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	[WP] Valhalla does not discriminate against the kind of battle you lost. Did you succumb to illness? Maybe you lost in a fist fight. Perhaps addiction took control of your life. After taking a drink from his flagon, Odin slams his cup down, claps and asks you to tell the tale of your demise.	From her eyes glowed the first forge, the scarlet of molten lava. She carried no visible weapons, not any that the Fallen could see anyway. But she held herself like one without care for the stares leveled at her, as if she could burn their essence away with one look...but chose not to. The Allfather blinked and frowned at the newcomer. At one glance, her hair looked like fresh tilled soil with veins of minerals and crystals shot through. But as he turned his head, it seemed to transform into vines with flowers and leaves of every kind running wild. Not one man or woman had Seen her like in millennia. As she approached the plain seat of wood, he asked her how she came to be here. The female spoke directly to his mind, using images and a voice that rumbled like the beginnings of an earthquake with an undercurrent of branches in a gale. She declared that her demise and her list of grievances were one and the same. The Allfather waved his hand, signaling for her to go on. She went on to describe the countless violations the men had incurred against her…how they allowed filth to collect and fester in her bathing pools- slaughtering her children, her helpless children. She despaired over the loss of her caretakers, the Derwydd. Many of her children were hunted into memory and the remaining made attempts to escape, retreating further from the men- the Prodigals. Then, she stripped away a layer of glamor, with a whispering like parting vines, and opened her palms. The Allfather took a step back, for in his mind, they were standing as equals, on the Bifrost. His eye widened at the sight of the gashes all along her body, as if someone or several someones had taken a hatchet to her. “Over and over, they have cut me down. Relentless in their greed, strife followed their every step. Mankind, who were once my delighted children, fascinated by all that I gave them … slowly became the poisoned ones- Prodigals.” Suddenly, she lowered her hands and closed her eyes briefly, as if telling her tale caused great pain to resurface. She let out a breath, faster than a blink, and they were back in the hall. The buzz of curious voices surrounded them. The Fallen wondered what had gone on and who she was. To them, what amounted to one human hour had passed. The Allfather bowed his head in greeting, as if he already knew who she was, and asked, “What then, shall we call you, so that we may toast in your honor?” She parted her lips and spoke to the hall, “Once, they called me Gaea….”	I was shuffling the deck as the other players were approached the table. While most were barely able to comprehend the rules, word of my successes had spread throughout Valhalla and many wanted to rise up to my challenge. They brought all sorts of the It wasn't until the cards were dealt that I noticed the Allfather approaching the table, drink in hand. "Deal me in!" He boomed, crashing into the last seat and laying some coins on the table "I wanna see how well you play." "Yes sir!" I retorted, flicking a hand to his place "Alright boys, game on!" Hours flew by as people's pots rose and fell. One by one, the others ran out and had to withdraw. Soon, it was just me and Odin, his singular eye watching my every move. "So," the Allfather said lounging in his chair and examining his hand "What great battle did you perish in?" I paused, looking up at my cards in confusion. "Pardon?" "You don't look the warrior type, so you mist have died in another heroic fashion. Tell me about it." A few moments of silence followed as I tried to formulate my memories together. "Well," I began "it actually occurred in a similar game like this." "Oh really?" His hulking frame leaned closer to the table. "Yes. Back when I was alive, I was travelling to find greener pastures. Maybe open a bar, maybe a full blown casino. I didn't know. All that mattered was finding a new place to settle. That's when I met him." "Him?" "He was a monk. Had some of the best beer on him that he made before leaving. Alright kind of person, but then we started arguing. The nature of Gods, the powers of Chance, our ability to escape Fate, on every possible topic we were at odds. And so, in order to settle things, we decided on a card game. A match with our philosophies at stake to see who's side was inevitably right. If one of us was right, then the world would have clearly shown it in the game's outcome." "An interesting wager." Odin, despite being deeply interested, was starting to win. "What happened next?" "Well, after the game was underway, out fellow settlers decided to see how it would turn out. We began by a river so water wasn't a problem. As time went on, however, the game became more and more complicated. Cards would wear so new ones were brought in, often without replacing the old. The rules became more complex, yet neither of us noticed. It felt like we were locked in a cosmic battle, pawns in a war that would decide the fate of the world. We became so engrossed, we hardly noticed the shelter built around us, let alone the chapel and tavern built beside our hut. Or the streets surrounding these buildings. Or the houses of other settlers who arrived to see the game. An entire town was built around us while we still played cards, determining the new order of the world!" "A fascinating story." Odin began to play winning hand after winning hand, draining my reserves with each passing round. "However, how did you lose?" "I didn't. And that's the problem." "What?" "By the time we were reaching the game's conclusion, I was in the lead. People's bets were slowly moving to my side and my advantage was growing more and more. Finally, when we were at that last hand, I remember seeing that divine flush, a winning hand to end it all and show that my beliefs were true! All I had to do was lay them down along with his... And my heart gave away. 'As I died, however," I continued, drawing for the final hand "I told him that this didn't mean that he won. I couldn't win because I didn't finish the game, and he couldn't win because the game can't end. My hand remained unplayed, and in my spasms several cards flew into a nearby hearth. And so, I died with our game unfinished." The room went silent. All I could do was look at my cards as my veins puled with rage. I then proceeded to push all that I had left into the center. "To my eternally good luck, one of your Valkyries apparently bet on my side, and was furious at what was probably the monk's divine intervention used to postpone the inevitable. And so, I died in a bitter battle of cards and ideologies, so I was brought to Valhalla, where you see me now." Odin was silent for a while, partially focusing on his hand, partially processing the information. "I see. Well, a fighter like you more than deserved a place at my hall!" He raided his horn in celebration before taking a long swig. "I hope you can show that friend of yours a thing or two someday." "Oh, I plan to." I cooed, seeing Odin lay down a full house "Our game is unfinished, and we must finish what I started. And this time..." I laid down my flush with a widening smile. "... I have no intention to lose."
	[WP] Valhalla does not discriminate against the kind of battle you lost. Did you succumb to illness? Maybe you lost in a fist fight. Perhaps addiction took control of your life. After taking a drink from his flagon, Odin slams his cup down, claps and asks you to tell the tale of your demise.	“With a gun in my hand and a bullet in his head!” I shouted, downing at least two cups of mead. But noooooo, that wasn’t enough. All the grizzled men had started chanting for a real story, and it wasn’t long before they were joined by everyone else. Odin silenced them all and brought me up onto a stage. “Tell is your story!” His voice boomed through the massive hall. “It’s a really bad story, you don’t want to hear it.” “Nonsense!” Odin replied loudly, having had a bit too much mead. “No, I mean a really bad story, it’ll ruin the mood of the night” “How could it possibly ruin the mood of the night?! We’re having such a great time!” This was met with cheers by the crowd. Odin was a god, so I decided to just shut up and do as I was told “If you say so... “Think of the saddest country song, and double it. My girlfriend of 5 years had just broken up with me because she wanted “a real man.” About a week later I had to euthanize my dog so he wouldn’t suffer. I sat through the whole thing so he wouldn’t feel as lonely as I felt. My self esteem was dropping too, and and I started to hate myself, a lot. “Earlier today, I had an appointment where my girlfrie- my ex was supposed to come over and talk things through. About 3 missed calls, 10 texts left on read, and 5 hours after she was supposed to be at my house, I heard a knock on my door. I went to get it, hoping it was her, but I opened it to a man wanting me to sign for a package. “I spent the rest of the day thinking about how everything was my fault. I drove her away because I wasn’t man enough. I killed my dog by not saving him. I was the one who left countless scars all over my body. I was the one who was a waste of space who could never be as good as anyone else. The world would be better off without me. “I called a friend to try to get someone to cheer me up. After they didn’t pick up, I called a few more. Eventually I gave up on talking to someone and opened the package up to the gun I ordered.” The crowd stayed silent for what seemed like an eternity. I started to apologize when Odin gave me a great big hug, “There’s nothing we can do about the past,” his voice boomed over the expanse of people, “you are among family now!” Everyone started to cheer, and for the first time in a long time, I started to smile. ———————————————————————— Sorry if it’s not the best, I don’t usually respond to writing prompts. Suicide is never a good idea, and you can talk to me about anything. Let me know if there’s anything I could do to make this better or if you have anything to say about it :)	"I didn't know it at the time, but with the medicine of the day, I had an infection in my foot, and it'd gotten bad enough that they had to amputate. The surgery would have stopped me from being able to dance, so I refused it." Odin nodded, and took another swig at his flagon. "So you died fighting an infection?" "Yeah, it eventually reached my brain. I died of gangrene." "So what heroic action did you take that caused the infection in your foot?" "Well, actually it wasn't really heroic. I just slammed the conducting staff on my foot too hard." "Conducting?" Odin raised an eyebrow. "Music. This was the 1600s in France, and we beat the time using conducting staves." I'd been dead long enough to follow the music trends and saw that unfortunate practice ended. What really sucked was that instead of people remembering all of the music I made at the French court, all they remember is that I died by hitting my foot with a pole.
	[WP] Valhalla does not discriminate against the kind of battle you lost. Did you succumb to illness? Maybe you lost in a fist fight. Perhaps addiction took control of your life. After taking a drink from his flagon, Odin slams his cup down, claps and asks you to tell the tale of your demise.	The Allfather's voice boomed across the mighty halls of Valhalla. The great hall of warriors came to a deafening silence as Odin's flagon of mead hit the incredibly crafted oak table made by the same dwarves who had bound Fenrir himself. "You there, in the strange looking tunic, tell us the tale of how you made your way to my great hall." His voice could not be ignored, nor could his request unless I wanted to risk the wrath of Odin himself. I was quiet for a moment and decided that it would not be a good idea to refuse him and I began the strange tale of how I met my untimely demise. "I was preparing for the coming winter storm before I entered this great hall. I remember the sweet smell of cedar and pine filled my nose as I was chopping wood to prepare for what looked like an incredibly bad storm. After I felt I had enough wood to last me the winter or at least this coming storm I went fishing for some salmon and trout when all the sudden I spied a great grizzly bear across the lake." The Allfather interrupted "You were killed by this great grizzly I assume?" "I was not. If you'll allow me to continue, I'll tell you how I met my fate." I said with enough ale to fill me confidence to talk like that to the chief of the gods. "The bear was not a problem, it was what was after the grizzly that brought me to my demise. The beast dwarfed the the grizzly which stood about twelve feet tall. This great beast came from the sky faster than even Sleipnir racing to your side. This thing moved faster than anything that I had ever seen. This beast crashed into the ground and when it hit I had thought that even these great walls had felt the impact. The silver wings of the beast had knocked down every tree within a thousand feet. The speed of the impact set the very forest afire and burned a good amount of my homestead. The following explosion destroyed my cabin and any livestock that was still alive. When the beast had stopped I had nothing left. I was filled with rage and grabbed a sword from the pile of rubble of my cabin and decided that I would have a warrior's death. When the beast looked at me with it's great white eyes and it's gaping maw was able swallow everyone I know whole I accepted my fate and entered without fear." Odin's eye was wide with awe as I finished my flagon of ale. The hall was quiet as Odin began to speak after I had finished my drink. "My friend I must know, what is the name of this beast that brought you here so that when Ragnarok comes we may know about this beast before and may learn how to defeat it." I look at Odin in his single eye, his incredible beard, and the raven on each of his shoulders and I say one word. "Boeing."	"I didn't know it at the time, but with the medicine of the day, I had an infection in my foot, and it'd gotten bad enough that they had to amputate. The surgery would have stopped me from being able to dance, so I refused it." Odin nodded, and took another swig at his flagon. "So you died fighting an infection?" "Yeah, it eventually reached my brain. I died of gangrene." "So what heroic action did you take that caused the infection in your foot?" "Well, actually it wasn't really heroic. I just slammed the conducting staff on my foot too hard." "Conducting?" Odin raised an eyebrow. "Music. This was the 1600s in France, and we beat the time using conducting staves." I'd been dead long enough to follow the music trends and saw that unfortunate practice ended. What really sucked was that instead of people remembering all of the music I made at the French court, all they remember is that I died by hitting my foot with a pole.
	[WP] Valhalla does not discriminate against the kind of battle you lost. Did you succumb to illness? Maybe you lost in a fist fight. Perhaps addiction took control of your life. After taking a drink from his flagon, Odin slams his cup down, claps and asks you to tell the tale of your demise.	"I don't think I am meant to be here," the man's voice was harsh and gravelled, the Allfather stood at his seat, his eyes narrowed as he looked the man up and down "Valhalla does not make mistakes in the selection of the worthy, you have fallen in the midst of a mighty battle," Odin's voice was deep and ancient, it seemed to fill the ears of all in the great hall, a collective cheer rose from the gathered hundreds, as warriors from all eras slammed their respective weapons in a slow and rhythmic beat "I didn't die in battle-" the man tried to say before the Allfather raised his never ending flagon again "Your axe is in your hand, you shall not deceive me any longer, now remove your helm and regale me with the tale of your glory so you may sit at the table of your brothers and sister," the man looked to his right hand, his axe was firmly clenched in his fist, the man stopped for a moment, he tried to remove his helmet but it was fused to his flesh, he fought the wave of claustrophobic panic that washed over him "I can't take my helmet off, it is fused to me," the rhythmic beating of weapons had stopped on a single gesture from Odin, the man took a deep breathe of fresh air before reliving his last memories "It was an apartment building, maintenance nightmare, the landlord didn't comply with any regulations, my engine was first to arrive, pretty clear there was a lot of civilians still inside a mess of hallways and stairwells. I took the breach set, my Halligan, axe and the IFEX, my team entered the building and........ it was a shitshow," the entire long hall was silent, Odin stood standing, the man shifted uncomfortably in his blackened and burnt uniform, the respirator didn't hinder his speech, his voice was harsher than gravel, the man idly reached back to the tank on his back, it was twisted and jagged, burst open, he looked back at the Allfather before continuing "Dozens of families spread over multiple floors, no smoke alarms so most were completely caught out. Half of the building crumbling around us, a single swing with axe shattered most doors or walls. After the second floor the IFEX tank was only a quarter left, the heat was beginning to catch on my lines, I could have left but I couldn't leave the team in there, I used my team to escort the families out and establish the catch net for the third floor. Eventually it was just me, I got to the third floor, I searched the entire floor, apartment by apartment, room by room, there was a woman, last apartment, in the bathroom, I still haven't figured out why people go into the bathroom in a fire. She had her two kids, they weren't crying, they were just praying, the building was falling around us, I had to breach every wall to the street side, more collapsed than I realised, I had to smash a hole big enough for them to jump. Got the kids out, the mother dropped next to me, either the smoke or the heat, I needed make the breach bigger to do a carry drop......... then I heard the elevator. Backdraft, I didn't have time, threw her out of the breach, then I remember hearing the fireball blow the elevator doors......... and now I am here," The entire hall was silent as Odin took a long drink from his flagon "So as you see I didn't fall in some epic battle, I-" the man was cut off as Odin began to clap, the rest of the hall erupted in a sea of cheers and applause "What is your chosen duty!?" The Allfathers voice roared over noise In an instant the man's burns were healed and his body rejuvenated, he pulled his helmet and respirator off to reveal a soot blackened face, short blonde hair and deep brown eyes, as he spoke his voice was not crackled or harsh, it was clear and strong "A Firefighter my lord."	"I didn't know it at the time, but with the medicine of the day, I had an infection in my foot, and it'd gotten bad enough that they had to amputate. The surgery would have stopped me from being able to dance, so I refused it." Odin nodded, and took another swig at his flagon. "So you died fighting an infection?" "Yeah, it eventually reached my brain. I died of gangrene." "So what heroic action did you take that caused the infection in your foot?" "Well, actually it wasn't really heroic. I just slammed the conducting staff on my foot too hard." "Conducting?" Odin raised an eyebrow. "Music. This was the 1600s in France, and we beat the time using conducting staves." I'd been dead long enough to follow the music trends and saw that unfortunate practice ended. What really sucked was that instead of people remembering all of the music I made at the French court, all they remember is that I died by hitting my foot with a pole.
	[WP] Valhalla does not discriminate against the kind of battle you lost. Did you succumb to illness? Maybe you lost in a fist fight. Perhaps addiction took control of your life. After taking a drink from his flagon, Odin slams his cup down, claps and asks you to tell the tale of your demise.	"I don't think I am meant to be here," the man's voice was harsh and gravelled, the Allfather stood at his seat, his eyes narrowed as he looked the man up and down "Valhalla does not make mistakes in the selection of the worthy, you have fallen in the midst of a mighty battle," Odin's voice was deep and ancient, it seemed to fill the ears of all in the great hall, a collective cheer rose from the gathered hundreds, as warriors from all eras slammed their respective weapons in a slow and rhythmic beat "I didn't die in battle-" the man tried to say before the Allfather raised his never ending flagon again "Your axe is in your hand, you shall not deceive me any longer, now remove your helm and regale me with the tale of your glory so you may sit at the table of your brothers and sister," the man looked to his right hand, his axe was firmly clenched in his fist, the man stopped for a moment, he tried to remove his helmet but it was fused to his flesh, he fought the wave of claustrophobic panic that washed over him "I can't take my helmet off, it is fused to me," the rhythmic beating of weapons had stopped on a single gesture from Odin, the man took a deep breathe of fresh air before reliving his last memories "It was an apartment building, maintenance nightmare, the landlord didn't comply with any regulations, my engine was first to arrive, pretty clear there was a lot of civilians still inside a mess of hallways and stairwells. I took the breach set, my Halligan, axe and the IFEX, my team entered the building and........ it was a shitshow," the entire long hall was silent, Odin stood standing, the man shifted uncomfortably in his blackened and burnt uniform, the respirator didn't hinder his speech, his voice was harsher than gravel, the man idly reached back to the tank on his back, it was twisted and jagged, burst open, he looked back at the Allfather before continuing "Dozens of families spread over multiple floors, no smoke alarms so most were completely caught out. Half of the building crumbling around us, a single swing with axe shattered most doors or walls. After the second floor the IFEX tank was only a quarter left, the heat was beginning to catch on my lines, I could have left but I couldn't leave the team in there, I used my team to escort the families out and establish the catch net for the third floor. Eventually it was just me, I got to the third floor, I searched the entire floor, apartment by apartment, room by room, there was a woman, last apartment, in the bathroom, I still haven't figured out why people go into the bathroom in a fire. She had her two kids, they weren't crying, they were just praying, the building was falling around us, I had to breach every wall to the street side, more collapsed than I realised, I had to smash a hole big enough for them to jump. Got the kids out, the mother dropped next to me, either the smoke or the heat, I needed make the breach bigger to do a carry drop......... then I heard the elevator. Backdraft, I didn't have time, threw her out of the breach, then I remember hearing the fireball blow the elevator doors......... and now I am here," The entire hall was silent as Odin took a long drink from his flagon "So as you see I didn't fall in some epic battle, I-" the man was cut off as Odin began to clap, the rest of the hall erupted in a sea of cheers and applause "What is your chosen duty!?" The Allfathers voice roared over noise In an instant the man's burns were healed and his body rejuvenated, he pulled his helmet and respirator off to reveal a soot blackened face, short blonde hair and deep brown eyes, as he spoke his voice was not crackled or harsh, it was clear and strong "A Firefighter my lord."	“With a gun in my hand and a bullet in his head!” I shouted, downing at least two cups of mead. But noooooo, that wasn’t enough. All the grizzled men had started chanting for a real story, and it wasn’t long before they were joined by everyone else. Odin silenced them all and brought me up onto a stage. “Tell is your story!” His voice boomed through the massive hall. “It’s a really bad story, you don’t want to hear it.” “Nonsense!” Odin replied loudly, having had a bit too much mead. “No, I mean a really bad story, it’ll ruin the mood of the night” “How could it possibly ruin the mood of the night?! We’re having such a great time!” This was met with cheers by the crowd. Odin was a god, so I decided to just shut up and do as I was told “If you say so... “Think of the saddest country song, and double it. My girlfriend of 5 years had just broken up with me because she wanted “a real man.” About a week later I had to euthanize my dog so he wouldn’t suffer. I sat through the whole thing so he wouldn’t feel as lonely as I felt. My self esteem was dropping too, and and I started to hate myself, a lot. “Earlier today, I had an appointment where my girlfrie- my ex was supposed to come over and talk things through. About 3 missed calls, 10 texts left on read, and 5 hours after she was supposed to be at my house, I heard a knock on my door. I went to get it, hoping it was her, but I opened it to a man wanting me to sign for a package. “I spent the rest of the day thinking about how everything was my fault. I drove her away because I wasn’t man enough. I killed my dog by not saving him. I was the one who left countless scars all over my body. I was the one who was a waste of space who could never be as good as anyone else. The world would be better off without me. “I called a friend to try to get someone to cheer me up. After they didn’t pick up, I called a few more. Eventually I gave up on talking to someone and opened the package up to the gun I ordered.” The crowd stayed silent for what seemed like an eternity. I started to apologize when Odin gave me a great big hug, “There’s nothing we can do about the past,” his voice boomed over the expanse of people, “you are among family now!” Everyone started to cheer, and for the first time in a long time, I started to smile. ———————————————————————— Sorry if it’s not the best, I don’t usually respond to writing prompts. Suicide is never a good idea, and you can talk to me about anything. Let me know if there’s anything I could do to make this better or if you have anything to say about it :)
	[WP] Valhalla does not discriminate against the kind of battle you lost. Did you succumb to illness? Maybe you lost in a fist fight. Perhaps addiction took control of your life. After taking a drink from his flagon, Odin slams his cup down, claps and asks you to tell the tale of your demise.	“You there!” His thundering voice conquered the various conversations scattered across the feast hall, and in a moment the great room was silent. I looked up to see his enormous finger thrust in my direction, his dark eyes staring at me. “M-me?” I managed to whisper. “Yes, you, great warrior. I’ve not seen you here before. Please, bless us all with the story of your heroic death.” He gestured for me to stand up, and Odin was not someone to ignore. I slowly rose to my feet. Around me sat a sea of people, most wearing some sort of military uniform. Most looked like the kind I’d seen in World War II movies, but there was also a large share of people decked out in metal armor. And all of their battle-weary eyes were staring at me. “I...I...” “Well, spit it out won’t you?” Odin was leaning forward now, the end his lengthy white beard resting on the table in front of him. “I was slain by a great beast.” A murmur if support came from the seated soldiers, and a gruff man with large claw marks on his face raised his drink to me. “I actually saved this beast’s life when he was a kit- I mean, when he was young. A... beast... shelter was going to put him to death, but out of my great respect for this beast, I decided to take him in and...train him.” Odin nodded with sincere approval. “You’re a good man. What sort of beast was this?” “It was...uh...it’s in the feline family. Sharp claws, sharp teeth, stalks its prey from the shadows. Like a lion.” “So you were slain by a lion? “ “No, no. An animal...like a lion. But he knew that he could never defeat me in a fight, I’m too strong and mighty even for a beast like him.” “To strength, and might!” Odin, along with the rest of the crowd, cheered and downed their drinks. I was nailing this. “Continue, my good man; how did this beast get the better of you?” I gulped. “Well...uh... he used trickery! Since he couldn’t fight me directly, he had to kill me in a different way. So, he waited until I approached the top of my...grand...marble staircase. Just as I was about to step down, the beast darted between my legs, overcoming my legendary balance and sending me tumbling down. At the base, I broke my neck, and woke up here.” Odin began to clap, and soon the room was filled with thunderous applause. “A fantastic story! Such a shame that a brave man like you was felled by an ungrateful beast.” Conversation began to once again fill the room, and I sat back down at the table. Sitting across from me was a soldier, this one clearly an American from one of the wars in the Middle East. He looked up at me, giving me a sly grin. “Tripped over your cat, huh?” “Yup.”	"DRINK," Odin bellowed. The walls shook and the flagons rattled and a thousand bearded warriors of a thousand different wars stomped their feet against the floor and slammed their flasks and flagons against the table. I balked, unworthy of the company of such heroes. These men had scars and battles against real opponents. They had spilled blood for a cause and killed for what they believed in. What had I done? Well, much of the same, only in the safety of a video game. I guess that made us equals, if it was my character here instead of me. But I've never been good under peer pressure, so I drank. I took a massive gulp and then kept drinking, trying to drown myself in the shame. Only when the mead starting dripping down my face and onto my shirt and Odin's eyes went wide did I stop. Everybody else had stopped, too. They were all gazing at me in awe. "I was thirsty," I explained meekly. And the banquet hall erupted into cheers again and they lifted me into the air and threw me about the way that only muscular men with bulging arms can throw a little twerp like me. Odin gestured around the room and I spotted a few men more similar to me. They were off in the corners, not at the main table with the grizzled veterans of a thousand battles. They sat with their weak friends at tables that seemed reserved for the people who died by slipping on a banana peel or in a car crash or by falling down the stairs. I didn't want to be with them. I wanted to be by Odin's side, living the life I had only lived vicariously until then. "Tell us the story of your demise," Odin demanded once all had settled. The fire of the great hall crackled and popped and all else was silence as the men leaned in to hear my story. So I told them. Not from the beginning when I was chopping random trees and desperately trying to level up, but a few days later once I dared venture out. "I put on my finest armor, already dented by thousands of battles," I began. The men murmured in awe. I did not mention that the battles had been fought by somebody else who had eventually lost to this random goblin who had then dropped the armor as loot. "I picked up my trusted sword and shield and off I went." I paused for emphasis. Nobody said a word. "Soon enough, I met a dozen bandits by the side of the road. The scum made their living assaulting defenseless passengers. So I resolved to fight them." The men cheered now at my selfless deed. "I swung, killing the first man in one blow. The next one came at me from behind but I blocked him with my shield and turned and stabbed him through." And so the men fell, one by one. "By now, their friends had appeared and soon I had another dozen upon me." They really had had a fast respawn rate, especially considering that they didn't make great training. I was just too invested now so I kept on fighting. The men gasped at the cowardice of these dozens of bandits. "And still you fought?" Odin asked, as entranced as the rest of them. He refilled the flagon once I stopped to whet my throat. I nodded. "And still I fought. But soon there were too many." There were never actually more than a dozen. That was the respawn limit. But that was still too many. I had run out of trout to eat to heal myself and I was just too committed to killing them all for no particular reason. The loot wasn't great and although my experience was ticking upwards, it was a matter of time until I died. "They overran me," I said simply. "I felt my heart give out. I collapsed. And still they came." Now I was getting to the true part. I panicked as my character's health hit zero and he fell to the ground and I realized I would lose my hard-earned armor and loot. And in the panic of that moment, exacerbated by the chicken fingers and a couple burgers I had had earlier that day, I felt my own heart give out and I fell to the ground. "Did you shit yourself?" Odin asked. "Dead men sometimes shit themselves." Odd flex, Odin. But I had indeed shat myself. I think it was part of the heart attack. I had witnessed the aftermath from above, my spirit floating away to Valhalla. I nodded. "I did." The men in the hall roared in approval, stomping their feet again as they hailed me as their new hero. Odin lifted my twiggy little arm, accidentally picking me up in the process and pouring the entire flagon over my head in celebration. "All hail," he bellowed, shoving aside his right-hand man and plopping me into the empty spot beside him. ***** Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed this, please check out more stories at /r/MatiWrites. Constructive criticism and advice are always appreciated!
