of Rul... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | "Shit, shit, shit ..." A dark hooded figure walked through the wasteland. "Fuck, fuck, fuck ... this was not scheduled. This is bad... " The figure stops and taps its chest and arms repetitively. "I'm still here. It's not over yet. Keep your head Clarice. Somewhere out there are some idiots still alive ... and ... fuck... | *Author's note: Part 1 of this story is posted in reply to "How does the Grim Reaper react to a Zombie Apocalypse?". After a couple of editing passes, part one is archived on a personal site, [PromptInspired](https://promptinspired.blog/2017/07/20/grim-avatar/). I did not want to post it here, in consideration of Rul... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | A chill descended over the rag-tag assembly, and neither their small, poorly-made fire nor the tattered remains of their business casual attire served to warm them. Their conversation dropped from a murmur to a hush at the sound of a cracking branch.
Jane’s eyes darted to the source of the noise. “Hey--” she nudged th... | *Author's note: Part 1 of this story is posted in reply to "How does the Grim Reaper react to a Zombie Apocalypse?". After a couple of editing passes, part one is archived on a personal site, [PromptInspired](https://promptinspired.blog/2017/07/20/grim-avatar/). I did not want to post it here, in consideration of Rul... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | Eighty-five. There were only eighty-five left. He had appointments with 40 more in the next two days. Beyond that the appointments were spaced out over the next 60 years. For thousands of years Death had done his job shuttling the souls of the dead humans on to the afterlife. He had become quite attached to them and kn... | *Author's note: Part 1 of this story is posted in reply to "How does the Grim Reaper react to a Zombie Apocalypse?". After a couple of editing passes, part one is archived on a personal site, [PromptInspired](https://promptinspired.blog/2017/07/20/grim-avatar/). I did not want to post it here, in consideration of Rul... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | "It's been a relaxing few days."
Death thought to itself. He was absolutely overloaded with work a few years ago, but now? Now work has been the slowest its been since the very early days, when humanity was starting up and God hadn't grown bored of them yet.
Boredom. Now that is a word that used to have no meaning to... | Ah shit. You know, I've always thought you lot were a bit dim, but this is a fucking joke. How could you destroy everyone except those end timers with their tunnels and shovels.
Most of them are cross-eyed, or fucking diabetic. God? Really?
Death stood surveying the scenes with a growing need for the stiffest drink ... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | The office was hell today. A bead of sweat dripped off his chin onto the keyboard below. The man was caressing his damp head with a crazed look in his eyes, transfixed to the computer screen in front of him.
The air-con had died a long time ago, along with it's reassuring whisper. The cool air had dispersed when heat... | Ah shit. You know, I've always thought you lot were a bit dim, but this is a fucking joke. How could you destroy everyone except those end timers with their tunnels and shovels.
Most of them are cross-eyed, or fucking diabetic. God? Really?
Death stood surveying the scenes with a growing need for the stiffest drink ... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | The northern European landscape we now crossed was unrecognizable. It surrounded us with its monotone light-brown color of earth mixed with dust and ash. Occasionally this view would be enriched by the presence of pine trees, looking raw and strong like survivors. The pine trees had fought as was evident from the stanc... | Ah shit. You know, I've always thought you lot were a bit dim, but this is a fucking joke. How could you destroy everyone except those end timers with their tunnels and shovels.
Most of them are cross-eyed, or fucking diabetic. God? Really?
Death stood surveying the scenes with a growing need for the stiffest drink ... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | Death grabbed some stones and carried them over to the building site. This was were a new community was being built. One of the last communities. After all, the apocalypse had just happened. A deadly virus had wiped out all of humanity except for about 5,000 people. The survivors were those who had waited inside a bunk... | Ah shit. You know, I've always thought you lot were a bit dim, but this is a fucking joke. How could you destroy everyone except those end timers with their tunnels and shovels.
Most of them are cross-eyed, or fucking diabetic. God? Really?
Death stood surveying the scenes with a growing need for the stiffest drink ... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | *With apologies to Terry Pratchett*
Christina wiped crimson juice from her mouth and cheeks, spreading it across the back of her hand in a long, pale stain. This was wrong, she knew, but a girl had to eat something. Even one less mouth to feed by the time she got her foraged bounty back to the others could make all th... | Ah shit. You know, I've always thought you lot were a bit dim, but this is a fucking joke. How could you destroy everyone except those end timers with their tunnels and shovels.
Most of them are cross-eyed, or fucking diabetic. God? Really?
Death stood surveying the scenes with a growing need for the stiffest drink ... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | Every time a human dies, time stands still. It stays still for me until I locate the newly freed soul, and give it passage to it's afterlife. Some to Valhalla, some to Olympus, others to Heaven, for some reason many of these modern humans choose to go to hell, because they think they belong there. No matter what it tak... | Ah shit. You know, I've always thought you lot were a bit dim, but this is a fucking joke. How could you destroy everyone except those end timers with their tunnels and shovels.
Most of them are cross-eyed, or fucking diabetic. God? Really?
Death stood surveying the scenes with a growing need for the stiffest drink ... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | The dark and heavy clouds raged in the distance with the setting sun. She slowly rocked in her rocking chair, the one her eldest son had made for her many birthdays ago, listening to the sounds of her hearth and the approaching storm. Her left leg ached as it always did before a big storm, the same leg she had broken... | Ah shit. You know, I've always thought you lot were a bit dim, but this is a fucking joke. How could you destroy everyone except those end timers with their tunnels and shovels.