	[WP] You are a hero that has had trouble controlling your powers since they started. For the last several decades of your career you have had a magical amulet that allows you to engage without lethal force. Today, someone pissed you off enough to remove it. Alternatively, enough to overload it..	"Very rarely did I ever have to use even twenty percent of my strength, with this amulet on. I've been using it for thirty years now. However, now was there time I needed more and I couldn't, because of this stupid amulet." I thought to myself as I looked up in anger at my enemy, Terra. This man has the power of the Earth. Literally the son of Gaia. He was out of control this time. Killing by the dozens as he had me bound in this rock of his. I looked around, locking eyes with my family. Only they knew of the life I lived. Terra looked at the area I had my eyes on and smirked. "Look at that. More casualties." He said as he raised his hand and crushed my wife. I screamed, no, I bellowed in anger, as my two kids looked in horror as there mother was crushed. Without warning, another rock came down, killing my son. All that was left was my sweet daughter. "Don't. Please don't. Leave her be Terra! I'll do anything for you, as long as you let her live!" I screamed at him. He looked over at my direction before raising his hand once again. He smiled before bringing it down. I snapped, or more like the amulet literally shattered. All of my strength flooded into my body, spewing blood out of my nose and eyes as I've never used one hundred percent of my strength. I flexed, turning the rock around me into dust. I flicked my finger at the rock, falling on my daughter, turning it into a fine powder. Terra looked at me once more, before backing up slowly. Before he could blink, I was behind him. When he turned to face me, my hand was raised at face level, poised, ready to flick. "You've taken it too far Terra. Turn to dust..." I said quietly, before flexing my finger. The shockwave from me caused Terra to turn into a red mist, before collapsing onto the ground. My daughter ran up to me, hugging me. I softly smiled at her and told her, "Don't cry kiddo. Continue to live, and act for me. Please take my mantle." I asked her before kissing her cheek, giving her the last of my stored strength.	"Oh come on hero, is that all you have got?" The villain smirked, her serpent like tongue, licking a drop of my blood off her cheek before she tossed me to the floor. The crowd was quiet, stunned silence, their hero had been defeated. My bones ached and every fibre of my being was pleading for me to embrace the slumber and let myself fade into unconsciousness. I slowly started to agree with that part of me, my eyes flickering before beginning to close. It was peaceful, silent, at least until the screams of the crowd grew louder. My eyes startled open as if someone had just sent a spark through my nerves, as my pupils began to focus, the sight was rather gruesome but the stench was worse. People with holes in their bodies, arms pulled from the sockets. It looked as if a child had began pulling the limbs off their dolls and tossing them aside. "Serpatine!" I shouted, yet my voice wasn't able to reach very far in my current state. This... this wasn't like her, she was a petty criminal not... not this, pulling myself along I used the crumbling wall as a crutch, sliding along until I was in view of the woman. Her bloodfueled gaze focused on a family she had trapped. "Stop please!" I pleaded, holding a hand up, switching to my shoulder to maintain my composure against the wall. "Why? You going to stop me?" She mocked as she gripped the father, pulling him towards her face, letting her sharp teeth drag along his neck. I wanted to scream, say something to persuade her, but like the other ones who inherited these abilities, with time their morals began to fade, I doubted any words would save her or the man, so I tossed my amulet aside charging one final attack. My fingers began to coat themselves in a brown tint, the odd color radiating from the floor as I dug my feet into a stance. I had to be accurate... if I killed the hostage I was in trouble, yet.. I was limited in options, sparks drifted from my palms as my hands shook, finally they fired a blast of energy towards the villain, she looked at me and mouthed something before digging her teeth into the males neck, the two getting caught in the blast. When the smoke cleared I dropped to the floor, not wanting to look at whatever remained of the two. Sirens eventually came as I laid in silence, body aching as a searing heat began to burn into my palms, a common after effect of using my abilities so recklessly. A heard heavy footsteps approach me before a man spoke up. "What happened?" I went to answer before I was cut off by the two survivors. "T-that hero? He went crazy! He took off his amulet and just went crazy on us. That poor villain she... she just got caught up in it and-" the woman broke into tears as her child clung to her leg sobbing. What... what was happening. "I didn't! Ask anyone! I was protecting them." Silence.... I could hear muttering but was unable to make out the words, more silence seemed to greet me as my amulet was slid around my neck and my hands were chained, dragged towards the back of a police van. "You weren't meant to take that off.. shit another ones turning... and I thought he would be one of the good ones!" The officer said, shaking his head before slamming the van door in my face. "Wait, I swear please! Ask someone!" I sighed, laying my head on the vans wall as I felt the purring of the vehicle as it began to move, thinking back to the fight, I could feel my mouth go dry as I thought back to Serptina's last actions. She mouthed something.. but what did she-.... my skin went cold as I banged my head against the back of the van wall. Her last words were. "Im sorry"
	[WP] You are a hero that has had trouble controlling your powers since they started. For the last several decades of your career you have had a magical amulet that allows you to engage without lethal force. Today, someone pissed you off enough to remove it. Alternatively, enough to overload it..	Steel and glass shattered as one. A car sized portion of the skyscraper ruined. Shattered glass and concrete rained down onto the city below. The nearly eight and a half foot tall mountain of muscle and rage had thrown me through a building. “STARBRIGHT!” He roared. The reverb from his voice enough to shake the skyscraper slightly. Being put through a building hadn't harmed me. It hadn't even hurt. So very few things had in the past few years. Not since I'd awakened my powers. Twenty first birthday, hit by a drunk driver walking to the car. The car was scrap metal, the drunk pronounced dead on the scene. I didn't even have a scratch on me. And then I'd accidentally swatted a paramedic nearly half a mile when I tried to take a bottle of water from her. That had been what? About thirty years ago. And I hadn't aged in thirty years. I shook my head in a vain attempt to dislodge those melancholic thoughts. “Are you okay?” A young woman. Looked maybe right out of high school, although it was hard to tell these days. She looked maybe slightly younger than what I looked. I shook my head again. Maybe that blow to the head was affecting me more than I thought. My hand moved to the amulet around my neck. A gift, and a necessary one. “I'm fine.” She managed to mumble out through the shock. “Listen to me. I need you to make sure everyone is okay, and get them out of here. The stairs, not the elevators.” She just sort of dumbly nodded, no doubt still in shock. “What's your name?” “Karen...” “Okay Karen. I need you to repeat that to me. Who are you getting?” “Everyone?” “And what are you doing?” “Getting them out?” “Thats what I'm tasking you with. Can you do it?” She nodded and ran off. May have seemed like I was treating her like a child, but I'd found that shock made an idiot of even the brightest people. Bane had just jumped into the building, via the hole he'd conveniently created just moments prior. “Starbright! This shall be the end of you!” I blasted him with concentrated light, and he was blown back out that hole he'd conveniently created. I wonder why he'd taken such a fixation with me? I wasn't the only one in the League that didn't wear a mask. Not much point for me. The accident with the car was widely known, and while I'd worn a mask at first.. Well. What's the point? Everyone suspected when they'd realized I was a fourty year old man that looked like a college student. The pains of immortality I guess? Perhaps it was just coincidence? Bane was a known Hero Killer. General Havoc, Killer Queen, Stain, Karamazov. All dead. I mean, he'd stuck up a bank as bait to get someone here. Didn't explain why this was the third encounter in so many months. I leapt from the damaged skyscraper, using my powers to slow my descent. Hitting the ground with no more force than if I had stepped onto the sidewalk from the front door. I could have just landed at full speed, but too many heroes had been clocked in the face because they leapt out a building at full speed without looking first. “Come on Bane. You know you can't defeat me.” Yeah. A hero Killer can't really kill the immortal guy without weaknesses. Well. Exploitable ones anyway. “No! Starbright! I shall see a world without heroes! And your head lay on the chopping this time!” He wasn't exactly yelling, but when you were a slab of eight foot tall meat your voice carried whether you wanted it to or not. Bane exploded through a nearby building, somehow not the one I'd apparently knocked him into. Oh. He had me pinned. Knee against my stomach, one hand on collar of the silver armored trench coat I wore as part of my hero garb. “Bane. You know you can't kill me!” There was a large meaty finger in my face. “Ah. But Starbright. That is where you are wrong. I have watched each of my prey. Gained a respect for their powers, their abilities.” I could have easily thrown him off. Blasted him. Headbutted him. Teleported away. Few would believe it, but I was by far the strongest in the League. But I couldn't control it very well. Believe me, I had tried so very much. But each time I got better at controlling my power, it got stronger in an equal measure. Meaning my control over that power stayed effectively the same. So let's just hear him out. Villains like to monologue right? Maybe he'd give away something important. “But I also understood their weaknesses!” Was being too powerful a weakness he could exploit? “So I know the secret! THE SOURCE OF YOUR POWER!” A massive hand wrapped around the amulet. “NO!” I tried to throw him off, but it was too late. Pain wracked my body. Being immortal and all, my own power wouldn't kill me. “And now that you are weak, the Bane of Heroes shall remove another pest.” “Limiter... that was... RUN!” There was a brief look of confusion on Bane's face. Likely at my own behavior. He moved in for the kill. An Adamantium blade forged in the cold fires of another plane, I wasn't super familiar with its origin. I did know that it was a spectacular weapon for killing. I moved to defend myself, and watched as the blade and his arm up to the elbow just... disappeared. Teleport. TELEPORT! The power inside of me boiled to the surface. Bane, the bane of all heroes could only watch futilely in his last few moments as I teleported away. And the backlash at full power reduced him, and from what I was told later, the majority of the block to atoms. Floating in space gave me the time I needed to collect myself. There was a mental ping. Dr Diabalous was contacting me telepathically. “Starbright? Are you injured?” “No. The amulet was taken.” I could physically feel her wince at the weight of my mental voice. “Shouldn't that weaken you?” “Huh?” “That was the source of your power, wasn't it? Some amulet containing the power of a lost god or something?” “No!” I could feel the nose bleed she was having at the moment from the backlash from me shouting. “No.” I calmed myself. Focusing as hard as I could on not blowing her brains out her ears through sheer power. “No. That was not the source of my power. I don't know where it came from, but that amulet acts as a limiter. Bane destroyed it. You are going to need to contact Lucky Seven. She fashioned the first one, she can make another. I'll just float her at the L2 point until she manages. I'll certainly pay for it.” I could again feel the weariness the good Doctor was experiencing. Even at my best too much power was going into this contact. “Understood.” She sent back, leaving me alone amongst the stars. I guess that just leaves me alone in space until Lucky Seven manages. I reached into my pocket dimension, pulling out a few items. A DS, and one of those portable solar powered battery banks. Those things may be meant for camping, but they work so much better in space. Guess Imma play Fire Emblem for a week.	"Oh come on hero, is that all you have got?" The villain smirked, her serpent like tongue, licking a drop of my blood off her cheek before she tossed me to the floor. The crowd was quiet, stunned silence, their hero had been defeated. My bones ached and every fibre of my being was pleading for me to embrace the slumber and let myself fade into unconsciousness. I slowly started to agree with that part of me, my eyes flickering before beginning to close. It was peaceful, silent, at least until the screams of the crowd grew louder. My eyes startled open as if someone had just sent a spark through my nerves, as my pupils began to focus, the sight was rather gruesome but the stench was worse. People with holes in their bodies, arms pulled from the sockets. It looked as if a child had began pulling the limbs off their dolls and tossing them aside. "Serpatine!" I shouted, yet my voice wasn't able to reach very far in my current state. This... this wasn't like her, she was a petty criminal not... not this, pulling myself along I used the crumbling wall as a crutch, sliding along until I was in view of the woman. Her bloodfueled gaze focused on a family she had trapped. "Stop please!" I pleaded, holding a hand up, switching to my shoulder to maintain my composure against the wall. "Why? You going to stop me?" She mocked as she gripped the father, pulling him towards her face, letting her sharp teeth drag along his neck. I wanted to scream, say something to persuade her, but like the other ones who inherited these abilities, with time their morals began to fade, I doubted any words would save her or the man, so I tossed my amulet aside charging one final attack. My fingers began to coat themselves in a brown tint, the odd color radiating from the floor as I dug my feet into a stance. I had to be accurate... if I killed the hostage I was in trouble, yet.. I was limited in options, sparks drifted from my palms as my hands shook, finally they fired a blast of energy towards the villain, she looked at me and mouthed something before digging her teeth into the males neck, the two getting caught in the blast. When the smoke cleared I dropped to the floor, not wanting to look at whatever remained of the two. Sirens eventually came as I laid in silence, body aching as a searing heat began to burn into my palms, a common after effect of using my abilities so recklessly. A heard heavy footsteps approach me before a man spoke up. "What happened?" I went to answer before I was cut off by the two survivors. "T-that hero? He went crazy! He took off his amulet and just went crazy on us. That poor villain she... she just got caught up in it and-" the woman broke into tears as her child clung to her leg sobbing. What... what was happening. "I didn't! Ask anyone! I was protecting them." Silence.... I could hear muttering but was unable to make out the words, more silence seemed to greet me as my amulet was slid around my neck and my hands were chained, dragged towards the back of a police van. "You weren't meant to take that off.. shit another ones turning... and I thought he would be one of the good ones!" The officer said, shaking his head before slamming the van door in my face. "Wait, I swear please! Ask someone!" I sighed, laying my head on the vans wall as I felt the purring of the vehicle as it began to move, thinking back to the fight, I could feel my mouth go dry as I thought back to Serptina's last actions. She mouthed something.. but what did she-.... my skin went cold as I banged my head against the back of the van wall. Her last words were. "Im sorry"
	[WP] You are a hero that has had trouble controlling your powers since they started. For the last several decades of your career you have had a magical amulet that allows you to engage without lethal force. Today, someone pissed you off enough to remove it. Alternatively, enough to overload it..	"do you understand now, Graviton? You're weak, a hypocrite even. What happened to the whole 'I'll never back down to you' speech from earlier?" The man wore a seemingly normal trenchcoat and hiking boots that were pressed firmly against the chest of the man he was speaking to. This was just one more instance of conflict between Graviton and Expanse. Over the last month they had clashed, both physically and emotionally. Graviton generated a force behind Expanse to pull him off. Standing up from the rubble that used to be a building, Graviton spat out the blood in his mouth. No longer was he wearing his old costume, the fights had been too much for it. The only thing that remained was an amulet under his rather torn shirt. The amulet had the look of a spinning Galaxy. It was the one thing that kept his abilities in check at all times. "Do you know what the worst part of all of this is?" Graviton reached under his collar to grab the chain of the amulet. Slowly pulling it up and out. "Your failure to save so many people? Your inability to prove that we can't rule these people? The fact that I can in fact tell them how to live, and get away with it?" Expanse picked up a rock. With a slight glow around him, the rock shot towards Graviton. As it closed in Graviton once again caused a force to pull it, but this time his amulet was off. Instead of redirecting, the rock halted, and began to crack and shrink. Graviton watched the look of surprise on Expanse change to one of realization as he lost control of his pushing force. "No. The worst part is that you never paid attention. I specifically said you can't go doing those things," Graviton dropped the amulet, and with it a wave burst from him that dropped the very ground by a couple inches, and forced Expanse to the ground. "And yet you just kept on with it all." Graviton stepped forward, clearly unaffected by his own power. He let it ease once he was standing by Expanse. He saw the glow that signalled Expanse using his power. He even felt the force hit him. But only the dust left on him was pushed away. With a sigh, Graviton caused two points of gravity to occur, one for each kneecap. "I wasn't saying we couldn't. I was trying to tell you that this is how I chose for the world to be. I don't want to be involved with the average power struggles, because I'm an absolute solution. But you see," Graviton leaned down, ignoring the screams of Expanse. "I'm really bad at micromanaging." He started a point of gravity 50 times greater than Earth's inside Expanses lungs before picking up his amulet again.	"Oh come on hero, is that all you have got?" The villain smirked, her serpent like tongue, licking a drop of my blood off her cheek before she tossed me to the floor. The crowd was quiet, stunned silence, their hero had been defeated. My bones ached and every fibre of my being was pleading for me to embrace the slumber and let myself fade into unconsciousness. I slowly started to agree with that part of me, my eyes flickering before beginning to close. It was peaceful, silent, at least until the screams of the crowd grew louder. My eyes startled open as if someone had just sent a spark through my nerves, as my pupils began to focus, the sight was rather gruesome but the stench was worse. People with holes in their bodies, arms pulled from the sockets. It looked as if a child had began pulling the limbs off their dolls and tossing them aside. "Serpatine!" I shouted, yet my voice wasn't able to reach very far in my current state. This... this wasn't like her, she was a petty criminal not... not this, pulling myself along I used the crumbling wall as a crutch, sliding along until I was in view of the woman. Her bloodfueled gaze focused on a family she had trapped. "Stop please!" I pleaded, holding a hand up, switching to my shoulder to maintain my composure against the wall. "Why? You going to stop me?" She mocked as she gripped the father, pulling him towards her face, letting her sharp teeth drag along his neck. I wanted to scream, say something to persuade her, but like the other ones who inherited these abilities, with time their morals began to fade, I doubted any words would save her or the man, so I tossed my amulet aside charging one final attack. My fingers began to coat themselves in a brown tint, the odd color radiating from the floor as I dug my feet into a stance. I had to be accurate... if I killed the hostage I was in trouble, yet.. I was limited in options, sparks drifted from my palms as my hands shook, finally they fired a blast of energy towards the villain, she looked at me and mouthed something before digging her teeth into the males neck, the two getting caught in the blast. When the smoke cleared I dropped to the floor, not wanting to look at whatever remained of the two. Sirens eventually came as I laid in silence, body aching as a searing heat began to burn into my palms, a common after effect of using my abilities so recklessly. A heard heavy footsteps approach me before a man spoke up. "What happened?" I went to answer before I was cut off by the two survivors. "T-that hero? He went crazy! He took off his amulet and just went crazy on us. That poor villain she... she just got caught up in it and-" the woman broke into tears as her child clung to her leg sobbing. What... what was happening. "I didn't! Ask anyone! I was protecting them." Silence.... I could hear muttering but was unable to make out the words, more silence seemed to greet me as my amulet was slid around my neck and my hands were chained, dragged towards the back of a police van. "You weren't meant to take that off.. shit another ones turning... and I thought he would be one of the good ones!" The officer said, shaking his head before slamming the van door in my face. "Wait, I swear please! Ask someone!" I sighed, laying my head on the vans wall as I felt the purring of the vehicle as it began to move, thinking back to the fight, I could feel my mouth go dry as I thought back to Serptina's last actions. She mouthed something.. but what did she-.... my skin went cold as I banged my head against the back of the van wall. Her last words were. "Im sorry"
	[WP] A nearby star goes supernova, and Earth's days are numbered. Seizing the opportunity, an alien race has offered humanity a deal: Be our slaves or be left to die. As one couple struggles toward the last escaping ship, they grapple with the cost of sacrificing their freedom for their survival.	Full disclosure: this story takes place in an established universe. Cassie watched as the last Yeerk mother ship decloaked. Tears streamed from her eyes as she looked one last time at her home. "Come on, Cassie, it's time to go. We're the last ones." Marco put a gentle hand on her shoulders, his eyes serious for the first time in many years. "How can we do this, Marco?" She whispered. "What happened to free or dead? How can we let ourselves take the cowards' way out?" Marco looked into the distance. "Well, we do this because the Andalites abandoned us when they saw that they would have to absorb several billion technologically backward savages into their homeworld, and we're no longer useful to their war." He gave a harsh laugh. "Ax argued on our behalf, but you know what happened. He lived with us humans for too long. He's no longer trusted." "You know what they're going to do to us. They're going to put one of those filthy Yeerks into our heads. Take over our bodies. Turn us into Controllers." Marco looked down grimly. "Yeah. Yeah, they will. But we can't stay here. The Earth is toast.". He snorted. "It's ridiculous. For all that we've known about the existence of other alien species, no one ever bothered to set up human colonies on other planets. We were always just one meteor away from extinction as a species... And, well, the Yeerks are the only option left to us." Cassie wiped the tears from her eyes. "I guess... I guess that where there is life, there's hope. They can have our bodies, but they can't change our free will." "Atta girl, Cassie." Marco patted her back. They walked towards the ship together. As Marco handed his pack to the Hork Bajir guards, his shirt lifted. For a second, Cassie saw the handle of a shredder gun tucked into his waistband. She understood, and smiled.	“Either way, I’m not going out like this. If we stay, I’ll take my own life first.” She stared at the last ship in the distance. “I don’t think we should go.” He seemed baffled. “The Krol are known for treating their slaves with kindness. Why would you want to die?” “Of course, I don’t want to die. But you have to understand, I can’t be a slave. I can’t. Even if we’re treated well, life isn’t worth living if living it means I have to sacrifice my freedom.” Squeezing her fingers, he pleaded his case. “I hate the idea of you dying here like this. I want you to have a chance. I love you.” She squeezed back. “I know, but this is what I want.” “Well, I refuse to leave you! I’m not going to allow you to stand here and accept some horrible fate!” He began to tug her arm, attempting to pull her toward the ship. “Once we land on their planet, we’ll find a way to escape together, seek asylum on another planet...” he was growing desperate trying to reason with her. And then she said something he hadn’t considered, something so horrid to him it refused to cross even the deepest recesses of his mind. “What if we’re separated?” “No,” was his immediate, instinctual response before tears filled his eyes. “That... won’t happen...” Yet in his heart he knew the possibility was there and likely, seeing as they had different skill sets and builds. “Life without you isn’t worth living.” With a hesitant smile, she pulled two knives out of their backpack. “Together?” “Forever and always,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her lips. She took a step back a counted, “one... two... three!” He plunged the knife into his stomach with a scream, and looked up so that his last sight would be her. Except her last sight clearly wouldn’t be him. She had allowed the knife slip between her fingers and it rested on the ground beside her. “I’m sorry,” she said, but her tone was devoid of guilt, “you’re a liability.” Feeling the sting of betrayal sharper than the pain of the knife buried in his gut, he pulled it out of his body and with a howling cry lunged toward her. She backed away with a screech, but not before he left a deep gash on her arm. His last moments were spent lying on the ground, coughing up blood, unable to utter the words, “how could you?” that wracked his tortured mind. Once he was dead, she brushed dust off of her tattered jacket and slowly began to make her way towards opportunity, not sparing a glance behind her as she limped to the ship.
	[WP] Mutations do exist that give people and animals “powers”, but so far only oddities, nothing spectacular. A biology professor recently stated in a lecture that, statistically, a super-powered anomaly must exist somewhere. Afterward, a student approached him and said, “I am that anomaly”.	Let me tell you about this one fucker that always sits in the back of my classes with his hood up and a scarf on like some sort of Frosty the Snowman drug dealer. He's taken five or six at this point and I've never heard him say a word. If I didn't have access to his major from the roster, I wouldn't know why he was in my lectures to begin with. Truth be told, I still don't. I'm a professor of Genetic Science at the University of Earth, 14th Quadrant. I specialized in Bandura and that stuff in undergrad but changed later and now I teach about mutations and chemical code changes. The way it impacts DNA. All that. Super interesting right? This asshat doesn't think so. His name is Dan -- plainest fucking name for the plainest fucking student -- and he always takes the seat in the back, furthest from the windows. He never talks. He doesn't participate. Even in seminar classes with twenty or fewer students, Dan is silent. The problem is that his work is outstanding. He's the top of every class and his papers demonstrate a grasp of these concepts that I might even say rivals my own if I didn't hate him so much. I know I shouldn't hate him, but he always gets this smug smile when I start talking about some of the more recent research being done into introducing mutations intentionally into the human genome. It's too level shit, stuff I just barely grasped in my PhD program. This guys in his second year and that smug smile.... I hate him for it. Today, I decided I hate him even more than I thought. It was a normal day - BIO 457 (yeah, he's in senior courses) - and I was explaining the impacts of certain chemicals that were introduced to the oceans back in 2183. It was a big year for humanity, but a tough concept to wrap our heads around, even now. This fucker interrupted class by slamming his books shut two minutes before we were supposed to be done. Of course, everyone else got packed up. I couldn't do much but end there. It got worse when he lingered, though. I wasn't sure what to expect but I definitely didn't expect him to approach me. He said something stupid like, "Hey, I'm Dan." I nodded. He fidgeted. "I've got another class at noon," I told him, checking my watch. "Although it's good to know you can talk, and I guess I have an extra minute since you helped clear the room so fast. What can I do for you, Mr. Brown?" He grimaced and I had a moment where I remembered I was under tenure review. Fuck it. If this is the next generation of college students, I want out. Maybe that's why Samantha left me...too cynical? Unforgiving? Whatever. I had eleven minutes of my twelve, between the passing period and my involuntary buffer, and didn't have the patience just then. "You were talking about anomalies," he said quietly. His voice was fucking gross. He sounded like his tongue was stuck in his throat. "I wondered if you could talk about their survival rates or life expectancies." I cocked an eyebrow. "Chapter 11." I grabbed my bag but he put a hand out to stop me. It landed on my wrist, but he was four fucking feet away. It slithered back up his sleeve and he reached up to remove his hood. That's when I saw the brace. He had a full body cast made of plastic with an open front. Except "he" wasn't a "he." Motherfucker has zero bones and is a stretchy, rubbery goop. Like when you let a cat crawl into a vase and it fills it all up, or when you melt Silly Puddy in the sun and let it drip out of those egg things. A bubble popped inside some part of his "face." "I'm an anomaly, sir," he said. Seriously? Fucking "sir"? I hate this kid. At least I won't have to worry about tenure; Dan the slimeball anomaly wants me to be co-researcher on his thesis for grad school next year. Because he's doing a Bachelor's in two years. Did I mention I hate him?	This is my first time replying to one of these, hope it isn't that bad! Sweat began trickling down my forehead. “What if someday they discover me?”. I was anxious as I had been hiding my anomaly throughout my whole life. Nothing out of the ordinary. Conspiracists always mention the “anomaly” which is usually disregarded as there is no concrete proof that we are real... but I am. In my spacing out moment, a student from my class walked up to the professor. Who then asked, “What do you want young man?”. Shivers ran down my spine as Murphy’s eyes turned bright red. A large flame erupted from his hands as he calmly said: “I am an anomaly.” To contrary belief, the lecturer did not get scared besides jumping back, probably due to the heat coming from the fire. “Is that some illusionary type of ability?”. Murphy smirked as he knew people would doubt him. “Can I burn your apple professor?”. The questioned one looked at the student perplexed as he thought it was some kind of prank. Then he came off his daze and granted it “Sure, go ahead... I’ll throw it”. The others in the classroom begin to giggle and laugh as they thought it was all a joke. “3...2...1...” An apple flies upward. In a millisecond it gets disintegrated to atoms flying through the room now filled with dread and light smoke. I looked around as I saw all of my classmates and some of my friends scared to death. I knew one day or another this was bound to happen. I thought that I was the only one and that I would be the one to accidentally scare them. It did scare them. However, even when shocked the lecturer once again begin his interrogation “Is there any more like you?” as if he was a child receiving a new toy. Murphy pointed at me. “He is”. I immediately jumped back and sarcastically said: “I wish I was special!” came out nervously of my trembling lips. Which then was hit back with a simple “I can also activate other abilities from anomalies nearby”. My jacket was shredded as the blades on my arms screeched along with the terrified atmosphere.
	[WP] Mutations do exist that give people and animals “powers”, but so far only oddities, nothing spectacular. A biology professor recently stated in a lecture that, statistically, a super-powered anomaly must exist somewhere. Afterward, a student approached him and said, “I am that anomaly”.	“You see, it’s a numbers game. If the perfect mutation, this anomaly I described, if there is a one in million chance of happening, there are still over seven thousand super powered individuals out there. It’s like the Drake equation but applied here to earth’s population.” He let his words sink in as he took a sip of water, slowly, deliberately, for maximum effect. He had been doing this for a while and he was well versed with his pauses. He continued on. “And it’s not a very original idea either. Humans share over fifty percent of their DNA with animals. Could Dracula just have been a human with mutation that gave rise to all the vampire myths. Could a human have had wolf characteristics and hence the legend of the werewolves was born. Of course, only to be driven into the ground by twilight but that’s beside the point.” He looked at his watch. “We’re almost at the end of our class so I leave you with this. Less than 1% difference in DNA separates us from monkeys and apes. Could there be humans out there who differ from us mere humans ever so slightly. But this difference amounts to giving them abilities we only dream about. Could we have a superman or a wonder woman or a dead-pool or a magneto in our middle? I say it’s likely. And now for the part most of you will hate. I want all of you to create an equation which will give me a limit. This equation should be able to predict the number of anomalies out there with a margin of error, of course. I want you to add and account for as many variables as you can. This is mainly for fun and won’t count towards your scores but I still want everyone to take it seriously.” The class started emptying out as the bell rang. He noticed that one girl remained behind, in her seat. “Excuse me miss, the class is over.” “I know professor. I just can’t stop thinking about what you said.” “The anomaly? It’s an interesting topic for sure.” “Yes that. But also about the history. Dracula. He wasn’t a bad man really. As you said, he just had something messed up in his DNA.” “Excuse me?” “Yes professor?” “What do you mean by that statement?” “Well Dracula. He just had this blood lust. He couldn’t always control it. And when it hit, it really hit.” “I’m sorry, I still don’t get it.” “I was there you see. I worked with helsing when it got really bad. Red thirst is what we called it.” “What do you mean you worked with helsing?” “Oh, I thought it would be clear. I am one of these anomalies you talk off. I don’t age. You only teach and theorize about history. I’ve lived through it.” The professor laughed. “Ah, of course.” “I see you don’t believe me. But that’s ok.” She was standing right in front of him now. She rummaged through her purse and brought out a paper clipping. It featured a picture of a nurse and what looked like a pilot. The professor had a fondness for history and recognized the uniform. Air Force. Early to mid 1940s. But it was the nurse’s photograph that held his attention. He looked from it to her face. “This cannot be true.” “Maybe, maybe not. You just brought back memories of helsing and I was hit with that nostalgia. I haven’t really told anyone since Steve. That’s him in the picture. His plane crashed and his body was never recovered.” She shrugged and put the picture back into her purse. “Research me. I am not too hard to find.” The professor stood with his mouth agape as he watched her walk out the class. * He slumped into his chair, holding his head. She was right. She hadn’t been too hard to find. He had seen her pretty face, unchanged, peering back at him from the pages of history. * His mind was distracted. He gave up on class about five minutes in, giving them reading material and sitting on his chair at the front. His gaze couldn’t help but drift to the back rows where she sat. Every time it did, it was met with a stare right back in his direction. A curious smile plastered on her face. He was looking forward to the final bell more than his students were. When the bell rang he immediately stood up and waited impatiently for the students to exit the class. She moved slowly and gracefully down the stairs towards him, sensing his desperation. “Miss Jones. There are a few things I’d like to discuss with you.” “Just Helen.” “I’m sorry?” “You can call me Helen. I think I might have an idea of what you want to talk about. And if I am right, this place seems far too public for it.” “Ah, Yes. You’re right of course. Do you think you can come see me in my office today after hours?” “Sure. I’ll be there.” * She knocked on the door and entered before he said anything. She took a seat directly opposite to him and sat with the same enigmatic smile. “So I uh...” “You looked me up. I figured as much.” “But this is impossible.” “You’ve taught hundreds of your students different. It’s a numbers game.” “But how? How can you survive all these year and not be found?” “I am not hiding so how can I be found? I know what you mean of course. I don’t stay anywhere long. I don’t form attachments to people. I kept moving. I did volunteer to help my government and turned myself in in wartime. I was stupid and patriotic.” “You What?” “I did. It was just after Steve. I thought I could help my country. They poked and prodded and kept me locked in till I decided I didn’t want to be kept in a cage.” “You escaped.” “I did. I was in there for about four months. They couldn’t hurt me anyways. And They couldn’t contain me.” “Ah, Yes I see.” “Are you married professor? Do you have any kids?” “I’m sorry.” “Well you’re asking me all these questions. Don’t you think I’m entitled to ask some too?” “Of course. I’m not married. No kids either.” “So what do you do besides work? Do you have a lot of friends?” “Not particularly. I mostly study. I, uh, I have never been good at making friends. I was an orphan you see. So I always kept to myself.” He looked at his hands, embarrassed. He Finally looked at her as if expecting her to say something. She didn’t. She kept quiet and just stared at him. It was even worse. “So you have lived through history? How old are you?” “I’m not sure. I don’t notice time anymore. To me the year part of the dates is useless.” “Any idea?” “Well I was there when they were building the pyramids. I was there when Jesus lived. I was there during the Renaissance. We just had an assassination attempt on Reagan. I was there for when it happened to Andrew Jackson. Let’s just say that anything you read in History books, I was there for.” “That is amazing. To live history like this... I can only imagine.” “I lived through all these great events and you know what I remember most? I remember Steve embracing me and loving me before he flew out to his death.” He looked at her, words failing him. She continued. “It was only after I escaped that I found out that one of our own had betrayed him. One of our own was responsible for his death. It took me a long tine to discover your identity Mr Adams.” “I was a young fool. They offered me money to give them the blueprints of our airplanes. I worked their as an engineer so I had access. But it was a long time ago. Surely you can’t hold a grudge this long.” “I already told you, time has no meaning for me. And you know what they say about a woman scorned don’t you?” “Listen, I...” She was extremely quick. Before he could even move, the dagger was deep in his chest. “Mr Adams. This poison was used by the ancient Egyptians. It won’t kill you quick. No. It will keep you alive for hours. As you sit here, unable to move. Feeling pain, but unable to scream. I say, think of Steve. Remember him. And remember me.”	This is my first time replying to one of these, hope it isn't that bad! Sweat began trickling down my forehead. “What if someday they discover me?”. I was anxious as I had been hiding my anomaly throughout my whole life. Nothing out of the ordinary. Conspiracists always mention the “anomaly” which is usually disregarded as there is no concrete proof that we are real... but I am. In my spacing out moment, a student from my class walked up to the professor. Who then asked, “What do you want young man?”. Shivers ran down my spine as Murphy’s eyes turned bright red. A large flame erupted from his hands as he calmly said: “I am an anomaly.” To contrary belief, the lecturer did not get scared besides jumping back, probably due to the heat coming from the fire. “Is that some illusionary type of ability?”. Murphy smirked as he knew people would doubt him. “Can I burn your apple professor?”. The questioned one looked at the student perplexed as he thought it was some kind of prank. Then he came off his daze and granted it “Sure, go ahead... I’ll throw it”. The others in the classroom begin to giggle and laugh as they thought it was all a joke. “3...2...1...” An apple flies upward. In a millisecond it gets disintegrated to atoms flying through the room now filled with dread and light smoke. I looked around as I saw all of my classmates and some of my friends scared to death. I knew one day or another this was bound to happen. I thought that I was the only one and that I would be the one to accidentally scare them. It did scare them. However, even when shocked the lecturer once again begin his interrogation “Is there any more like you?” as if he was a child receiving a new toy. Murphy pointed at me. “He is”. I immediately jumped back and sarcastically said: “I wish I was special!” came out nervously of my trembling lips. Which then was hit back with a simple “I can also activate other abilities from anomalies nearby”. My jacket was shredded as the blades on my arms screeched along with the terrified atmosphere.
	[WP] Mutations do exist that give people and animals “powers”, but so far only oddities, nothing spectacular. A biology professor recently stated in a lecture that, statistically, a super-powered anomaly must exist somewhere. Afterward, a student approached him and said, “I am that anomaly”.	Let me tell you about this one fucker that always sits in the back of my classes with his hood up and a scarf on like some sort of Frosty the Snowman drug dealer. He's taken five or six at this point and I've never heard him say a word. If I didn't have access to his major from the roster, I wouldn't know why he was in my lectures to begin with. Truth be told, I still don't. I'm a professor of Genetic Science at the University of Earth, 14th Quadrant. I specialized in Bandura and that stuff in undergrad but changed later and now I teach about mutations and chemical code changes. The way it impacts DNA. All that. Super interesting right? This asshat doesn't think so. His name is Dan -- plainest fucking name for the plainest fucking student -- and he always takes the seat in the back, furthest from the windows. He never talks. He doesn't participate. Even in seminar classes with twenty or fewer students, Dan is silent. The problem is that his work is outstanding. He's the top of every class and his papers demonstrate a grasp of these concepts that I might even say rivals my own if I didn't hate him so much. I know I shouldn't hate him, but he always gets this smug smile when I start talking about some of the more recent research being done into introducing mutations intentionally into the human genome. It's too level shit, stuff I just barely grasped in my PhD program. This guys in his second year and that smug smile.... I hate him for it. Today, I decided I hate him even more than I thought. It was a normal day - BIO 457 (yeah, he's in senior courses) - and I was explaining the impacts of certain chemicals that were introduced to the oceans back in 2183. It was a big year for humanity, but a tough concept to wrap our heads around, even now. This fucker interrupted class by slamming his books shut two minutes before we were supposed to be done. Of course, everyone else got packed up. I couldn't do much but end there. It got worse when he lingered, though. I wasn't sure what to expect but I definitely didn't expect him to approach me. He said something stupid like, "Hey, I'm Dan." I nodded. He fidgeted. "I've got another class at noon," I told him, checking my watch. "Although it's good to know you can talk, and I guess I have an extra minute since you helped clear the room so fast. What can I do for you, Mr. Brown?" He grimaced and I had a moment where I remembered I was under tenure review. Fuck it. If this is the next generation of college students, I want out. Maybe that's why Samantha left me...too cynical? Unforgiving? Whatever. I had eleven minutes of my twelve, between the passing period and my involuntary buffer, and didn't have the patience just then. "You were talking about anomalies," he said quietly. His voice was fucking gross. He sounded like his tongue was stuck in his throat. "I wondered if you could talk about their survival rates or life expectancies." I cocked an eyebrow. "Chapter 11." I grabbed my bag but he put a hand out to stop me. It landed on my wrist, but he was four fucking feet away. It slithered back up his sleeve and he reached up to remove his hood. That's when I saw the brace. He had a full body cast made of plastic with an open front. Except "he" wasn't a "he." Motherfucker has zero bones and is a stretchy, rubbery goop. Like when you let a cat crawl into a vase and it fills it all up, or when you melt Silly Puddy in the sun and let it drip out of those egg things. A bubble popped inside some part of his "face." "I'm an anomaly, sir," he said. Seriously? Fucking "sir"? I hate this kid. At least I won't have to worry about tenure; Dan the slimeball anomaly wants me to be co-researcher on his thesis for grad school next year. Because he's doing a Bachelor's in two years. Did I mention I hate him?	"And so class with the randomness of mutation in the DNA of lifeforms, unique traits can be found... as for your assignment, i'd like a short paper on an living creature with a unique trait, bacteria, a mammal, your mother, I don't care just have it done for tomorrow." I sat down, to relax for my well deserved break of teaching my class. Students flooded out as usual, except for one who sat in the back. Normally, a student staying late was due to them wanting to ask for there grade to be raised, or if they had further questions on the topic. He looked around cautiously, to make sure no other students remained, and walked to my desk. "If this about your grade, the only one who can do something about it, is you." I said bluntly. "Sir, I am one of the anomalies?" I looked with confusion "What are you on about, I mean statistically we are all anoma...." He cut me off mid sentence, then asked "Sir, that apple on your desk, may I hold it?" I handed the apple then replied "Sure, not like I was going to eat it" he picked it up, and clenched both hands holding the apple, at first, nothing, but then his hands filled up with pulp as he squeezed, which then became water and a mixture of slush, which finally became powder as the water rapidly evaporated away. I looked in shock. "When I was younger, I discovered I could break things down to there core components, but is this why?" I looked at him, and told him "This goes against my understanding of nature, however yes, you are an anomaly..." He nodded "I thought so". then I directly asked him "Have you told anyone of your power" He then replied "No. I was too afraid" "Good, you can use this to become a very rich man, say nothing to anyone about this. Now what is your name?" he whimpered out "My name is Robert Midas". On that day I started a hefty business venture with a self proclaimed a anomaly.