Most of them are cross-eyed, or fucking diabetic. God? Really?
Death stood surveying the scenes with a growing need for the stiffest drink ... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | "Shit, shit, shit ..." A dark hooded figure walked through the wasteland. "Fuck, fuck, fuck ... this was not scheduled. This is bad... " The figure stops and taps its chest and arms repetitively. "I'm still here. It's not over yet. Keep your head Clarice. Somewhere out there are some idiots still alive ... and ... fuck... | Ah shit. You know, I've always thought you lot were a bit dim, but this is a fucking joke. How could you destroy everyone except those end timers with their tunnels and shovels.
Most of them are cross-eyed, or fucking diabetic. God? Really?
Death stood surveying the scenes with a growing need for the stiffest drink ... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | A chill descended over the rag-tag assembly, and neither their small, poorly-made fire nor the tattered remains of their business casual attire served to warm them. Their conversation dropped from a murmur to a hush at the sound of a cracking branch.
Jane’s eyes darted to the source of the noise. “Hey--” she nudged th... | Ah shit. You know, I've always thought you lot were a bit dim, but this is a fucking joke. How could you destroy everyone except those end timers with their tunnels and shovels.
Most of them are cross-eyed, or fucking diabetic. God? Really?
Death stood surveying the scenes with a growing need for the stiffest drink ... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | Eighty-five. There were only eighty-five left. He had appointments with 40 more in the next two days. Beyond that the appointments were spaced out over the next 60 years. For thousands of years Death had done his job shuttling the souls of the dead humans on to the afterlife. He had become quite attached to them and kn... | Ah shit. You know, I've always thought you lot were a bit dim, but this is a fucking joke. How could you destroy everyone except those end timers with their tunnels and shovels.
Most of them are cross-eyed, or fucking diabetic. God? Really?
Death stood surveying the scenes with a growing need for the stiffest drink ... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | The northern European landscape we now crossed was unrecognizable. It surrounded us with its monotone light-brown color of earth mixed with dust and ash. Occasionally this view would be enriched by the presence of pine trees, looking raw and strong like survivors. The pine trees had fought as was evident from the stanc... | You had it all. A few more steps and the stars would have been yours. Unlimited space, time and resources. And now? Now now you are a bunch of sorry apes, scavenging for crumbles in the ruins of your former glory.
I wouldn't even care. Frankly, you deserve it - do you know the number of members of your species that di... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | *With apologies to Terry Pratchett*
Christina wiped crimson juice from her mouth and cheeks, spreading it across the back of her hand in a long, pale stain. This was wrong, she knew, but a girl had to eat something. Even one less mouth to feed by the time she got her foraged bounty back to the others could make all th... | You had it all. A few more steps and the stars would have been yours. Unlimited space, time and resources. And now? Now now you are a bunch of sorry apes, scavenging for crumbles in the ruins of your former glory.
I wouldn't even care. Frankly, you deserve it - do you know the number of members of your species that di... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | The dark and heavy clouds raged in the distance with the setting sun. She slowly rocked in her rocking chair, the one her eldest son had made for her many birthdays ago, listening to the sounds of her hearth and the approaching storm. Her left leg ached as it always did before a big storm, the same leg she had broken... | You had it all. A few more steps and the stars would have been yours. Unlimited space, time and resources. And now? Now now you are a bunch of sorry apes, scavenging for crumbles in the ruins of your former glory.
I wouldn't even care. Frankly, you deserve it - do you know the number of members of your species that di... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | The northern European landscape we now crossed was unrecognizable. It surrounded us with its monotone light-brown color of earth mixed with dust and ash. Occasionally this view would be enriched by the presence of pine trees, looking raw and strong like survivors. The pine trees had fought as was evident from the stanc... | Brian moved slowly, keeping his rifle ready to fire at a moment's notice.
To think this all started with a bad burger from McDonald's. Twelve years ago Patient Zero, otherwise known as Rachel Smith, thought she was getting a value meal with extra fries.
Instead she became the first zombie the next night and turned he... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | The dark and heavy clouds raged in the distance with the setting sun. She slowly rocked in her rocking chair, the one her eldest son had made for her many birthdays ago, listening to the sounds of her hearth and the approaching storm. Her left leg ached as it always did before a big storm, the same leg she had broken... | Brian moved slowly, keeping his rifle ready to fire at a moment's notice.
To think this all started with a bad burger from McDonald's. Twelve years ago Patient Zero, otherwise known as Rachel Smith, thought she was getting a value meal with extra fries.
Instead she became the first zombie the next night and turned he... | |
[WP] After an apocalypse, Death is desperately trying to help the last group of survivors so he doesn't lose his job. | The northern European landscape we now crossed was unrecognizable. It surrounded us with its monotone light-brown color of earth mixed with dust and ash. Occasionally this view would be enriched by the presence of pine trees, looking raw and strong like survivors. The pine trees had fought as was evident from the stanc... | ## THE END OF DAYS
The pain was unbearable. Obviously. We all know that breaking a bone hurts, but breaking every bone in your body... that really hurts.
So Death was met with an unusually warm welcome when his twisted and skeletal form manifested itself in front of Kevin.
"Oh thank God you're here! Take me, please... |
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