	[WP] Mutations do exist that give people and animals “powers”, but so far only oddities, nothing spectacular. A biology professor recently stated in a lecture that, statistically, a super-powered anomaly must exist somewhere. Afterward, a student approached him and said, “I am that anomaly”.	“You see, it’s a numbers game. If the perfect mutation, this anomaly I described, if there is a one in million chance of happening, there are still over seven thousand super powered individuals out there. It’s like the Drake equation but applied here to earth’s population.” He let his words sink in as he took a sip of water, slowly, deliberately, for maximum effect. He had been doing this for a while and he was well versed with his pauses. He continued on. “And it’s not a very original idea either. Humans share over fifty percent of their DNA with animals. Could Dracula just have been a human with mutation that gave rise to all the vampire myths. Could a human have had wolf characteristics and hence the legend of the werewolves was born. Of course, only to be driven into the ground by twilight but that’s beside the point.” He looked at his watch. “We’re almost at the end of our class so I leave you with this. Less than 1% difference in DNA separates us from monkeys and apes. Could there be humans out there who differ from us mere humans ever so slightly. But this difference amounts to giving them abilities we only dream about. Could we have a superman or a wonder woman or a dead-pool or a magneto in our middle? I say it’s likely. And now for the part most of you will hate. I want all of you to create an equation which will give me a limit. This equation should be able to predict the number of anomalies out there with a margin of error, of course. I want you to add and account for as many variables as you can. This is mainly for fun and won’t count towards your scores but I still want everyone to take it seriously.” The class started emptying out as the bell rang. He noticed that one girl remained behind, in her seat. “Excuse me miss, the class is over.” “I know professor. I just can’t stop thinking about what you said.” “The anomaly? It’s an interesting topic for sure.” “Yes that. But also about the history. Dracula. He wasn’t a bad man really. As you said, he just had something messed up in his DNA.” “Excuse me?” “Yes professor?” “What do you mean by that statement?” “Well Dracula. He just had this blood lust. He couldn’t always control it. And when it hit, it really hit.” “I’m sorry, I still don’t get it.” “I was there you see. I worked with helsing when it got really bad. Red thirst is what we called it.” “What do you mean you worked with helsing?” “Oh, I thought it would be clear. I am one of these anomalies you talk off. I don’t age. You only teach and theorize about history. I’ve lived through it.” The professor laughed. “Ah, of course.” “I see you don’t believe me. But that’s ok.” She was standing right in front of him now. She rummaged through her purse and brought out a paper clipping. It featured a picture of a nurse and what looked like a pilot. The professor had a fondness for history and recognized the uniform. Air Force. Early to mid 1940s. But it was the nurse’s photograph that held his attention. He looked from it to her face. “This cannot be true.” “Maybe, maybe not. You just brought back memories of helsing and I was hit with that nostalgia. I haven’t really told anyone since Steve. That’s him in the picture. His plane crashed and his body was never recovered.” She shrugged and put the picture back into her purse. “Research me. I am not too hard to find.” The professor stood with his mouth agape as he watched her walk out the class. * He slumped into his chair, holding his head. She was right. She hadn’t been too hard to find. He had seen her pretty face, unchanged, peering back at him from the pages of history. * His mind was distracted. He gave up on class about five minutes in, giving them reading material and sitting on his chair at the front. His gaze couldn’t help but drift to the back rows where she sat. Every time it did, it was met with a stare right back in his direction. A curious smile plastered on her face. He was looking forward to the final bell more than his students were. When the bell rang he immediately stood up and waited impatiently for the students to exit the class. She moved slowly and gracefully down the stairs towards him, sensing his desperation. “Miss Jones. There are a few things I’d like to discuss with you.” “Just Helen.” “I’m sorry?” “You can call me Helen. I think I might have an idea of what you want to talk about. And if I am right, this place seems far too public for it.” “Ah, Yes. You’re right of course. Do you think you can come see me in my office today after hours?” “Sure. I’ll be there.” * She knocked on the door and entered before he said anything. She took a seat directly opposite to him and sat with the same enigmatic smile. “So I uh...” “You looked me up. I figured as much.” “But this is impossible.” “You’ve taught hundreds of your students different. It’s a numbers game.” “But how? How can you survive all these year and not be found?” “I am not hiding so how can I be found? I know what you mean of course. I don’t stay anywhere long. I don’t form attachments to people. I kept moving. I did volunteer to help my government and turned myself in in wartime. I was stupid and patriotic.” “You What?” “I did. It was just after Steve. I thought I could help my country. They poked and prodded and kept me locked in till I decided I didn’t want to be kept in a cage.” “You escaped.” “I did. I was in there for about four months. They couldn’t hurt me anyways. And They couldn’t contain me.” “Ah, Yes I see.” “Are you married professor? Do you have any kids?” “I’m sorry.” “Well you’re asking me all these questions. Don’t you think I’m entitled to ask some too?” “Of course. I’m not married. No kids either.” “So what do you do besides work? Do you have a lot of friends?” “Not particularly. I mostly study. I, uh, I have never been good at making friends. I was an orphan you see. So I always kept to myself.” He looked at his hands, embarrassed. He Finally looked at her as if expecting her to say something. She didn’t. She kept quiet and just stared at him. It was even worse. “So you have lived through history? How old are you?” “I’m not sure. I don’t notice time anymore. To me the year part of the dates is useless.” “Any idea?” “Well I was there when they were building the pyramids. I was there when Jesus lived. I was there during the Renaissance. We just had an assassination attempt on Reagan. I was there for when it happened to Andrew Jackson. Let’s just say that anything you read in History books, I was there for.” “That is amazing. To live history like this... I can only imagine.” “I lived through all these great events and you know what I remember most? I remember Steve embracing me and loving me before he flew out to his death.” He looked at her, words failing him. She continued. “It was only after I escaped that I found out that one of our own had betrayed him. One of our own was responsible for his death. It took me a long tine to discover your identity Mr Adams.” “I was a young fool. They offered me money to give them the blueprints of our airplanes. I worked their as an engineer so I had access. But it was a long time ago. Surely you can’t hold a grudge this long.” “I already told you, time has no meaning for me. And you know what they say about a woman scorned don’t you?” “Listen, I...” She was extremely quick. Before he could even move, the dagger was deep in his chest. “Mr Adams. This poison was used by the ancient Egyptians. It won’t kill you quick. No. It will keep you alive for hours. As you sit here, unable to move. Feeling pain, but unable to scream. I say, think of Steve. Remember him. And remember me.”	"And so class with the randomness of mutation in the DNA of lifeforms, unique traits can be found... as for your assignment, i'd like a short paper on an living creature with a unique trait, bacteria, a mammal, your mother, I don't care just have it done for tomorrow." I sat down, to relax for my well deserved break of teaching my class. Students flooded out as usual, except for one who sat in the back. Normally, a student staying late was due to them wanting to ask for there grade to be raised, or if they had further questions on the topic. He looked around cautiously, to make sure no other students remained, and walked to my desk. "If this about your grade, the only one who can do something about it, is you." I said bluntly. "Sir, I am one of the anomalies?" I looked with confusion "What are you on about, I mean statistically we are all anoma...." He cut me off mid sentence, then asked "Sir, that apple on your desk, may I hold it?" I handed the apple then replied "Sure, not like I was going to eat it" he picked it up, and clenched both hands holding the apple, at first, nothing, but then his hands filled up with pulp as he squeezed, which then became water and a mixture of slush, which finally became powder as the water rapidly evaporated away. I looked in shock. "When I was younger, I discovered I could break things down to there core components, but is this why?" I looked at him, and told him "This goes against my understanding of nature, however yes, you are an anomaly..." He nodded "I thought so". then I directly asked him "Have you told anyone of your power" He then replied "No. I was too afraid" "Good, you can use this to become a very rich man, say nothing to anyone about this. Now what is your name?" he whimpered out "My name is Robert Midas". On that day I started a hefty business venture with a self proclaimed a anomaly.
	[WP] Mutations do exist that give people and animals “powers”, but so far only oddities, nothing spectacular. A biology professor recently stated in a lecture that, statistically, a super-powered anomaly must exist somewhere. Afterward, a student approached him and said, “I am that anomaly”.	“You see, it’s a numbers game. If the perfect mutation, this anomaly I described, if there is a one in million chance of happening, there are still over seven thousand super powered individuals out there. It’s like the Drake equation but applied here to earth’s population.” He let his words sink in as he took a sip of water, slowly, deliberately, for maximum effect. He had been doing this for a while and he was well versed with his pauses. He continued on. “And it’s not a very original idea either. Humans share over fifty percent of their DNA with animals. Could Dracula just have been a human with mutation that gave rise to all the vampire myths. Could a human have had wolf characteristics and hence the legend of the werewolves was born. Of course, only to be driven into the ground by twilight but that’s beside the point.” He looked at his watch. “We’re almost at the end of our class so I leave you with this. Less than 1% difference in DNA separates us from monkeys and apes. Could there be humans out there who differ from us mere humans ever so slightly. But this difference amounts to giving them abilities we only dream about. Could we have a superman or a wonder woman or a dead-pool or a magneto in our middle? I say it’s likely. And now for the part most of you will hate. I want all of you to create an equation which will give me a limit. This equation should be able to predict the number of anomalies out there with a margin of error, of course. I want you to add and account for as many variables as you can. This is mainly for fun and won’t count towards your scores but I still want everyone to take it seriously.” The class started emptying out as the bell rang. He noticed that one girl remained behind, in her seat. “Excuse me miss, the class is over.” “I know professor. I just can’t stop thinking about what you said.” “The anomaly? It’s an interesting topic for sure.” “Yes that. But also about the history. Dracula. He wasn’t a bad man really. As you said, he just had something messed up in his DNA.” “Excuse me?” “Yes professor?” “What do you mean by that statement?” “Well Dracula. He just had this blood lust. He couldn’t always control it. And when it hit, it really hit.” “I’m sorry, I still don’t get it.” “I was there you see. I worked with helsing when it got really bad. Red thirst is what we called it.” “What do you mean you worked with helsing?” “Oh, I thought it would be clear. I am one of these anomalies you talk off. I don’t age. You only teach and theorize about history. I’ve lived through it.” The professor laughed. “Ah, of course.” “I see you don’t believe me. But that’s ok.” She was standing right in front of him now. She rummaged through her purse and brought out a paper clipping. It featured a picture of a nurse and what looked like a pilot. The professor had a fondness for history and recognized the uniform. Air Force. Early to mid 1940s. But it was the nurse’s photograph that held his attention. He looked from it to her face. “This cannot be true.” “Maybe, maybe not. You just brought back memories of helsing and I was hit with that nostalgia. I haven’t really told anyone since Steve. That’s him in the picture. His plane crashed and his body was never recovered.” She shrugged and put the picture back into her purse. “Research me. I am not too hard to find.” The professor stood with his mouth agape as he watched her walk out the class. * He slumped into his chair, holding his head. She was right. She hadn’t been too hard to find. He had seen her pretty face, unchanged, peering back at him from the pages of history. * His mind was distracted. He gave up on class about five minutes in, giving them reading material and sitting on his chair at the front. His gaze couldn’t help but drift to the back rows where she sat. Every time it did, it was met with a stare right back in his direction. A curious smile plastered on her face. He was looking forward to the final bell more than his students were. When the bell rang he immediately stood up and waited impatiently for the students to exit the class. She moved slowly and gracefully down the stairs towards him, sensing his desperation. “Miss Jones. There are a few things I’d like to discuss with you.” “Just Helen.” “I’m sorry?” “You can call me Helen. I think I might have an idea of what you want to talk about. And if I am right, this place seems far too public for it.” “Ah, Yes. You’re right of course. Do you think you can come see me in my office today after hours?” “Sure. I’ll be there.” * She knocked on the door and entered before he said anything. She took a seat directly opposite to him and sat with the same enigmatic smile. “So I uh...” “You looked me up. I figured as much.” “But this is impossible.” “You’ve taught hundreds of your students different. It’s a numbers game.” “But how? How can you survive all these year and not be found?” “I am not hiding so how can I be found? I know what you mean of course. I don’t stay anywhere long. I don’t form attachments to people. I kept moving. I did volunteer to help my government and turned myself in in wartime. I was stupid and patriotic.” “You What?” “I did. It was just after Steve. I thought I could help my country. They poked and prodded and kept me locked in till I decided I didn’t want to be kept in a cage.” “You escaped.” “I did. I was in there for about four months. They couldn’t hurt me anyways. And They couldn’t contain me.” “Ah, Yes I see.” “Are you married professor? Do you have any kids?” “I’m sorry.” “Well you’re asking me all these questions. Don’t you think I’m entitled to ask some too?” “Of course. I’m not married. No kids either.” “So what do you do besides work? Do you have a lot of friends?” “Not particularly. I mostly study. I, uh, I have never been good at making friends. I was an orphan you see. So I always kept to myself.” He looked at his hands, embarrassed. He Finally looked at her as if expecting her to say something. She didn’t. She kept quiet and just stared at him. It was even worse. “So you have lived through history? How old are you?” “I’m not sure. I don’t notice time anymore. To me the year part of the dates is useless.” “Any idea?” “Well I was there when they were building the pyramids. I was there when Jesus lived. I was there during the Renaissance. We just had an assassination attempt on Reagan. I was there for when it happened to Andrew Jackson. Let’s just say that anything you read in History books, I was there for.” “That is amazing. To live history like this... I can only imagine.” “I lived through all these great events and you know what I remember most? I remember Steve embracing me and loving me before he flew out to his death.” He looked at her, words failing him. She continued. “It was only after I escaped that I found out that one of our own had betrayed him. One of our own was responsible for his death. It took me a long tine to discover your identity Mr Adams.” “I was a young fool. They offered me money to give them the blueprints of our airplanes. I worked their as an engineer so I had access. But it was a long time ago. Surely you can’t hold a grudge this long.” “I already told you, time has no meaning for me. And you know what they say about a woman scorned don’t you?” “Listen, I...” She was extremely quick. Before he could even move, the dagger was deep in his chest. “Mr Adams. This poison was used by the ancient Egyptians. It won’t kill you quick. No. It will keep you alive for hours. As you sit here, unable to move. Feeling pain, but unable to scream. I say, think of Steve. Remember him. And remember me.”	Let me tell you about this one fucker that always sits in the back of my classes with his hood up and a scarf on like some sort of Frosty the Snowman drug dealer. He's taken five or six at this point and I've never heard him say a word. If I didn't have access to his major from the roster, I wouldn't know why he was in my lectures to begin with. Truth be told, I still don't. I'm a professor of Genetic Science at the University of Earth, 14th Quadrant. I specialized in Bandura and that stuff in undergrad but changed later and now I teach about mutations and chemical code changes. The way it impacts DNA. All that. Super interesting right? This asshat doesn't think so. His name is Dan -- plainest fucking name for the plainest fucking student -- and he always takes the seat in the back, furthest from the windows. He never talks. He doesn't participate. Even in seminar classes with twenty or fewer students, Dan is silent. The problem is that his work is outstanding. He's the top of every class and his papers demonstrate a grasp of these concepts that I might even say rivals my own if I didn't hate him so much. I know I shouldn't hate him, but he always gets this smug smile when I start talking about some of the more recent research being done into introducing mutations intentionally into the human genome. It's too level shit, stuff I just barely grasped in my PhD program. This guys in his second year and that smug smile.... I hate him for it. Today, I decided I hate him even more than I thought. It was a normal day - BIO 457 (yeah, he's in senior courses) - and I was explaining the impacts of certain chemicals that were introduced to the oceans back in 2183. It was a big year for humanity, but a tough concept to wrap our heads around, even now. This fucker interrupted class by slamming his books shut two minutes before we were supposed to be done. Of course, everyone else got packed up. I couldn't do much but end there. It got worse when he lingered, though. I wasn't sure what to expect but I definitely didn't expect him to approach me. He said something stupid like, "Hey, I'm Dan." I nodded. He fidgeted. "I've got another class at noon," I told him, checking my watch. "Although it's good to know you can talk, and I guess I have an extra minute since you helped clear the room so fast. What can I do for you, Mr. Brown?" He grimaced and I had a moment where I remembered I was under tenure review. Fuck it. If this is the next generation of college students, I want out. Maybe that's why Samantha left me...too cynical? Unforgiving? Whatever. I had eleven minutes of my twelve, between the passing period and my involuntary buffer, and didn't have the patience just then. "You were talking about anomalies," he said quietly. His voice was fucking gross. He sounded like his tongue was stuck in his throat. "I wondered if you could talk about their survival rates or life expectancies." I cocked an eyebrow. "Chapter 11." I grabbed my bag but he put a hand out to stop me. It landed on my wrist, but he was four fucking feet away. It slithered back up his sleeve and he reached up to remove his hood. That's when I saw the brace. He had a full body cast made of plastic with an open front. Except "he" wasn't a "he." Motherfucker has zero bones and is a stretchy, rubbery goop. Like when you let a cat crawl into a vase and it fills it all up, or when you melt Silly Puddy in the sun and let it drip out of those egg things. A bubble popped inside some part of his "face." "I'm an anomaly, sir," he said. Seriously? Fucking "sir"? I hate this kid. At least I won't have to worry about tenure; Dan the slimeball anomaly wants me to be co-researcher on his thesis for grad school next year. Because he's doing a Bachelor's in two years. Did I mention I hate him?
	[WP] An alien race conquers worlds by starting a zombie apocalypse and later coming down and offering "salvation" in exchange for subjection, so far this has never failed, until they reach Earth and find humanity has already defeated the zombies and is waiting for them...	The Othiliak Ch. 1 \-------- \>High orbit around planet Earth, mothership of Thrulk Tu'Gsuliieh, enslaver for the Othiliak Thrulk looked down at the blue planet their ship orbited. It has been two decades since the drone ship sent the confirmation that the mutagen had successfully begun infecting the population of this recently discovered, paradise-like, planet. By now, most of the inhabitants should be either dead, mutated, brainless husks or frightendes survivors waiting for a wonder. A wonder Thrulk was happy to grant them. He could already see them! Frightened survivors happily pledging their loyalty to the Othiliak... His daydreaming was interrupted when the transport ship was leaving the hangar of the mothership. He watched through the large window how it quickly began its descent onto the planet's surface. It would deploy camera drones once it breached the atmosphere. It didn't take long and, one by one, the monitors inside Thrulk's observation room sprung to life, displaying various parts of the planet's surface. He could make out a few city ruins, heavily overgrown with trees and shrubbery. That was unusual. Normally, it takes much longer for a planet's flora to take over large cities like that. This planet really was special! He spoke into the microphone in front of him: "Thrulk speaking. Sinjek, report!" After a few seconds, someone replied: "Lord, we successfully breached the atmosphere and deployed the camera drones. Our sensors have detected a high concentration of lifeforms nearby. It will take us a few minutes to get there." "Good. Proceed!" Thrulk said and again watched the countless monitors, looking for something interesting. For some reason he was tense. This was a big deal. Such a planet would surely get him the personal attention of the Othiliak. Maybe he would even grant him an increase of his sliit limit! He got excited and started thinking about the possibilities when Sinjek spoke again. "Lord, you should see this..." Slightly annoyed by this repeated interruption of his daydreams, he checked the zoomed-in view of a city, spread over several of the monitors. And what a strange city it was, totally unlike the city ruins he studied earlier! Buildings made of bright stones and metals, some of them floating and rotating about large, spear-like towers dotting the city. What was even more strange was the fact that, while the city looked as if it was pulsating with life, there was no life to be seen. The streets were empty. He watched as the transport ship slowly approached the city and just floated above it for a silent minute. Thrulk had a bad feeling about that city but ignored it as he watched the city underneath, looking for any sign of life other than what the sensors told them. Suddenly, several things happened at once... From one of the towers, a blue energy beam appeared, hitting the transport ship directly, slowly forcing it towards the ground! At the same time, another beam, this time blueish, was shot from another tower, surrounding the ship it with a shine in the same color! He shouted into the microphone: "Sinjek! Report! What is happening down there?" But there came no answer... Just a few seconds later, the camera feeds began to stutter and in less than a second, they all lost connection, showing nothing but static. Thrulk swore heavily and stomped his hind feet on the metal ground, causing the subordinates around him to flinch and cautiously walk away from him. They knew how he could be if he was angry, and this definitely looked like angry. \-------- \>Surface of planet Earth, city state of Pacifica Slowly, the pilot maneuvered their ship closer to the city. It wasn't what they expected. There shouldn't be a city this big and not in ruins on this planet anymore. The streets appeared empty, but their sensors definitely detected a whole lot of lifeforms. In the buildings, in the towers, even deep under the ground. Millions of them! They got even closer, unsure how to proceed from here on, when, suddenly, a bright, orange light blinded them, quickly followed by a blue shine that seemed to surround their whole ship! Then they began to descend. The pilot tried to fight against it, but whatever held them was stronger than their ship's thrusters. They had no choice but to wait until the ship gently touched the ground. Luckily, they had no retractable landing gear. The ship could land on any more or less plain surface. When the ship stood still, Sinjek took his loyal rifle and signaled his men to do the same. Once armed, they positioned themselves around the hatch and opened it. Outside, the city stood before them, just as empty as before. Only two beams were slowly pulsating, originating from two of the large towers and targeting the ship. Sinjek took a deep breath, causing the respirator to make a low humming noise. He and his men stepped outside, clearing the immediate surroundings. Just two meters away, the blue shimmer began, surrounding them like... like a shield? One of his men approached it and cautiously held his hand out. "This... this feels solid. I can't breach it, sir" he said. "Shoot it." The soldier took a few steps back, pointed his rifle and shot a bright, greenish energy beam. On impact, the energy seemed to be absorbed by the shield, leaving no indication that it has been weakened. "This is impossible!" shouted Sinjek in helpless rage. Just then, a person appeared out of thin air outside of the shield. It was a man, that much he could say after reading all the information they could gather about the inhabitants. He was large. At least 2 meters and thus a good half meter taller than the average Oth. He was wearing what looked like a medieval breastplate made out of a glimmering, blue metal. On his back, he wore a dark red cloak. He slowly drew a long, thin sword, glimmering in the same blue as the armor, and began to talk. "You have no business here, Oth!" How, by the Othiliak, did he know their species' name and language? They shouldn't even have noticed us until now! He spoke again. "Leave now and be unharmed. Stay and pay the price!" Was he threatening them? A primitive bipedal with a SWORD? Seshnah was boiling with anger and shouted back: "You dare to threaten the representatives of Thulk, enslaver for the Othiliak? You are nothing INSECTS for us and we will crush your laughable resistance! Surrender now and maybe, MAYBE your species won't be forced to strip-mine their own planet for the Othiliak!" The man listened and began to laugh "You want to crush us? How are you planning to do that inside that bubble we caught you in? As funny as your little outbreak was, I'll have to punish you for it. Choose one of your men." Seshnah stared in disbelief. That human not only wasn't impressed at all, he had the AUDACITY to laugh at them! "What do you mean, choose one of my men?" "I want you to choose a target for the punishment you are about to receive." He couldn't believe what he heard... punishment? That man was lucky this energy shield protected him, otherwise he would be dust by now! "The only one receiving a punishment will be you, once you kneel before Thrulk himself, scum!" The man shook his head "Well, if you don't choose someone, I will let my men choose..." When he said that, four men, clad in the same armor but with some kind of crossbow, appeared behind him. One of them raised his weapon, took a few seconds to decide, and then pulled the trigger. A glowing bolt flew through the energy barrier, leaving a white trail behind, and hit one of Seshnah's men in the cheast, not making any sound. The man gasped and searched for the wound, but the bolt just ignored his skin, flying right into him. He looked around in panic, not understanding what just happened, before his chest begin to emit a white glow that got stronger and stronger until his whole body jerked powerfully before slumping down, looking like everything inside him melted, leaving only a sack of skin. Seshnah couldn't believe his eyes. He looked to what was left of his soldier for a full minute. Then he dropped his weapon and fell to his knees. Whoever these humans were, they clearly meant what they said. "Please, show mercy. We will leave your planet." The man stepped forward and reached his hand out, in it a glass vial with a gray liquid. "Drink this, and you can leave in peace." Seshnah, confused and afraid, took the potion, not even realizing that the shield was gone, and drank it without thinking. Then he stood up and went back into the ship. His men followed, being conditioned to not question their superiors. The orange beam disappeared and the ship started its engines, leaving the planet with full speed.	It was after zombieland 2 came out, that things began changing. I got a call from my hipster friend that some white supremacist scientist in trying to find the Aryan race ended up creating zombies by combining horse DNA with great apes and rats. No one knew how the virus was carried out but one by one people fell across the world. Things were different, civilization didn't collapse because this was where all those angst ridden millinieals found their glory. That's what happens when you are grown up on everything vampire and zombie stories, you learn how to defeat them. The millinieals quickly applied their thinking of how to stop the infections and hunt down the zombies. After the first couple of zombie attacks, the world was formed into a single central local democracy. It was a combination of armed mini states into one global empire. For safety of the Planet and human sustainability, there was an expansion of human colonies on Moon, Mars and Titan. The advanced beacons picked up ships coming from the direction of Titan. Our colony there was attacked, few survived. Few were enough, we realised that these were a Planet conquering force which deployed a deadly virus which attacked the nerve system to self destruct aka Zombies. The aliens were quite humonoid in appearance and their technology wasn't that advanced than us except they used bio weapons and figured out interstellar travel. The high command at various cities decided that we should let them attack us and we can confiscate their ships. We had moved women, children and old men into deep underground cities under the various deserts of the world. We cut off contact through trade between cities as cities had become long ago self sufficient and whatever infections were gonna be deployed we would be ready and not let it spread from one city to another. The ships descended the Earth's atmosphere in a slow confident descent of one who already had tasted the victory. We had let them come. Contrary to their usual conquests they found only few cities worldwide and most of them deserted. When they found populous cities they let out their weapons shower. People soon realised that they were deploying a version of black death with hl23 virus which most of the humans had gained immunity from. The leaders realised that they need to force their conquerors to land in Earth. One of the things Walking Dead had taught millennials was that we can wear costume and cosplay into being zombies and hunt them. Zombies were nowhere but this had become an annual festival. Where millions of people would come out as zombies and run around and fake cities were built for annual destruction and bonding activities. It so happened that the day of festival was nearby and the city of Parthenos was ready and virus of the conquistador not being potent and nothing to worry about. They staged a resistance a there and good to go, the humonoid aliens deployed the virus. In the moment of fog, people were ready with their instant zombies costumes available 2.99 on Amazon. They were some advanced tech. And chaos ensued. The city was burned down and people moved around and randomly fell down. The conquering army descended and stepped out of their ships. The humonoid aliens were celebrating on a hill overlooking the chaos. They were numbered around some 200 thousand. The celebration turned to chaos when they saw that the people were waking up and staring at them from the distant ground. And then rocket launchers were fired, jets flew down and blasted the aliens with our own version of zombie virus which the Earthians were resistant too. Lo and behold the virus took it's effect and they started massacring each other. No one could have escaped the hill. Deep trenches were revealed and whoever crossed was cut down. And that's how we had become the new conquering empire of the galaxy thanks to this gift of ships.
	[WP] An alien race conquers worlds by starting a zombie apocalypse and later coming down and offering "salvation" in exchange for subjection, so far this has never failed, until they reach Earth and find humanity has already defeated the zombies and is waiting for them...	Subject: X-15 Infection &#x200B; Category: Calamity &#x200B; Containment Procedure: All individuals containing any signs of infection will be immediately quarantined and sent to the nearest station to be safely disposed. To ensure cooperation, the infected individual should be told that they will be cured as they are led to the incineration chamber. To maintain public peace, anyone questioning as to the whereabouts of the deceased infected will be told they are in a treatment center and under quarantine. If an individual has been infected and is at Stage-2, they should be immediately eliminated by either destruction of the nervous system or high-temperature flames. Note that normal flames are unable to destroy X-15, and will merely further spread the disease. Any bodies of the deceased must be sent to an incineration chamber to ensure no re-animation occurs. If an infection has taken hold of a planet, a majority vote of the High Council can authorize a Class-5 "Cleaner" Fleet to scrub the life from the planet for future use. &#x200B; Description: The X-15 Infection is a debilitating disease that can infect both living and dead individuals. Not much is known about its structure as samples are too dangerous to be studied. The infection progresses through two main stages. Any deceased body that is infected will advance to Stage 2 within one hour and will be considered extremely dangerous. Stage 1 symptoms are similar to a simple disease: respiratory irritation and increased circulatory system flow commonly attributed to standard growth periods. The most notable symptom is a purple rash on all eight limbs starting from the lower abdomen, specifically near the third heart. Stage 2 symptoms result in an infected individual becoming highly aggressive as it attempts to terminate any nearby uninfected to spread the disease. Any attempts at communicating with Stage-2 individuals have resulted in failure. The exact transmission vector the infection is unknown, but physical contact with diseased flesh is enough to spread the disease. Quarantine has proved only partially effective in slowing its spread. The infection has spread through multiple checkpoints thought to be unbreakable. This is believed to be due to the now ineffective \[REDACTED\] protection procedures due to X-15's unprecedented fire resistance and increased transmission ability. Due to the innate difficulty of studying a subject infected with X-15, no additional protection procedures have been developed. In addition, no cure has been found. The disease originates from \[REDACTED\] after \[REDACTED\]. It is believed to be designed by the insurgency to destroy the empire. Due to its similarities to \[REDACTED\], it was deemed X-15 as it had the additional property of fire resistance. &#x200B; <Hidden> Researcher's Log, ID 29501897: We deserve this. It's not the insurgency that destroyed us, it was ourselves. Our system of integrating new species has finally backfired; EA12T1-1 outdid our X-14. &#x200B; Note: As of \[REDACTED\], Researcher 29501897 has been removed from their position. Any and all logs written by them should be ignored and reported immediately. &#x200B; &#x200B; &#x200B; ===ACESSSING ARCHIVE: "EA12T1-1"=== &#x200B; &#x200B; ===WARNING=== Under orders of the High Council, this archive has been labeled as only accessible by Class-4 Researchers and above. Any unauthorized researcher will be immediately executed. ===WARNING=== &#x200B; &#x200B; Subject: EA12T1-1 &#x200B; Category: Neutralized &#x200B; Containment Procedure: All communication with the subject is to be halted, with at minimum two Class-3 fleets to surround and monitor them at all time. The fleets should remain at a minimum safe distance to ensure they are out of the range of \[REDACTED\]. Due to the properties of \[REDACTED\], EA12T1-1 should be unable to mount an offensive on the fleet, and is considered largely neutralized. &#x200B; Description: EA12T1-1 is a Class 3 planet, currently inhabited by a species of bipedal sentient life forms. Inhabitants of EA12T1-1 are extremely hostile and should not be approached or reasoned with at all. On \[REDACTED\] the planet was chosen by a majority vote of the High Council to be integrated with the Empire. As was standard procedure, Compound X-14 was sent to EA12T1-1 to begin infection. After the standard incubation time, a standard detachment of Task Force 314 ("Salvation") was sent to integrate the survivors for labor. However, they inhabitants used \[REDACTED\] to annihilate the task force. A Class 5 "Annihilation" Fleet was sent to scrub the world, but \[REDACTED\] proved effective against the fleet, destroying the entire fleet. Due to the Empire's resources being stretched by the insurgency and the nature of \[REDACTED\], the High Council ordered that the planet be simple isolated, and destroyed once resources are available. &#x200B; Researcher's Log, ID 29501897: EA12T1-1 seems to be largely passive, only defending itself if attacked. Its inhabitants are a curious species; the infection seems to be proliferated through. It's remarkable they managed to subdue it, thankfully their primitive technology should be no threat to us in the immediate future. Researcher's Log, ID 29501897: A large energy signature was reported from EA12T1-1 as it reached the fleet. It seemed to have no immediate effect on the fleet, all systems were nominal. Researcher's Log, ID 29501897: As of \[REDACTED\], crewmembers of the two Class-3 fleets have begun reporting a new infection taking hold of the fleet. It seems to be a common cold, but all infected crewmembers reported it only after the strange energy wave. Researcher's Log, ID 29501897: The disease reemerged, but worse. The dead have awakened in a method mysteriously similar to X-14, so much so that they've taken to nicknaming it X-15. Standard fire procedures were used to eliminate the disease, which have shown to be effective. Researcher's Log, ID 29501897: Fire wasn't not enough; the disease spread. And… there's reports of it coming up on a few planets…	It was after zombieland 2 came out, that things began changing. I got a call from my hipster friend that some white supremacist scientist in trying to find the Aryan race ended up creating zombies by combining horse DNA with great apes and rats. No one knew how the virus was carried out but one by one people fell across the world. Things were different, civilization didn't collapse because this was where all those angst ridden millinieals found their glory. That's what happens when you are grown up on everything vampire and zombie stories, you learn how to defeat them. The millinieals quickly applied their thinking of how to stop the infections and hunt down the zombies. After the first couple of zombie attacks, the world was formed into a single central local democracy. It was a combination of armed mini states into one global empire. For safety of the Planet and human sustainability, there was an expansion of human colonies on Moon, Mars and Titan. The advanced beacons picked up ships coming from the direction of Titan. Our colony there was attacked, few survived. Few were enough, we realised that these were a Planet conquering force which deployed a deadly virus which attacked the nerve system to self destruct aka Zombies. The aliens were quite humonoid in appearance and their technology wasn't that advanced than us except they used bio weapons and figured out interstellar travel. The high command at various cities decided that we should let them attack us and we can confiscate their ships. We had moved women, children and old men into deep underground cities under the various deserts of the world. We cut off contact through trade between cities as cities had become long ago self sufficient and whatever infections were gonna be deployed we would be ready and not let it spread from one city to another. The ships descended the Earth's atmosphere in a slow confident descent of one who already had tasted the victory. We had let them come. Contrary to their usual conquests they found only few cities worldwide and most of them deserted. When they found populous cities they let out their weapons shower. People soon realised that they were deploying a version of black death with hl23 virus which most of the humans had gained immunity from. The leaders realised that they need to force their conquerors to land in Earth. One of the things Walking Dead had taught millennials was that we can wear costume and cosplay into being zombies and hunt them. Zombies were nowhere but this had become an annual festival. Where millions of people would come out as zombies and run around and fake cities were built for annual destruction and bonding activities. It so happened that the day of festival was nearby and the city of Parthenos was ready and virus of the conquistador not being potent and nothing to worry about. They staged a resistance a there and good to go, the humonoid aliens deployed the virus. In the moment of fog, people were ready with their instant zombies costumes available 2.99 on Amazon. They were some advanced tech. And chaos ensued. The city was burned down and people moved around and randomly fell down. The conquering army descended and stepped out of their ships. The humonoid aliens were celebrating on a hill overlooking the chaos. They were numbered around some 200 thousand. The celebration turned to chaos when they saw that the people were waking up and staring at them from the distant ground. And then rocket launchers were fired, jets flew down and blasted the aliens with our own version of zombie virus which the Earthians were resistant too. Lo and behold the virus took it's effect and they started massacring each other. No one could have escaped the hill. Deep trenches were revealed and whoever crossed was cut down. And that's how we had become the new conquering empire of the galaxy thanks to this gift of ships.
	[WP] An alien race conquers worlds by starting a zombie apocalypse and later coming down and offering "salvation" in exchange for subjection, so far this has never failed, until they reach Earth and find humanity has already defeated the zombies and is waiting for them...	It was like a horror movie. Zombies, walking the streets, killing and infecting everyone they could. Except for one little thing. We had wiped them out, quickly and efficiently. Barely anyone had been infected relative to Earth's population, and the highest estimates had only shown a maximum of ~500 million deaths. That's right, only about 6% of the total population. It was started by these alien bastards. They started this in order to try to enslave us, but it failed horribly. When they came back, it had been about 5 years since the "apocalypse" began, and 4 since it ended. They came back, and were NOT happy. "H-h-how d-did you m-make it-t?" one alien asked, with fear in his voice. "Nuclear weapons. And the intelligence to do anything batshit crazy enough to possibly work. Hell, you got less than 7% percent of us. Now, kindly sod off please."	It was after zombieland 2 came out, that things began changing. I got a call from my hipster friend that some white supremacist scientist in trying to find the Aryan race ended up creating zombies by combining horse DNA with great apes and rats. No one knew how the virus was carried out but one by one people fell across the world. Things were different, civilization didn't collapse because this was where all those angst ridden millinieals found their glory. That's what happens when you are grown up on everything vampire and zombie stories, you learn how to defeat them. The millinieals quickly applied their thinking of how to stop the infections and hunt down the zombies. After the first couple of zombie attacks, the world was formed into a single central local democracy. It was a combination of armed mini states into one global empire. For safety of the Planet and human sustainability, there was an expansion of human colonies on Moon, Mars and Titan. The advanced beacons picked up ships coming from the direction of Titan. Our colony there was attacked, few survived. Few were enough, we realised that these were a Planet conquering force which deployed a deadly virus which attacked the nerve system to self destruct aka Zombies. The aliens were quite humonoid in appearance and their technology wasn't that advanced than us except they used bio weapons and figured out interstellar travel. The high command at various cities decided that we should let them attack us and we can confiscate their ships. We had moved women, children and old men into deep underground cities under the various deserts of the world. We cut off contact through trade between cities as cities had become long ago self sufficient and whatever infections were gonna be deployed we would be ready and not let it spread from one city to another. The ships descended the Earth's atmosphere in a slow confident descent of one who already had tasted the victory. We had let them come. Contrary to their usual conquests they found only few cities worldwide and most of them deserted. When they found populous cities they let out their weapons shower. People soon realised that they were deploying a version of black death with hl23 virus which most of the humans had gained immunity from. The leaders realised that they need to force their conquerors to land in Earth. One of the things Walking Dead had taught millennials was that we can wear costume and cosplay into being zombies and hunt them. Zombies were nowhere but this had become an annual festival. Where millions of people would come out as zombies and run around and fake cities were built for annual destruction and bonding activities. It so happened that the day of festival was nearby and the city of Parthenos was ready and virus of the conquistador not being potent and nothing to worry about. They staged a resistance a there and good to go, the humonoid aliens deployed the virus. In the moment of fog, people were ready with their instant zombies costumes available 2.99 on Amazon. They were some advanced tech. And chaos ensued. The city was burned down and people moved around and randomly fell down. The conquering army descended and stepped out of their ships. The humonoid aliens were celebrating on a hill overlooking the chaos. They were numbered around some 200 thousand. The celebration turned to chaos when they saw that the people were waking up and staring at them from the distant ground. And then rocket launchers were fired, jets flew down and blasted the aliens with our own version of zombie virus which the Earthians were resistant too. Lo and behold the virus took it's effect and they started massacring each other. No one could have escaped the hill. Deep trenches were revealed and whoever crossed was cut down. And that's how we had become the new conquering empire of the galaxy thanks to this gift of ships.
	[WP] An alien race conquers worlds by starting a zombie apocalypse and later coming down and offering "salvation" in exchange for subjection, so far this has never failed, until they reach Earth and find humanity has already defeated the zombies and is waiting for them...	The Othiliak Ch. 1 \-------- \>High orbit around planet Earth, mothership of Thrulk Tu'Gsuliieh, enslaver for the Othiliak Thrulk looked down at the blue planet their ship orbited. It has been two decades since the drone ship sent the confirmation that the mutagen had successfully begun infecting the population of this recently discovered, paradise-like, planet. By now, most of the inhabitants should be either dead, mutated, brainless husks or frightendes survivors waiting for a wonder. A wonder Thrulk was happy to grant them. He could already see them! Frightened survivors happily pledging their loyalty to the Othiliak... His daydreaming was interrupted when the transport ship was leaving the hangar of the mothership. He watched through the large window how it quickly began its descent onto the planet's surface. It would deploy camera drones once it breached the atmosphere. It didn't take long and, one by one, the monitors inside Thrulk's observation room sprung to life, displaying various parts of the planet's surface. He could make out a few city ruins, heavily overgrown with trees and shrubbery. That was unusual. Normally, it takes much longer for a planet's flora to take over large cities like that. This planet really was special! He spoke into the microphone in front of him: "Thrulk speaking. Sinjek, report!" After a few seconds, someone replied: "Lord, we successfully breached the atmosphere and deployed the camera drones. Our sensors have detected a high concentration of lifeforms nearby. It will take us a few minutes to get there." "Good. Proceed!" Thrulk said and again watched the countless monitors, looking for something interesting. For some reason he was tense. This was a big deal. Such a planet would surely get him the personal attention of the Othiliak. Maybe he would even grant him an increase of his sliit limit! He got excited and started thinking about the possibilities when Sinjek spoke again. "Lord, you should see this..." Slightly annoyed by this repeated interruption of his daydreams, he checked the zoomed-in view of a city, spread over several of the monitors. And what a strange city it was, totally unlike the city ruins he studied earlier! Buildings made of bright stones and metals, some of them floating and rotating about large, spear-like towers dotting the city. What was even more strange was the fact that, while the city looked as if it was pulsating with life, there was no life to be seen. The streets were empty. He watched as the transport ship slowly approached the city and just floated above it for a silent minute. Thrulk had a bad feeling about that city but ignored it as he watched the city underneath, looking for any sign of life other than what the sensors told them. Suddenly, several things happened at once... From one of the towers, a blue energy beam appeared, hitting the transport ship directly, slowly forcing it towards the ground! At the same time, another beam, this time blueish, was shot from another tower, surrounding the ship it with a shine in the same color! He shouted into the microphone: "Sinjek! Report! What is happening down there?" But there came no answer... Just a few seconds later, the camera feeds began to stutter and in less than a second, they all lost connection, showing nothing but static. Thrulk swore heavily and stomped his hind feet on the metal ground, causing the subordinates around him to flinch and cautiously walk away from him. They knew how he could be if he was angry, and this definitely looked like angry. \-------- \>Surface of planet Earth, city state of Pacifica Slowly, the pilot maneuvered their ship closer to the city. It wasn't what they expected. There shouldn't be a city this big and not in ruins on this planet anymore. The streets appeared empty, but their sensors definitely detected a whole lot of lifeforms. In the buildings, in the towers, even deep under the ground. Millions of them! They got even closer, unsure how to proceed from here on, when, suddenly, a bright, orange light blinded them, quickly followed by a blue shine that seemed to surround their whole ship! Then they began to descend. The pilot tried to fight against it, but whatever held them was stronger than their ship's thrusters. They had no choice but to wait until the ship gently touched the ground. Luckily, they had no retractable landing gear. The ship could land on any more or less plain surface. When the ship stood still, Sinjek took his loyal rifle and signaled his men to do the same. Once armed, they positioned themselves around the hatch and opened it. Outside, the city stood before them, just as empty as before. Only two beams were slowly pulsating, originating from two of the large towers and targeting the ship. Sinjek took a deep breath, causing the respirator to make a low humming noise. He and his men stepped outside, clearing the immediate surroundings. Just two meters away, the blue shimmer began, surrounding them like... like a shield? One of his men approached it and cautiously held his hand out. "This... this feels solid. I can't breach it, sir" he said. "Shoot it." The soldier took a few steps back, pointed his rifle and shot a bright, greenish energy beam. On impact, the energy seemed to be absorbed by the shield, leaving no indication that it has been weakened. "This is impossible!" shouted Sinjek in helpless rage. Just then, a person appeared out of thin air outside of the shield. It was a man, that much he could say after reading all the information they could gather about the inhabitants. He was large. At least 2 meters and thus a good half meter taller than the average Oth. He was wearing what looked like a medieval breastplate made out of a glimmering, blue metal. On his back, he wore a dark red cloak. He slowly drew a long, thin sword, glimmering in the same blue as the armor, and began to talk. "You have no business here, Oth!" How, by the Othiliak, did he know their species' name and language? They shouldn't even have noticed us until now! He spoke again. "Leave now and be unharmed. Stay and pay the price!" Was he threatening them? A primitive bipedal with a SWORD? Seshnah was boiling with anger and shouted back: "You dare to threaten the representatives of Thulk, enslaver for the Othiliak? You are nothing INSECTS for us and we will crush your laughable resistance! Surrender now and maybe, MAYBE your species won't be forced to strip-mine their own planet for the Othiliak!" The man listened and began to laugh "You want to crush us? How are you planning to do that inside that bubble we caught you in? As funny as your little outbreak was, I'll have to punish you for it. Choose one of your men." Seshnah stared in disbelief. That human not only wasn't impressed at all, he had the AUDACITY to laugh at them! "What do you mean, choose one of my men?" "I want you to choose a target for the punishment you are about to receive." He couldn't believe what he heard... punishment? That man was lucky this energy shield protected him, otherwise he would be dust by now! "The only one receiving a punishment will be you, once you kneel before Thrulk himself, scum!" The man shook his head "Well, if you don't choose someone, I will let my men choose..." When he said that, four men, clad in the same armor but with some kind of crossbow, appeared behind him. One of them raised his weapon, took a few seconds to decide, and then pulled the trigger. A glowing bolt flew through the energy barrier, leaving a white trail behind, and hit one of Seshnah's men in the cheast, not making any sound. The man gasped and searched for the wound, but the bolt just ignored his skin, flying right into him. He looked around in panic, not understanding what just happened, before his chest begin to emit a white glow that got stronger and stronger until his whole body jerked powerfully before slumping down, looking like everything inside him melted, leaving only a sack of skin. Seshnah couldn't believe his eyes. He looked to what was left of his soldier for a full minute. Then he dropped his weapon and fell to his knees. Whoever these humans were, they clearly meant what they said. "Please, show mercy. We will leave your planet." The man stepped forward and reached his hand out, in it a glass vial with a gray liquid. "Drink this, and you can leave in peace." Seshnah, confused and afraid, took the potion, not even realizing that the shield was gone, and drank it without thinking. Then he stood up and went back into the ship. His men followed, being conditioned to not question their superiors. The orange beam disappeared and the ship started its engines, leaving the planet with full speed.	--- I'll be writing this in response to all those who whine about it being just another HFY post. Use your imagination people, it doesn't have to be anything you don't want it to be. Now on to the story --- HUMANS --- It came suddenly. Pretty much every graveyard in the world burst open and spewed out the living dead. We estimate that in the first day, about a quarter of the human population was wiped out. In the week that followed half of what remained got wiped out or turned. We don't know much about the zombies, there isn't a research station that can stay upright long enough to make any significant discoveries. The only thing we did find is they'll eat anything. Flesh, bone, fabric, steel. The reason no research is possible is they simply eat their way out of any containment. They usually are whatever was hindering them, and if nothing was, the biggest source of energy they could find. There were plenty of heroics at the start, going in guns blazing and all that. But zombies don't die, they just keep coming in endless droves. So we did all we could. We admitted defeat and hid. From all over the world people were evacuated to a mountainous region in the US, I'm not sure where exactly. Not because its hidden, because it doesn't matter. The US military had started bombing the mountain, creating a massive entrance into it, dozens of not hundreds of machines digging ever deeper. We've heard rumours that similar caves and hideouts are being built all over the world, though we have no way to confirm this. We didn't hesitate, the cave could collapse, we've no idea how much food and water is stored, we might be walking into our graves. But the alternative of staying outside is even worse. At least in the tunnels we have a chance. Luckily packing this many people together with nothing to do except survive leads to creative solutions. A fair bit of whatever machinery was around had been repurposed into air purifiers and water reclaimers, all working on manpower of course, meaning that after just a week inside we could completely and utterly lock ourselves in. And we survived. Or food dwindled and many died, but we learned to farm the mushrooms that grew in damp caves. There is no telling when the surface will be safe again, or even if it ever will be. But since exploring outside would mean opening our safe haven we've all agreed, no expeditions are to be allowed for 100 years. ALIENS --- Once all vessels were in place, activating the virus almost immediately affected the dead. These corpses responded very well to the virus and further monitoring was deemed unnecessary, so we pulled back and waited. No scans, no contact. Some species took to searching the skies for help in situations like this, we couldnt let them fidnd us until we deemed the time was right. And so we waited for a quarter of this planet's year. We were not prepared for what we found. The craters could be seen even from low orbit, massive holes that probably wiped out entire cities. Surface scans revealed no signs of sentient life anywhere, and worse, no signs of our virus. However, the empire of the One Mind did not come to be this big by acting rash. So we scanned more, the full spectrum, even going so far as to send unmanned drones down to take visual records. All this has led or scientists to the following conclusion. Somehow they knew aliens were responsible and try realised they would come back. And so they exposed the atmosphere to as much radiation as possible, how is currently unclear but we assume they somehow created an explosive device out of radioactive materials. The infected grew cancerous tumours, and with the virus in full swing those tumours grew big, big enough to make movement impossible. The video feeds had shown the withered husks laying about, consumed by themselves and then died, becoming a beacon of radiation themselves. The atmosphere was so lethal, the cost to purify it would almost exceed this planet's worth. As for the inhabitants, they dug themselves in deep. Creating vast networks of tunnels and caverns with near infinite places to lay ambushes or traps. Sending our troops down there would lead to lengthy guerrilla warfare, causing loss of life far beyond the allowed count, not to mention we'd have to kill them all, leaving none to serve the One Mind as slaves and guides. We underestimated them, but we'll not so so again when we return, and we will return. what happened --- Humans never knew aliens were involved, they just fled and survived the only place they could think of. Down. The zombies continued consuming until there was nothing living left to consume. Then they turned to the energy they felt. Electricity, gas, fuel, all consumed unto they started going for nuclear power. The power plants and the stored nukes. All of which exploded when they were being eaten. No human ever hatched a plan, no alien was ever seen. But the aliens assumed it was all intentional and now give the humans credit for what they never intended. Zombies, aliens and humanity is the victor, kind of, without humans ever being special or smart
	[WP] An alien race conquers worlds by starting a zombie apocalypse and later coming down and offering "salvation" in exchange for subjection, so far this has never failed, until they reach Earth and find humanity has already defeated the zombies and is waiting for them...	It wasn’t supposed to be like this. After thousands of civilizations, across hundreds of star systems, we’ve been the conquerors and the salvation. “We’ve lost contact with the legions in sectors 3 through 8, and 15 through 19.” More legions in various sectors, all losing one fight after another. This was supposed to be a routine subjugation: technologically inferior race, release a virus in the populace, once panic ensues swoop in and cure the disease and become benevolent saviors under our heel. What initially started out as a mass panic of death, confusion and destruction should’ve led to the desired results, however we did not foresee how well they responded. Governments would’ve been fractured, fearful of the repercussions of pointing their weapons against their populace, yet the populace themselves were the first to be organized, small but effective teams would systematically destroy our creations without remorse for their kin. “This was a failure. One that we may not have the opportunity to react.” After one cycle, we were to have come and brought upon their freedom. Their lives would be forfeit to our might and technology. Yet these humans, they revel in conflict amongst themselves, and now they direct it to us. “Multiple nuclear warheads confirmed detonation in the Petral capital ship!” Report after report of loses both in the ground and our ships, we had no choice but to leave. Nuclear warheads, a thirst for war, unified yet diverse in their indiscriminate attention to friend and foe, in hindsight they were supposed to be the easiest. Now, after completing one cycle in this system, humanity is the greatest threat to all living life. “Incoming warhead at starboard. Brace for impact!” A loud clang as the missile shot through the armor of my ship. “Status report?” “No detonation, the warhead has pierced an area of our hull. Instructing the engineering team to assess the damage.” “Once we’ve cleared the warhead, inform all surviving legions and ships to withdraw and prep for warp.” “Understood, Captain.” As the officers’ scramble to get our legions to the ships, I could only hope that our men return home safely. This is not the war of conquest that we are used to, but a one-sided affair of destruction. “Captain, it appears the humans are also attempting to hack our systems. The warhead that pierced the hull is a data receiver.” “Have the engineers rid of the warhead! Quickly, before they gather information about our worlds!” “Engineers on site as we speak, Captain.” “Bridge to Mansan, status report?” “…” “Bridge to Mansan, status report?” “…” “Get me a feed on the hull breach.” The monitor lit up, showing a video feed of the area. The team was out cold. Knocked out by what appears to be a gaseous substance. “Get the medical team up there and send the backup team with HAZMAT suits.” “Ship wide comms are down due to the hacking.” “Damnit! I’ll relay the order to the ship comms, fight off the hack as best as you can!” I sprang forth from the chair, darting as fast as I could to the manual override for ship wide comms. I need to save as many of my men as possible. The fleet, the legions and my crew, we need to get back. As soon as the door from the bridge opened, a frenzied swarm of my crew jumped in. _____________________________________________________________________________________ Second post! Hello again folks of r/WritimgPrompts. I'm just a new guy here trying to write. I know I have a lot of work ahead of me but any feedback is greatly appreciated! Though as long as I can post here and I get some small upvotes and feedback that'd be great! Shoutout to the guy who upvoted my first post, was personally not expecting an upvote, but thank you very much!	Apothicos removed his baseball bat from the crushed skill of a zombie. Mara’s insignia had been bloodied by the violence, so the Acolyte of Suffering used the zombie’s shirt to clean it. Can’t disrespect the Lord that way. “Did we meet the deadline?” Apothicos asked, shouting over to the rest of his team a few feet away. “Right on time, actually.” Cambia wiped his tachi clean with a white cloth. Once he was finished, with just a look, he collected the blood off the cloth into a red sphere, then let it splash into the top hatch of a Humvee. The cloth was perfectly white again, and he stored it in the back of his ripped jeans. “Our visitors should be reaching us in about an hour. Lucy, how does this go down again?” The gangster Cambia directed his question to was looting the dead bodies of police officers and military personnel for ammunition and personal information, as well as raw cash. “Xarvan V…uh…there were just a few survivors left. Small pockets here ‘n there...” He began. “Fuckin’ crazy how we thought that planet always just had zombies naturally. Come to find out that was a project multiple centuries old.” Alabaster shook his head nearby, standing up from a small ritual space made of flowers, sage, and numerous IDs and dog tags of soldiers and law enforcement. Among these identifiers were also special symbols and emblems of different heroes and villains who lost their lives in the fighting. “Yeah...that was wild. After waitin’ all’em years, the Galactic Confederation of Y’uva pulled up. Me and Allie were gone by then but kept in contact with a few contacts on the planet. Took’em about a few weeks to end the zombies, unsurprisingly. We gave’em the tip that it was all a plot from the jump, but when the rebellion started, it was too late. They almost got wiped out if it wasn’t for me and Vindel pullin’ back up to get a few off-world.” He finished, getting on the trunk of a car to lay across it. He rested his katana next to him, and looked toward the sky. The clouds remained split by The Beam, the huge, red light which served as the focal point for the zombies to spawn as well as a communication signal to the Galactic Confederation. “Ara ara…such long-lasting arrogance and tyranny. Are your friends safe now?” He asked, before getting to more salient topics. “Yeah, while we were here re-establishin’ manifest destiny on the undead, they were out in Asia using what they knew to wipe out the plague there. They’re ready for the aliens too.” He explained, smirking. “Yeah, what was that there plan again? I dun f’got.” Sorian asked from the top of his horse, reloading his lever-action rifle. “Big lasers. Shuttles to counter-invade their ship. Kill’em before they know what’s good and send’em a message.” Vindel said, appearing from a portal. Behind him, through the aperture in space, was a military installation in the African savannah. “Dad, every major continental coalition is ready with the ioneric cannons and boarding craft.” He informed, uncloaking himself. “All major oceans and seas also have their underwater defense systems operational and aimed at the sky. The subterranean bases are ready too, prepared for space battle.” Djinn has materialized from the embers around the group, fire gathering, blackening, and then shaping his body. “Never thought I’d have to say some shit like that.” “Mara’s also got some of the other gods ready to help us fight. This is gonna be a messy one, because more archangels and gods are on the side of these aliens than I thought.” Apothicos said, clearly worried. “This isn’t the first time we’re underdogs and it certainly won’t be the last.” Cambia’s sword was sheathed, and he addressed the other six men before him. “Be it institutional oppression in our own homeland, or intergalactic oppression from beyond the atmosphere, we’ll win anyway. That’s what Succubus Wing is about, my boys.” “Alabaster, Sorian, join Lupina and Peaches in Australia and South America, respectively. You’ll be in the first wave.” Cambia commanded. They immediately went through different portals, courtesy of devices on their wrists. “Apothicos, meet Sienna over in Central America. You’ll be the second.” “Got it. Let’s hope she doesn’t kick my ass on sight again.” He left through a portal. “Vindel. You what have the others said?” Cambia asked his son. “They’re all on-board with us, though it took a little while to get Suiton to come along. Suiton’s son and his kids are safe, and us adults are gonna lead a few angels and archangels, as well as handle deployment from the Arctic and Antarctic groups, as well as the ocean and underground forces. We’re Main Wave 1, right after Apothicos and Sienna.” “Make me proud son, as you always do. Keep your grandfather in check, and follow Goblin and Camellia before anyone else. He may be the Elysian God of Chaos, but they’ve got their heads on straighter than the rest.” He sent him off with a nod, and they exchanged smiles before Vindel disappeared from sight. “Lucia. Head back to New Antetime. I’ll be joining you and the rest of the gang in Main Wave 2, alongside the rest of the North American groups. Once we take them over, we’ll be the ones going in first to their planet.” He assured, Lucia’s face flaring up with excitement. “Can’t wait to ram their whole fleet into their damn planet. Gonna fuck’em all up.” He went through a portal. “Fuck’em up, Lucy.” Cambia encouraged with a wave, then turned to Djinn. He sighed, finally letting the fatigue show on his face. He stumbled back a bit, and rested on a car. “I feel you.” Djinn muttered, looking out into the distance. “Oh, don’t show me empathy now of all times, partner.” Cambia laughed. “I might sleep a bit before we head out.” He yawned loud. “The kids’ll keep you up. A’ivesta hasn’t seen you in weeks, and Aoede’s a weeb in Japan. You know he’s gonna show you all kinds of shit.” Djinn chuckled. “Adrastea’s on my mind with that more than anything. She’ll tackle me once I get there, and hang on me like a backpack until deployment.” He reminisced on every time she did that to him. “Go now then, so she can get over it by the time you have to go. Make sure Bella and I don’t have to do much work when we get there last. I want to enjoy Africa as much as possible and then stay chill once we get there.” Djinn dematerialized. “I’ll have to do something about all those body pillows Aoede bought. Ara, ara...” Cambia disappeared as well, looking down at his phone with a broad grin.
	[WP] An alien race conquers worlds by starting a zombie apocalypse and later coming down and offering "salvation" in exchange for subjection, so far this has never failed, until they reach Earth and find humanity has already defeated the zombies and is waiting for them...	“Well, that was easy.” A mere three months after the zombie outbreak, all had been contained. Casualties were massive and felt everywhere, but in the end it only resulted in about 15% of the human population destroyed. The one thing that it left the humans with was the only thing the aliens were afraid of, knowledge. The sickness had been reverse engineered, leading to huge breakthroughs in genetics, and most importantly the widespread use of biohacking. There wasn’t a child born anymore that didn’t have tear-resistant skin, or immunity to all disease. There were side effects sure, but having bulletproof skin was worth it, even if it was slightly blue. Being able to shock someone with your skin by using the electrical gradient already existing in your cells was worth a little chip implanted into your brain. The invaders returned five years later to the remnants of humanity, still hated and remembered for taking a loved one from almost everyone on earth. The sleek ship descended from the heavens to land at the designated spot, with a battalion of the most heavily modified soldiers waiting for them. The ship touched down, and the doors opened. The aliens walked out, but they looked human. Except for their blue skin, and the scars where the chip had been implanted in their brain. The zombies weren’t the infection, it was what man did with them that was. With a few high placed government officials that survived the outbreak the aliens had already taken over. Humanity was no longer human. A deep hum began to emanate from the ship, and slowly each soldier dropped their weapon and mindlessly walked toward their new masters.	Apothicos removed his baseball bat from the crushed skill of a zombie. Mara’s insignia had been bloodied by the violence, so the Acolyte of Suffering used the zombie’s shirt to clean it. Can’t disrespect the Lord that way. “Did we meet the deadline?” Apothicos asked, shouting over to the rest of his team a few feet away. “Right on time, actually.” Cambia wiped his tachi clean with a white cloth. Once he was finished, with just a look, he collected the blood off the cloth into a red sphere, then let it splash into the top hatch of a Humvee. The cloth was perfectly white again, and he stored it in the back of his ripped jeans. “Our visitors should be reaching us in about an hour. Lucy, how does this go down again?” The gangster Cambia directed his question to was looting the dead bodies of police officers and military personnel for ammunition and personal information, as well as raw cash. “Xarvan V…uh…there were just a few survivors left. Small pockets here ‘n there...” He began. “Fuckin’ crazy how we thought that planet always just had zombies naturally. Come to find out that was a project multiple centuries old.” Alabaster shook his head nearby, standing up from a small ritual space made of flowers, sage, and numerous IDs and dog tags of soldiers and law enforcement. Among these identifiers were also special symbols and emblems of different heroes and villains who lost their lives in the fighting. “Yeah...that was wild. After waitin’ all’em years, the Galactic Confederation of Y’uva pulled up. Me and Allie were gone by then but kept in contact with a few contacts on the planet. Took’em about a few weeks to end the zombies, unsurprisingly. We gave’em the tip that it was all a plot from the jump, but when the rebellion started, it was too late. They almost got wiped out if it wasn’t for me and Vindel pullin’ back up to get a few off-world.” He finished, getting on the trunk of a car to lay across it. He rested his katana next to him, and looked toward the sky. The clouds remained split by The Beam, the huge, red light which served as the focal point for the zombies to spawn as well as a communication signal to the Galactic Confederation. “Ara ara…such long-lasting arrogance and tyranny. Are your friends safe now?” He asked, before getting to more salient topics. “Yeah, while we were here re-establishin’ manifest destiny on the undead, they were out in Asia using what they knew to wipe out the plague there. They’re ready for the aliens too.” He explained, smirking. “Yeah, what was that there plan again? I dun f’got.” Sorian asked from the top of his horse, reloading his lever-action rifle. “Big lasers. Shuttles to counter-invade their ship. Kill’em before they know what’s good and send’em a message.” Vindel said, appearing from a portal. Behind him, through the aperture in space, was a military installation in the African savannah. “Dad, every major continental coalition is ready with the ioneric cannons and boarding craft.” He informed, uncloaking himself. “All major oceans and seas also have their underwater defense systems operational and aimed at the sky. The subterranean bases are ready too, prepared for space battle.” Djinn has materialized from the embers around the group, fire gathering, blackening, and then shaping his body. “Never thought I’d have to say some shit like that.” “Mara’s also got some of the other gods ready to help us fight. This is gonna be a messy one, because more archangels and gods are on the side of these aliens than I thought.” Apothicos said, clearly worried. “This isn’t the first time we’re underdogs and it certainly won’t be the last.” Cambia’s sword was sheathed, and he addressed the other six men before him. “Be it institutional oppression in our own homeland, or intergalactic oppression from beyond the atmosphere, we’ll win anyway. That’s what Succubus Wing is about, my boys.” “Alabaster, Sorian, join Lupina and Peaches in Australia and South America, respectively. You’ll be in the first wave.” Cambia commanded. They immediately went through different portals, courtesy of devices on their wrists. “Apothicos, meet Sienna over in Central America. You’ll be the second.” “Got it. Let’s hope she doesn’t kick my ass on sight again.” He left through a portal. “Vindel. You what have the others said?” Cambia asked his son. “They’re all on-board with us, though it took a little while to get Suiton to come along. Suiton’s son and his kids are safe, and us adults are gonna lead a few angels and archangels, as well as handle deployment from the Arctic and Antarctic groups, as well as the ocean and underground forces. We’re Main Wave 1, right after Apothicos and Sienna.” “Make me proud son, as you always do. Keep your grandfather in check, and follow Goblin and Camellia before anyone else. He may be the Elysian God of Chaos, but they’ve got their heads on straighter than the rest.” He sent him off with a nod, and they exchanged smiles before Vindel disappeared from sight. “Lucia. Head back to New Antetime. I’ll be joining you and the rest of the gang in Main Wave 2, alongside the rest of the North American groups. Once we take them over, we’ll be the ones going in first to their planet.” He assured, Lucia’s face flaring up with excitement. “Can’t wait to ram their whole fleet into their damn planet. Gonna fuck’em all up.” He went through a portal. “Fuck’em up, Lucy.” Cambia encouraged with a wave, then turned to Djinn. He sighed, finally letting the fatigue show on his face. He stumbled back a bit, and rested on a car. “I feel you.” Djinn muttered, looking out into the distance. “Oh, don’t show me empathy now of all times, partner.” Cambia laughed. “I might sleep a bit before we head out.” He yawned loud. “The kids’ll keep you up. A’ivesta hasn’t seen you in weeks, and Aoede’s a weeb in Japan. You know he’s gonna show you all kinds of shit.” Djinn chuckled. “Adrastea’s on my mind with that more than anything. She’ll tackle me once I get there, and hang on me like a backpack until deployment.” He reminisced on every time she did that to him. “Go now then, so she can get over it by the time you have to go. Make sure Bella and I don’t have to do much work when we get there last. I want to enjoy Africa as much as possible and then stay chill once we get there.” Djinn dematerialized. “I’ll have to do something about all those body pillows Aoede bought. Ara, ara...” Cambia disappeared as well, looking down at his phone with a broad grin.
	[WP] An alien race conquers worlds by starting a zombie apocalypse and later coming down and offering "salvation" in exchange for subjection, so far this has never failed, until they reach Earth and find humanity has already defeated the zombies and is waiting for them...	“The world”,thought Sandra”Is more united now than it ever was” The infection had begun in New Dheli, turning millions into the undead. Sandra remembers the stench of the flesh gone unwashed, crawling with maggots. She remembers the screams of her friends as they were torn to pieces by the horde. She had crawled through the streets like a rat in the night, hiding from the real vermin that hunted her. She slept in locked rooms in the day, collapsing weary from exhaustion. A week after the initial outbreak, she had been rescued. The helicopter had flown overhead, making her hair wave in the wind. The black rope ladder had dropped, and she had climbed it. She was brought to a survivor’s camp 30 kilometres away, where she was questioned about the circumstances of that first day. The accounts all added up. A long, triangular craft was seen over the city by all survivors the day beforehand. This was also the case in Tokyo and New York, where similar outbreaks had occurred. Five years had passed. Sandra had settled in Mumbai, married, and had given birth to a child. She heard the craft before she saw it. Long and triangular. Them. The craft hovered over the car park, while a hatch opened underneath it. Out stepped an alien, one of Them. Two metres tall and totally translucent, its skeleton a sharp contrast to the setting sun. It opened its mouth.” People of Ear-“ its sentence cut short by a bullet, fired from a kilometre away, into its semblance of a skull. A group of soldiers rushed on board, firing at everything that moved. Standing on her balcony a mile away, Sandra and her husband watched all this, while he cradled their baby in his arms. No longer would they live in fear of a repeat of The Scourge, which had plagued them five years ago. It was now their tormentors on the receiving end of the whip. This is my first prompt and I’m on mobile, so sorry about the bad formatting. I’d be interested in any feedback at all!	Apothicos removed his baseball bat from the crushed skill of a zombie. Mara’s insignia had been bloodied by the violence, so the Acolyte of Suffering used the zombie’s shirt to clean it. Can’t disrespect the Lord that way. “Did we meet the deadline?” Apothicos asked, shouting over to the rest of his team a few feet away. “Right on time, actually.” Cambia wiped his tachi clean with a white cloth. Once he was finished, with just a look, he collected the blood off the cloth into a red sphere, then let it splash into the top hatch of a Humvee. The cloth was perfectly white again, and he stored it in the back of his ripped jeans. “Our visitors should be reaching us in about an hour. Lucy, how does this go down again?” The gangster Cambia directed his question to was looting the dead bodies of police officers and military personnel for ammunition and personal information, as well as raw cash. “Xarvan V…uh…there were just a few survivors left. Small pockets here ‘n there...” He began. “Fuckin’ crazy how we thought that planet always just had zombies naturally. Come to find out that was a project multiple centuries old.” Alabaster shook his head nearby, standing up from a small ritual space made of flowers, sage, and numerous IDs and dog tags of soldiers and law enforcement. Among these identifiers were also special symbols and emblems of different heroes and villains who lost their lives in the fighting. “Yeah...that was wild. After waitin’ all’em years, the Galactic Confederation of Y’uva pulled up. Me and Allie were gone by then but kept in contact with a few contacts on the planet. Took’em about a few weeks to end the zombies, unsurprisingly. We gave’em the tip that it was all a plot from the jump, but when the rebellion started, it was too late. They almost got wiped out if it wasn’t for me and Vindel pullin’ back up to get a few off-world.” He finished, getting on the trunk of a car to lay across it. He rested his katana next to him, and looked toward the sky. The clouds remained split by The Beam, the huge, red light which served as the focal point for the zombies to spawn as well as a communication signal to the Galactic Confederation. “Ara ara…such long-lasting arrogance and tyranny. Are your friends safe now?” He asked, before getting to more salient topics. “Yeah, while we were here re-establishin’ manifest destiny on the undead, they were out in Asia using what they knew to wipe out the plague there. They’re ready for the aliens too.” He explained, smirking. “Yeah, what was that there plan again? I dun f’got.” Sorian asked from the top of his horse, reloading his lever-action rifle. “Big lasers. Shuttles to counter-invade their ship. Kill’em before they know what’s good and send’em a message.” Vindel said, appearing from a portal. Behind him, through the aperture in space, was a military installation in the African savannah. “Dad, every major continental coalition is ready with the ioneric cannons and boarding craft.” He informed, uncloaking himself. “All major oceans and seas also have their underwater defense systems operational and aimed at the sky. The subterranean bases are ready too, prepared for space battle.” Djinn has materialized from the embers around the group, fire gathering, blackening, and then shaping his body. “Never thought I’d have to say some shit like that.” “Mara’s also got some of the other gods ready to help us fight. This is gonna be a messy one, because more archangels and gods are on the side of these aliens than I thought.” Apothicos said, clearly worried. “This isn’t the first time we’re underdogs and it certainly won’t be the last.” Cambia’s sword was sheathed, and he addressed the other six men before him. “Be it institutional oppression in our own homeland, or intergalactic oppression from beyond the atmosphere, we’ll win anyway. That’s what Succubus Wing is about, my boys.” “Alabaster, Sorian, join Lupina and Peaches in Australia and South America, respectively. You’ll be in the first wave.” Cambia commanded. They immediately went through different portals, courtesy of devices on their wrists. “Apothicos, meet Sienna over in Central America. You’ll be the second.” “Got it. Let’s hope she doesn’t kick my ass on sight again.” He left through a portal. “Vindel. You what have the others said?” Cambia asked his son. “They’re all on-board with us, though it took a little while to get Suiton to come along. Suiton’s son and his kids are safe, and us adults are gonna lead a few angels and archangels, as well as handle deployment from the Arctic and Antarctic groups, as well as the ocean and underground forces. We’re Main Wave 1, right after Apothicos and Sienna.” “Make me proud son, as you always do. Keep your grandfather in check, and follow Goblin and Camellia before anyone else. He may be the Elysian God of Chaos, but they’ve got their heads on straighter than the rest.” He sent him off with a nod, and they exchanged smiles before Vindel disappeared from sight. “Lucia. Head back to New Antetime. I’ll be joining you and the rest of the gang in Main Wave 2, alongside the rest of the North American groups. Once we take them over, we’ll be the ones going in first to their planet.” He assured, Lucia’s face flaring up with excitement. “Can’t wait to ram their whole fleet into their damn planet. Gonna fuck’em all up.” He went through a portal. “Fuck’em up, Lucy.” Cambia encouraged with a wave, then turned to Djinn. He sighed, finally letting the fatigue show on his face. He stumbled back a bit, and rested on a car. “I feel you.” Djinn muttered, looking out into the distance. “Oh, don’t show me empathy now of all times, partner.” Cambia laughed. “I might sleep a bit before we head out.” He yawned loud. “The kids’ll keep you up. A’ivesta hasn’t seen you in weeks, and Aoede’s a weeb in Japan. You know he’s gonna show you all kinds of shit.” Djinn chuckled. “Adrastea’s on my mind with that more than anything. She’ll tackle me once I get there, and hang on me like a backpack until deployment.” He reminisced on every time she did that to him. “Go now then, so she can get over it by the time you have to go. Make sure Bella and I don’t have to do much work when we get there last. I want to enjoy Africa as much as possible and then stay chill once we get there.” Djinn dematerialized. “I’ll have to do something about all those body pillows Aoede bought. Ara, ara...” Cambia disappeared as well, looking down at his phone with a broad grin.
	[WP] An alien race conquers worlds by starting a zombie apocalypse and later coming down and offering "salvation" in exchange for subjection, so far this has never failed, until they reach Earth and find humanity has already defeated the zombies and is waiting for them...	"Uh, Commander Zarg?" I sheepishly asked as our commander entered the room. He sighed, "What now, Pafros? Did your favorite zombie get blasted to smithereens for the umpteenth time?" "Well, yes," I replied, "but, ah, so did every other zombie." The mug he held fell and shattered. "WHAT?" Zarg shouted, "Move aside, you fool," he said shoving me out of my chair. "Commander, they've all been obliterated. Turns out this planet has been modified to be able to revert to what appears to be its normal temperature of 267 degrees Fahrenheit in just one press of a button. All of our virus's hosts just melted, and now it's back to a cooler temperature." "And what of the backups?" Zarg asked in a demanding tone, "Please tell me—" "They got used too. And the next batch of the viruses isn't near close to evolving to withstand these temperatures." Zarg fell to his knees, banging on the floor with both clenched fists. "Dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit! How could this fail!? We were this close to dominating this universe too!" He continued shouting curses and walloping the floor when a sudden thud caught both our attentions. A small capsule had situated itself against the front of my window, and began to open, revealing a screen. It began to play a short recording, titled "Oldschool_victory_taunt.vid" We feared for our lives, but it just began playing a simple, but irritating melody, with the strangest lyrics I ever heard: ♪We're no strangers to love. You know the rules, and so do I.....♪ This continued playing for some time, until the door to the room we were in suddenly opened, revealing a small human crew. "Well I'll be damned, the distraction actually worked. Nice thinking, general." Chuckled one of the humans and older one of the party simply nodded and laughed to himself. "Anywho, you fellas just made us turn off our Global Warming Immunity System, which put us in even more debt than we were already in to ourselves. Y'all better pay up soon, or else we're gonna need to use these neat lookin' guns we found." I was about to speak up, but Commander Zarg rose up and silenced me. "Hush, you buffoon, let me handle this." He stood up, and began to give a short speech. "Denizens of Earth—" He got cut off, primarily because there was now a hole going through his forehead, which was followed up by more shots from the small human crew. I was frozen in fear, but tried to scurry off to somewhere to hide amongst the ruckus. But it was to no avail, for I soon found myself in a puddle of my own blood. There was a slight pain, but then it all went dark.	Apothicos removed his baseball bat from the crushed skill of a zombie. Mara’s insignia had been bloodied by the violence, so the Acolyte of Suffering used the zombie’s shirt to clean it. Can’t disrespect the Lord that way. “Did we meet the deadline?” Apothicos asked, shouting over to the rest of his team a few feet away. “Right on time, actually.” Cambia wiped his tachi clean with a white cloth. Once he was finished, with just a look, he collected the blood off the cloth into a red sphere, then let it splash into the top hatch of a Humvee. The cloth was perfectly white again, and he stored it in the back of his ripped jeans. “Our visitors should be reaching us in about an hour. Lucy, how does this go down again?” The gangster Cambia directed his question to was looting the dead bodies of police officers and military personnel for ammunition and personal information, as well as raw cash. “Xarvan V…uh…there were just a few survivors left. Small pockets here ‘n there...” He began. “Fuckin’ crazy how we thought that planet always just had zombies naturally. Come to find out that was a project multiple centuries old.” Alabaster shook his head nearby, standing up from a small ritual space made of flowers, sage, and numerous IDs and dog tags of soldiers and law enforcement. Among these identifiers were also special symbols and emblems of different heroes and villains who lost their lives in the fighting. “Yeah...that was wild. After waitin’ all’em years, the Galactic Confederation of Y’uva pulled up. Me and Allie were gone by then but kept in contact with a few contacts on the planet. Took’em about a few weeks to end the zombies, unsurprisingly. We gave’em the tip that it was all a plot from the jump, but when the rebellion started, it was too late. They almost got wiped out if it wasn’t for me and Vindel pullin’ back up to get a few off-world.” He finished, getting on the trunk of a car to lay across it. He rested his katana next to him, and looked toward the sky. The clouds remained split by The Beam, the huge, red light which served as the focal point for the zombies to spawn as well as a communication signal to the Galactic Confederation. “Ara ara…such long-lasting arrogance and tyranny. Are your friends safe now?” He asked, before getting to more salient topics. “Yeah, while we were here re-establishin’ manifest destiny on the undead, they were out in Asia using what they knew to wipe out the plague there. They’re ready for the aliens too.” He explained, smirking. “Yeah, what was that there plan again? I dun f’got.” Sorian asked from the top of his horse, reloading his lever-action rifle. “Big lasers. Shuttles to counter-invade their ship. Kill’em before they know what’s good and send’em a message.” Vindel said, appearing from a portal. Behind him, through the aperture in space, was a military installation in the African savannah. “Dad, every major continental coalition is ready with the ioneric cannons and boarding craft.” He informed, uncloaking himself. “All major oceans and seas also have their underwater defense systems operational and aimed at the sky. The subterranean bases are ready too, prepared for space battle.” Djinn has materialized from the embers around the group, fire gathering, blackening, and then shaping his body. “Never thought I’d have to say some shit like that.” “Mara’s also got some of the other gods ready to help us fight. This is gonna be a messy one, because more archangels and gods are on the side of these aliens than I thought.” Apothicos said, clearly worried. “This isn’t the first time we’re underdogs and it certainly won’t be the last.” Cambia’s sword was sheathed, and he addressed the other six men before him. “Be it institutional oppression in our own homeland, or intergalactic oppression from beyond the atmosphere, we’ll win anyway. That’s what Succubus Wing is about, my boys.” “Alabaster, Sorian, join Lupina and Peaches in Australia and South America, respectively. You’ll be in the first wave.” Cambia commanded. They immediately went through different portals, courtesy of devices on their wrists. “Apothicos, meet Sienna over in Central America. You’ll be the second.” “Got it. Let’s hope she doesn’t kick my ass on sight again.” He left through a portal. “Vindel. You what have the others said?” Cambia asked his son. “They’re all on-board with us, though it took a little while to get Suiton to come along. Suiton’s son and his kids are safe, and us adults are gonna lead a few angels and archangels, as well as handle deployment from the Arctic and Antarctic groups, as well as the ocean and underground forces. We’re Main Wave 1, right after Apothicos and Sienna.” “Make me proud son, as you always do. Keep your grandfather in check, and follow Goblin and Camellia before anyone else. He may be the Elysian God of Chaos, but they’ve got their heads on straighter than the rest.” He sent him off with a nod, and they exchanged smiles before Vindel disappeared from sight. “Lucia. Head back to New Antetime. I’ll be joining you and the rest of the gang in Main Wave 2, alongside the rest of the North American groups. Once we take them over, we’ll be the ones going in first to their planet.” He assured, Lucia’s face flaring up with excitement. “Can’t wait to ram their whole fleet into their damn planet. Gonna fuck’em all up.” He went through a portal. “Fuck’em up, Lucy.” Cambia encouraged with a wave, then turned to Djinn. He sighed, finally letting the fatigue show on his face. He stumbled back a bit, and rested on a car. “I feel you.” Djinn muttered, looking out into the distance. “Oh, don’t show me empathy now of all times, partner.” Cambia laughed. “I might sleep a bit before we head out.” He yawned loud. “The kids’ll keep you up. A’ivesta hasn’t seen you in weeks, and Aoede’s a weeb in Japan. You know he’s gonna show you all kinds of shit.” Djinn chuckled. “Adrastea’s on my mind with that more than anything. She’ll tackle me once I get there, and hang on me like a backpack until deployment.” He reminisced on every time she did that to him. “Go now then, so she can get over it by the time you have to go. Make sure Bella and I don’t have to do much work when we get there last. I want to enjoy Africa as much as possible and then stay chill once we get there.” Djinn dematerialized. “I’ll have to do something about all those body pillows Aoede bought. Ara, ara...” Cambia disappeared as well, looking down at his phone with a broad grin.
	[WP] An alien race conquers worlds by starting a zombie apocalypse and later coming down and offering "salvation" in exchange for subjection, so far this has never failed, until they reach Earth and find humanity has already defeated the zombies and is waiting for them...	“The humans are surviving as predicted.” Valree announced. “There is however a bit more infighting than expected.” “Not unheard of.” Hatun shrugged. “Remember the Teros people? Now that was infighting.” “Regardless I think it’s about time we ‘rescued’ our new servants.” All around him Valree saw nothing but affirmations as everyone’s neck crests expanded quickly in a show of support. Despite this being a crucial part of the operation, everyone simply looked bored. It had become so routine. “Missiles loaded, lasers charged and the speaker will go live soon.” The pilot announced, their name escaping Valree for the moment. “Bring it in low.” He told them. “I want the humans to hear us before they can see us, let the anticipation and mystery build.” “Yes sir.” Moments later and the undead hordes had been destroyed leaving behind a ramshackle fortress surrounded by spikes, craters and corpses. Emerging from the stronghold were three men, all holding primitive projectile weapons, one of which even using string to launch their payloads. Judging from their faces and what I remembered from the pamphlets I read, they were wary. Despite the weapons they held, I held no fear in my heart. Even if they unloaded everything they had at me, my personal forcefield would hold. “Rejoice humans!” I announced, pulling savior speech #38 from my mind. “For we have come to destroy your enemies.” “Oh.” One of them said, my translator changing their speech into something with a Morsotian accent. “Thanks I guess.” “There is no need to be so reserved, my people upon seeing your plight have decided to save you.” “Uhh, nah it’s okay, we got it from here.” I faltered, the script said nothing about this. Over confidence perhaps? Pride? None of these things were shown on the human’s faces but then again, it was hard to tell coming from a species that had no crest. “You do not wish to be saved?” “I mean, I guess but like I said, we got it from here.” “You… got it from here.” “To be honest I kinda wish you hadn’t blown them all up, the boys and I were having lots of fun.” “Fun.” “Yeah, I mean, zombies everywhere with guns, what more could you want?” His jaw split open revealing rows upon rows of yellowed gnashers. Not exactly what I’d call intimidating but certainly disturbing enough that I almost forgot that this was supposed to be a sign of happiness. Well, if they were happy then at least I was making progress? “You consider all this destruction, all this death, fun?” “Hell yeah!” He cried out before discharging his weapon into the air. “USA! USA! USA!” Valree decided that this small group of humans were insane and decided to move onto the next group. Perhaps they would yield more sense.	Apothicos removed his baseball bat from the crushed skill of a zombie. Mara’s insignia had been bloodied by the violence, so the Acolyte of Suffering used the zombie’s shirt to clean it. Can’t disrespect the Lord that way. “Did we meet the deadline?” Apothicos asked, shouting over to the rest of his team a few feet away. “Right on time, actually.” Cambia wiped his tachi clean with a white cloth. Once he was finished, with just a look, he collected the blood off the cloth into a red sphere, then let it splash into the top hatch of a Humvee. The cloth was perfectly white again, and he stored it in the back of his ripped jeans. “Our visitors should be reaching us in about an hour. Lucy, how does this go down again?” The gangster Cambia directed his question to was looting the dead bodies of police officers and military personnel for ammunition and personal information, as well as raw cash. “Xarvan V…uh…there were just a few survivors left. Small pockets here ‘n there...” He began. “Fuckin’ crazy how we thought that planet always just had zombies naturally. Come to find out that was a project multiple centuries old.” Alabaster shook his head nearby, standing up from a small ritual space made of flowers, sage, and numerous IDs and dog tags of soldiers and law enforcement. Among these identifiers were also special symbols and emblems of different heroes and villains who lost their lives in the fighting. “Yeah...that was wild. After waitin’ all’em years, the Galactic Confederation of Y’uva pulled up. Me and Allie were gone by then but kept in contact with a few contacts on the planet. Took’em about a few weeks to end the zombies, unsurprisingly. We gave’em the tip that it was all a plot from the jump, but when the rebellion started, it was too late. They almost got wiped out if it wasn’t for me and Vindel pullin’ back up to get a few off-world.” He finished, getting on the trunk of a car to lay across it. He rested his katana next to him, and looked toward the sky. The clouds remained split by The Beam, the huge, red light which served as the focal point for the zombies to spawn as well as a communication signal to the Galactic Confederation. “Ara ara…such long-lasting arrogance and tyranny. Are your friends safe now?” He asked, before getting to more salient topics. “Yeah, while we were here re-establishin’ manifest destiny on the undead, they were out in Asia using what they knew to wipe out the plague there. They’re ready for the aliens too.” He explained, smirking. “Yeah, what was that there plan again? I dun f’got.” Sorian asked from the top of his horse, reloading his lever-action rifle. “Big lasers. Shuttles to counter-invade their ship. Kill’em before they know what’s good and send’em a message.” Vindel said, appearing from a portal. Behind him, through the aperture in space, was a military installation in the African savannah. “Dad, every major continental coalition is ready with the ioneric cannons and boarding craft.” He informed, uncloaking himself. “All major oceans and seas also have their underwater defense systems operational and aimed at the sky. The subterranean bases are ready too, prepared for space battle.” Djinn has materialized from the embers around the group, fire gathering, blackening, and then shaping his body. “Never thought I’d have to say some shit like that.” “Mara’s also got some of the other gods ready to help us fight. This is gonna be a messy one, because more archangels and gods are on the side of these aliens than I thought.” Apothicos said, clearly worried. “This isn’t the first time we’re underdogs and it certainly won’t be the last.” Cambia’s sword was sheathed, and he addressed the other six men before him. “Be it institutional oppression in our own homeland, or intergalactic oppression from beyond the atmosphere, we’ll win anyway. That’s what Succubus Wing is about, my boys.” “Alabaster, Sorian, join Lupina and Peaches in Australia and South America, respectively. You’ll be in the first wave.” Cambia commanded. They immediately went through different portals, courtesy of devices on their wrists. “Apothicos, meet Sienna over in Central America. You’ll be the second.” “Got it. Let’s hope she doesn’t kick my ass on sight again.” He left through a portal. “Vindel. You what have the others said?” Cambia asked his son. “They’re all on-board with us, though it took a little while to get Suiton to come along. Suiton’s son and his kids are safe, and us adults are gonna lead a few angels and archangels, as well as handle deployment from the Arctic and Antarctic groups, as well as the ocean and underground forces. We’re Main Wave 1, right after Apothicos and Sienna.” “Make me proud son, as you always do. Keep your grandfather in check, and follow Goblin and Camellia before anyone else. He may be the Elysian God of Chaos, but they’ve got their heads on straighter than the rest.” He sent him off with a nod, and they exchanged smiles before Vindel disappeared from sight. “Lucia. Head back to New Antetime. I’ll be joining you and the rest of the gang in Main Wave 2, alongside the rest of the North American groups. Once we take them over, we’ll be the ones going in first to their planet.” He assured, Lucia’s face flaring up with excitement. “Can’t wait to ram their whole fleet into their damn planet. Gonna fuck’em all up.” He went through a portal. “Fuck’em up, Lucy.” Cambia encouraged with a wave, then turned to Djinn. He sighed, finally letting the fatigue show on his face. He stumbled back a bit, and rested on a car. “I feel you.” Djinn muttered, looking out into the distance. “Oh, don’t show me empathy now of all times, partner.” Cambia laughed. “I might sleep a bit before we head out.” He yawned loud. “The kids’ll keep you up. A’ivesta hasn’t seen you in weeks, and Aoede’s a weeb in Japan. You know he’s gonna show you all kinds of shit.” Djinn chuckled. “Adrastea’s on my mind with that more than anything. She’ll tackle me once I get there, and hang on me like a backpack until deployment.” He reminisced on every time she did that to him. “Go now then, so she can get over it by the time you have to go. Make sure Bella and I don’t have to do much work when we get there last. I want to enjoy Africa as much as possible and then stay chill once we get there.” Djinn dematerialized. “I’ll have to do something about all those body pillows Aoede bought. Ara, ara...” Cambia disappeared as well, looking down at his phone with a broad grin.
	[WP] An alien race conquers worlds by starting a zombie apocalypse and later coming down and offering "salvation" in exchange for subjection, so far this has never failed, until they reach Earth and find humanity has already defeated the zombies and is waiting for them...	“The world”,thought Sandra”Is more united now than it ever was” The infection had begun in New Dheli, turning millions into the undead. Sandra remembers the stench of the flesh gone unwashed, crawling with maggots. She remembers the screams of her friends as they were torn to pieces by the horde. She had crawled through the streets like a rat in the night, hiding from the real vermin that hunted her. She slept in locked rooms in the day, collapsing weary from exhaustion. A week after the initial outbreak, she had been rescued. The helicopter had flown overhead, making her hair wave in the wind. The black rope ladder had dropped, and she had climbed it. She was brought to a survivor’s camp 30 kilometres away, where she was questioned about the circumstances of that first day. The accounts all added up. A long, triangular craft was seen over the city by all survivors the day beforehand. This was also the case in Tokyo and New York, where similar outbreaks had occurred. Five years had passed. Sandra had settled in Mumbai, married, and had given birth to a child. She heard the craft before she saw it. Long and triangular. Them. The craft hovered over the car park, while a hatch opened underneath it. Out stepped an alien, one of Them. Two metres tall and totally translucent, its skeleton a sharp contrast to the setting sun. It opened its mouth.” People of Ear-“ its sentence cut short by a bullet, fired from a kilometre away, into its semblance of a skull. A group of soldiers rushed on board, firing at everything that moved. Standing on her balcony a mile away, Sandra and her husband watched all this, while he cradled their baby in his arms. No longer would they live in fear of a repeat of The Scourge, which had plagued them five years ago. It was now their tormentors on the receiving end of the whip. This is my first prompt and I’m on mobile, so sorry about the bad formatting. I’d be interested in any feedback at all!	“Well, that was easy.” A mere three months after the zombie outbreak, all had been contained. Casualties were massive and felt everywhere, but in the end it only resulted in about 15% of the human population destroyed. The one thing that it left the humans with was the only thing the aliens were afraid of, knowledge. The sickness had been reverse engineered, leading to huge breakthroughs in genetics, and most importantly the widespread use of biohacking. There wasn’t a child born anymore that didn’t have tear-resistant skin, or immunity to all disease. There were side effects sure, but having bulletproof skin was worth it, even if it was slightly blue. Being able to shock someone with your skin by using the electrical gradient already existing in your cells was worth a little chip implanted into your brain. The invaders returned five years later to the remnants of humanity, still hated and remembered for taking a loved one from almost everyone on earth. The sleek ship descended from the heavens to land at the designated spot, with a battalion of the most heavily modified soldiers waiting for them. The ship touched down, and the doors opened. The aliens walked out, but they looked human. Except for their blue skin, and the scars where the chip had been implanted in their brain. The zombies weren’t the infection, it was what man did with them that was. With a few high placed government officials that survived the outbreak the aliens had already taken over. Humanity was no longer human. A deep hum began to emanate from the ship, and slowly each soldier dropped their weapon and mindlessly walked toward their new masters.
	[WP] An alien race conquers worlds by starting a zombie apocalypse and later coming down and offering "salvation" in exchange for subjection, so far this has never failed, until they reach Earth and find humanity has already defeated the zombies and is waiting for them...	“The humans are surviving as predicted.” Valree announced. “There is however a bit more infighting than expected.” “Not unheard of.” Hatun shrugged. “Remember the Teros people? Now that was infighting.” “Regardless I think it’s about time we ‘rescued’ our new servants.” All around him Valree saw nothing but affirmations as everyone’s neck crests expanded quickly in a show of support. Despite this being a crucial part of the operation, everyone simply looked bored. It had become so routine. “Missiles loaded, lasers charged and the speaker will go live soon.” The pilot announced, their name escaping Valree for the moment. “Bring it in low.” He told them. “I want the humans to hear us before they can see us, let the anticipation and mystery build.” “Yes sir.” Moments later and the undead hordes had been destroyed leaving behind a ramshackle fortress surrounded by spikes, craters and corpses. Emerging from the stronghold were three men, all holding primitive projectile weapons, one of which even using string to launch their payloads. Judging from their faces and what I remembered from the pamphlets I read, they were wary. Despite the weapons they held, I held no fear in my heart. Even if they unloaded everything they had at me, my personal forcefield would hold. “Rejoice humans!” I announced, pulling savior speech #38 from my mind. “For we have come to destroy your enemies.” “Oh.” One of them said, my translator changing their speech into something with a Morsotian accent. “Thanks I guess.” “There is no need to be so reserved, my people upon seeing your plight have decided to save you.” “Uhh, nah it’s okay, we got it from here.” I faltered, the script said nothing about this. Over confidence perhaps? Pride? None of these things were shown on the human’s faces but then again, it was hard to tell coming from a species that had no crest. “You do not wish to be saved?” “I mean, I guess but like I said, we got it from here.” “You… got it from here.” “To be honest I kinda wish you hadn’t blown them all up, the boys and I were having lots of fun.” “Fun.” “Yeah, I mean, zombies everywhere with guns, what more could you want?” His jaw split open revealing rows upon rows of yellowed gnashers. Not exactly what I’d call intimidating but certainly disturbing enough that I almost forgot that this was supposed to be a sign of happiness. Well, if they were happy then at least I was making progress? “You consider all this destruction, all this death, fun?” “Hell yeah!” He cried out before discharging his weapon into the air. “USA! USA! USA!” Valree decided that this small group of humans were insane and decided to move onto the next group. Perhaps they would yield more sense.	“Well, that was easy.” A mere three months after the zombie outbreak, all had been contained. Casualties were massive and felt everywhere, but in the end it only resulted in about 15% of the human population destroyed. The one thing that it left the humans with was the only thing the aliens were afraid of, knowledge. The sickness had been reverse engineered, leading to huge breakthroughs in genetics, and most importantly the widespread use of biohacking. There wasn’t a child born anymore that didn’t have tear-resistant skin, or immunity to all disease. There were side effects sure, but having bulletproof skin was worth it, even if it was slightly blue. Being able to shock someone with your skin by using the electrical gradient already existing in your cells was worth a little chip implanted into your brain. The invaders returned five years later to the remnants of humanity, still hated and remembered for taking a loved one from almost everyone on earth. The sleek ship descended from the heavens to land at the designated spot, with a battalion of the most heavily modified soldiers waiting for them. The ship touched down, and the doors opened. The aliens walked out, but they looked human. Except for their blue skin, and the scars where the chip had been implanted in their brain. The zombies weren’t the infection, it was what man did with them that was. With a few high placed government officials that survived the outbreak the aliens had already taken over. Humanity was no longer human. A deep hum began to emanate from the ship, and slowly each soldier dropped their weapon and mindlessly walked toward their new masters.
	[WP] An alien race conquers worlds by starting a zombie apocalypse and later coming down and offering "salvation" in exchange for subjection, so far this has never failed, until they reach Earth and find humanity has already defeated the zombies and is waiting for them...	“The humans are surviving as predicted.” Valree announced. “There is however a bit more infighting than expected.” “Not unheard of.” Hatun shrugged. “Remember the Teros people? Now that was infighting.” “Regardless I think it’s about time we ‘rescued’ our new servants.” All around him Valree saw nothing but affirmations as everyone’s neck crests expanded quickly in a show of support. Despite this being a crucial part of the operation, everyone simply looked bored. It had become so routine. “Missiles loaded, lasers charged and the speaker will go live soon.” The pilot announced, their name escaping Valree for the moment. “Bring it in low.” He told them. “I want the humans to hear us before they can see us, let the anticipation and mystery build.” “Yes sir.” Moments later and the undead hordes had been destroyed leaving behind a ramshackle fortress surrounded by spikes, craters and corpses. Emerging from the stronghold were three men, all holding primitive projectile weapons, one of which even using string to launch their payloads. Judging from their faces and what I remembered from the pamphlets I read, they were wary. Despite the weapons they held, I held no fear in my heart. Even if they unloaded everything they had at me, my personal forcefield would hold. “Rejoice humans!” I announced, pulling savior speech #38 from my mind. “For we have come to destroy your enemies.” “Oh.” One of them said, my translator changing their speech into something with a Morsotian accent. “Thanks I guess.” “There is no need to be so reserved, my people upon seeing your plight have decided to save you.” “Uhh, nah it’s okay, we got it from here.” I faltered, the script said nothing about this. Over confidence perhaps? Pride? None of these things were shown on the human’s faces but then again, it was hard to tell coming from a species that had no crest. “You do not wish to be saved?” “I mean, I guess but like I said, we got it from here.” “You… got it from here.” “To be honest I kinda wish you hadn’t blown them all up, the boys and I were having lots of fun.” “Fun.” “Yeah, I mean, zombies everywhere with guns, what more could you want?” His jaw split open revealing rows upon rows of yellowed gnashers. Not exactly what I’d call intimidating but certainly disturbing enough that I almost forgot that this was supposed to be a sign of happiness. Well, if they were happy then at least I was making progress? “You consider all this destruction, all this death, fun?” “Hell yeah!” He cried out before discharging his weapon into the air. “USA! USA! USA!” Valree decided that this small group of humans were insane and decided to move onto the next group. Perhaps they would yield more sense.	“The world”,thought Sandra”Is more united now than it ever was” The infection had begun in New Dheli, turning millions into the undead. Sandra remembers the stench of the flesh gone unwashed, crawling with maggots. She remembers the screams of her friends as they were torn to pieces by the horde. She had crawled through the streets like a rat in the night, hiding from the real vermin that hunted her. She slept in locked rooms in the day, collapsing weary from exhaustion. A week after the initial outbreak, she had been rescued. The helicopter had flown overhead, making her hair wave in the wind. The black rope ladder had dropped, and she had climbed it. She was brought to a survivor’s camp 30 kilometres away, where she was questioned about the circumstances of that first day. The accounts all added up. A long, triangular craft was seen over the city by all survivors the day beforehand. This was also the case in Tokyo and New York, where similar outbreaks had occurred. Five years had passed. Sandra had settled in Mumbai, married, and had given birth to a child. She heard the craft before she saw it. Long and triangular. Them. The craft hovered over the car park, while a hatch opened underneath it. Out stepped an alien, one of Them. Two metres tall and totally translucent, its skeleton a sharp contrast to the setting sun. It opened its mouth.” People of Ear-“ its sentence cut short by a bullet, fired from a kilometre away, into its semblance of a skull. A group of soldiers rushed on board, firing at everything that moved. Standing on her balcony a mile away, Sandra and her husband watched all this, while he cradled their baby in his arms. No longer would they live in fear of a repeat of The Scourge, which had plagued them five years ago. It was now their tormentors on the receiving end of the whip. This is my first prompt and I’m on mobile, so sorry about the bad formatting. I’d be interested in any feedback at all!
	[WP] An alien race conquers worlds by starting a zombie apocalypse and later coming down and offering "salvation" in exchange for subjection, so far this has never failed, until they reach Earth and find humanity has already defeated the zombies and is waiting for them...	“The humans are surviving as predicted.” Valree announced. “There is however a bit more infighting than expected.” “Not unheard of.” Hatun shrugged. “Remember the Teros people? Now that was infighting.” “Regardless I think it’s about time we ‘rescued’ our new servants.” All around him Valree saw nothing but affirmations as everyone’s neck crests expanded quickly in a show of support. Despite this being a crucial part of the operation, everyone simply looked bored. It had become so routine. “Missiles loaded, lasers charged and the speaker will go live soon.” The pilot announced, their name escaping Valree for the moment. “Bring it in low.” He told them. “I want the humans to hear us before they can see us, let the anticipation and mystery build.” “Yes sir.” Moments later and the undead hordes had been destroyed leaving behind a ramshackle fortress surrounded by spikes, craters and corpses. Emerging from the stronghold were three men, all holding primitive projectile weapons, one of which even using string to launch their payloads. Judging from their faces and what I remembered from the pamphlets I read, they were wary. Despite the weapons they held, I held no fear in my heart. Even if they unloaded everything they had at me, my personal forcefield would hold. “Rejoice humans!” I announced, pulling savior speech #38 from my mind. “For we have come to destroy your enemies.” “Oh.” One of them said, my translator changing their speech into something with a Morsotian accent. “Thanks I guess.” “There is no need to be so reserved, my people upon seeing your plight have decided to save you.” “Uhh, nah it’s okay, we got it from here.” I faltered, the script said nothing about this. Over confidence perhaps? Pride? None of these things were shown on the human’s faces but then again, it was hard to tell coming from a species that had no crest. “You do not wish to be saved?” “I mean, I guess but like I said, we got it from here.” “You… got it from here.” “To be honest I kinda wish you hadn’t blown them all up, the boys and I were having lots of fun.” “Fun.” “Yeah, I mean, zombies everywhere with guns, what more could you want?” His jaw split open revealing rows upon rows of yellowed gnashers. Not exactly what I’d call intimidating but certainly disturbing enough that I almost forgot that this was supposed to be a sign of happiness. Well, if they were happy then at least I was making progress? “You consider all this destruction, all this death, fun?” “Hell yeah!” He cried out before discharging his weapon into the air. “USA! USA! USA!” Valree decided that this small group of humans were insane and decided to move onto the next group. Perhaps they would yield more sense.	"Uh, Commander Zarg?" I sheepishly asked as our commander entered the room. He sighed, "What now, Pafros? Did your favorite zombie get blasted to smithereens for the umpteenth time?" "Well, yes," I replied, "but, ah, so did every other zombie." The mug he held fell and shattered. "WHAT?" Zarg shouted, "Move aside, you fool," he said shoving me out of my chair. "Commander, they've all been obliterated. Turns out this planet has been modified to be able to revert to what appears to be its normal temperature of 267 degrees Fahrenheit in just one press of a button. All of our virus's hosts just melted, and now it's back to a cooler temperature." "And what of the backups?" Zarg asked in a demanding tone, "Please tell me—" "They got used too. And the next batch of the viruses isn't near close to evolving to withstand these temperatures." Zarg fell to his knees, banging on the floor with both clenched fists. "Dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit! How could this fail!? We were this close to dominating this universe too!" He continued shouting curses and walloping the floor when a sudden thud caught both our attentions. A small capsule had situated itself against the front of my window, and began to open, revealing a screen. It began to play a short recording, titled "Oldschool_victory_taunt.vid" We feared for our lives, but it just began playing a simple, but irritating melody, with the strangest lyrics I ever heard: ♪We're no strangers to love. You know the rules, and so do I.....♪ This continued playing for some time, until the door to the room we were in suddenly opened, revealing a small human crew. "Well I'll be damned, the distraction actually worked. Nice thinking, general." Chuckled one of the humans and older one of the party simply nodded and laughed to himself. "Anywho, you fellas just made us turn off our Global Warming Immunity System, which put us in even more debt than we were already in to ourselves. Y'all better pay up soon, or else we're gonna need to use these neat lookin' guns we found." I was about to speak up, but Commander Zarg rose up and silenced me. "Hush, you buffoon, let me handle this." He stood up, and began to give a short speech. "Denizens of Earth—" He got cut off, primarily because there was now a hole going through his forehead, which was followed up by more shots from the small human crew. I was frozen in fear, but tried to scurry off to somewhere to hide amongst the ruckus. But it was to no avail, for I soon found myself in a puddle of my own blood. There was a slight pain, but then it all went dark.
	[WP] An alien race conquers worlds by starting a zombie apocalypse and later coming down and offering "salvation" in exchange for subjection, so far this has never failed, until they reach Earth and find humanity has already defeated the zombies and is waiting for them...	A beep and a blinking light caught the attention of the Commander of Fleet. It was a status report from one of the advance scout teams seeding the planets with viruses to weaken the native inhabitants. He read over the report, his fury growing by the second. How is this possible, he thought. Getting on to the ship wide comm system. "This is the Captain, there is an emergency meeting of ALL ship command staff and military section heads in the main conference room A in 5." A moment later, a tall wiry alien entered the office of the Ship's Captain. "What is going on?" Looking at his chief of staff "We have a problem on NH-98821 Terra. Get this report up on the screens in the conference room and make sure everyone is there." The Captain walks into the conference room and looks over the assembled host. It was a mix of different alien races all conquered by the Go'mealt Empire over the years. All of them were conversing among themselves until he entered the room. Standing to attention they saluted him and he waved them back to their seats. "So we have gotten a status report from the scout ship preparing NH-98821 Terra for compliance. The initial stages were a success, however, the Terran formed a resistance, defeated all of the infected and have found a cure. Not only that, they are preparing defenses of advanced design. Something that is not in their present technology development tree. We have no idea how they did this." As the Captain, speaks text and video are played on the screens around them showing the Terrans and their resistance. A young Kol bridge officer yells "Wait, stop, go back" at the video. The video slowly reverses and the officer points to the screen. "There." On screen is a conference of the Terrans. They are standing in front of some banners with a 7 pointed star with 2 of the points being twice the length of the others. "Gol'oth be damned..." as the commander let out a long sigh. "Is that?" chimed in one of the military staff. "Yes, its the symbol of the Monkrath Star Empire." replied the captain. "But I thought we wiped them out because they resisted compliance?" asked one of the other bridge officers. The Captain let another sigh. "Technically, we did. However, and this information doesn't leave this room. Two dozen ships managed to jump out of the system before we had secured the system." The assembled staff murmured and argued at this new information. All except for the young Kol, who was busy looking over something on his terminal. "It looks like the Mon got to this planet about 60 of its cycles ago. They started making documentary videos of brave Terrrans fighting off infected. They were telling the Terrans for years what to look for and how to deal with it. This has been going on for about the lifespan of a typical Terran. There will usually be 3 generations in that time so by this point, it would be common knowledge to almost the entire population, young and old. The amount of documentaries increased in the cycles leading up to the scout ship's arrival. So when we came, the Terrans were prepared and knew exactly what to do. Some of the world's governments even had how to manuals for dealing with the infected. If they have access to Mon technology..." The Captain let out another long sigh. "Shit..."	I am Harper Smith and I work for William Hopper. We spent the last four hours walking through this zombie evicted college town looting random stores for reasons I don’t understand. Our first stop was L.L. Bean with free Adventure Pro Backpacks and a zombie head smashing baseball bat which Hopper described as ‘a must-have item for anyone wanting to understand the American way of life’. Hopper says that baseball bats are better than fire axes and I believe him. He says he’s not a God, he just knows how things happen. I don’t know, that sounds pretty godly to me. Either way, I am grateful for not having to pray to him. Our next stop was a postal office with broken windows and light brown doors decorated by gunshot spatter of dried up blood. There, Hopper took a sheet of liberty bell forever stamps, a bundle of pens, box of envelopes, a phone book and a packaging tape. Then, he pointed to a general store across the road. The store sold empty shelves, cleaned by customers like us before they fled the town. But, they still had a few items Hopper needed. Twelve inch cast iron skillet, one spoon from a twelve piece set, a butter knife, two lavender scented candles, a bowl he insisted was meant for olives only, a grey kitchen cloth that is rough on touch and a book with grey cover. And now, we’re going to the library. University Library is a mid-century modern concrete sprawl of bookstacks, reading areas and coffee shops usually swarming with undergrads in search for a quiet place to kill time. Except, today is different. There is a cardboard sign with red letters reading ‘CLOSED’ taped onto the remaining side of the main entrance glass sliding door. The other side is scattered in shards across the ground and under the 300 lb greyish now twice-dead zombie. I did not grow up in this world. I grew up in a world infested by aliens and where people are few. There, I was a soldier, fighting the plague. One day a man in grey trench coat appeared out of thin air and offered me a deal I could not refuse. I’ve been with him ever since. So yeah, I came here from a totally different world. I look at Will. “Totally different world,” he says and grins. Of course he does, he knows everything that’s going to happen in this story. He stares at his white wrist watch. “Don’t worry, these guys will be ready when the aliens come.” I nod. Zombie’s eyes are wide open and cold, butt large and ungraceful and he smells like hamburgers and fries. “Will, what happened here?” I say and poke the dead undead with my baseball bat. “He had a heart attack.” He didn’t and I chuckle. Will exhales. He points to the opening 300-pounder left in the glass door. “After you.” The Library lobby is a marble hall of silence and scattered books under the tall glass ceiling. We echo our way to the long counter dotted by dead computer screens, green lamps and potted plants. Will takes blue pot with a spider plant, glances at my backpack, decides that the pot won't fit in and then he pinches off one of the babies hanging from the mother plan and puts them in the front pocket of my backpack. “Thank you,” he says when done. “We need to take the stairs to the second floor. Elevators are not working. Samantha is in reading room 2A.” His voice is certain, as if he was here before. But, he wasn't. “Also, Harper, get your bat ready. You’re going to hit a home run.” I grip the bat when we take the stairs. The second floor opens into an tastefully decorated atrium with leather chairs and polished old-style cherry wood desk on top of red and white circular rug with elaborate patterns I can’t make sense of. On top of the desk sits a bust of a dead ancient philosopher and his nose is chipped. This is pretty, like the home I knew before the aliens came and slothered my friends and family. “It’s time,” he says and points to a corridor to our left. “We’re almost there. Room 2A.” He steps forward, then pauses. “Soldiers first. Also, your bat.” he motions me to grip it tight which I do. We turn left into the dim corridor with a Jackson Pollock style painting, door to the room 2A and a human-sized zombie banging on it. It takes one bat swing to send his head rolling down the corridor. Too easy. “Home run!” Will says and claps. “That is a home run!” He turns toward the door, extinguishes the cigarette on the wall and fixes his trench coat lapel. Then he knocks at the door. “Knock, knock. Samantha, William Hopper here. Please, open the door.” “Come in! It’s unlocked,” a high pitch voice shouts from inside and Will jolts as if stung by a bee. “Wow,” he whispers. “Will, what happened?” He opens the door and doesn’t answer. In the study room 2A, Samantha Hardy sits cross legged in a black mid-century modern chair. She is a twenty year old skinny tangle of knees and elbows in tight jeans, black t-shirt and with face smeared by heavy makeup. Her eyes are smokey and filled with fear, uncertainty and gratitude. She is shaking. “They can’t open the door, William. Everyone knows that, how did you not?” she says. He nods, as if he knows. But, he didn’t! “Samantha, I’m sorry about everything." He pauses and she lowers her head. "You’ll be okay. I'm here for you.” He turns to me. "Hopper, can you give us a moment, please?" I can. I leave the room and close the door. Twenty minutes later, they emerge from the room and she looks like a regular college-age millennial, a bundle of insecure mess supported by those around her. Good job, Will. Whatever you did in there, it worked. “Samantha," Will says, "I have a question, if you don’t mind.” She doesn’t. and he pulls up his sleeve. “Do you like my watch?” She is confused but leans closer and looks at it. “I like it very much.” She smiles. ”Who doesn’t like Swatch watches?” He reciprocates the smile. “Thank you. We need to go now. The aliens will land soon and they are bringing more zombies along. Don’t worry, we’ll be fine. I have a few items in my backpack, in case we get bored.” &#x200B; /r/ZwhoWrites
	[WP] An alien race conquers worlds by starting a zombie apocalypse and later coming down and offering "salvation" in exchange for subjection, so far this has never failed, until they reach Earth and find humanity has already defeated the zombies and is waiting for them...	Archon Koll adjusted their cape as they read the initial reconnaissance and seeding reports from the Tung preparatory unit. All appeared to be in order, and there was reason to be excited. The Agent had been engineered to take advantage of the crushing/piercing mandible structure, anticipated to be a particular psychological horror based on the folklore studies. Indeed, within a couple of dozen local solar revolutions, popular entertainment had envisioned a shockingly close affliction to the version of the Agent engineered by the medically gifted Tung in the intervening time. Koll had enjoyed the orange tint in Tung Kemk's eyes when he was forced to deliver this tidbit in Council. Anticipated by an Untouched species. It had been a wonder he hadn't vented his circulatory gases. Weaponizing the dead was a tried-and-true strategy, but no candidate species had anticipated it before so close to deployment. Fascinating, if likely harmless. The reconnaissance report indicated that this species had really run with information technology, logistics, and data analysis following mental contact with Ruuk psychics. Data analysis was a particular surprise, as the Tung had initially flagged them as an inductive species, and cited their natural progress in the speculative arts as a likely area of specialization. Since then, they had amended their plan to modify some individuals for improved deductive reasoning and mathematical thinking, to take advantage of this unexpected development. No species to date combined data analysis with naturally occurring medical simplicity. The Sulic were impressive physically, and easily repaired, but required close monitoring. The seeding had taken place approximately 24 local revolutions prior, a bit ahead of schedule. EM spectral monitoring indicated a jump in greenhouse gases that presaged ecological disaster or technological breakthrough, and likely both. Neither was desirable, so the Agent had been dispatched by a Srell-drive equipped drone. No EM readings were yet available thanks to light-delay, which bothered the Ruuk. But Ruuk were notoriously overcautious, and Koll didn't yet trust the little gray egg-suckers or their "insights," however useful they were for boosting tech revolutions with minimal contact and for gathering the data Tung bio-sculptors needed. They suggested that while analysis indicated a high likelihood of fragmentation, there were psychological "indications" that the Agent would prove ineffective at fully breaking down social institutions, and enrage the humans, should they learn the source before assimilation. Koll didn't see how the Agent could fail where it had succeeded 34 times before, and on the Ruuk most recently. The Tung had done their work well - the test subjects had converted from healthy baseline when struck by the active Agent in less than an hour, and the dormant version triggered within ten minutes of death by other means, with a 95% infection rate. As they stepped out on the landing surface, Koll composed their face. The humans had indeed held themselves together, despite significant losses to the Agent. However, they welcomed Koll's entourage as welcome saviors from the climate crisis and the ongoing threat of the Agent. The maser weapons had impressed human leadership as a simple way to wipe out the remaining Agent infection, as had the promise of shared energy technology and planetary modification techniques to stave off the climate disaster they faced. All that remained was this final meeting of leadership to formalize human admission into the Ral Consortium and the integration of that leadership into the Pact, and their submission to Ral re-assignment could begin. Koll felt a sudden burn, and realized that they had missed a step. They cursed the Tung surgeon who had made the modifications to fit in locally - these ridiculous legs were worthless, even for a low-gravity world. A concussive noise rang over the landing surface, and Koll looked down at the burn in their center-mass to find a ragged hole they could have fit a digit in. The human woman who had been smiling a moment before now scowled and held a small ballistic weapon of local design. She was saying something, and he tuned back in to his translator. "... For my son, and my wife. You sons of bitches." Koll realized to their relief no organs had been hit, though it had been a near thing. They raised their hands to use the neural flayer, and then another burning impact, this one more damaging. And another, and another. The humans had all produced ballistic weapons, and even a couple of masers, and were shredding the Ral delegation's Tung, Sulic, and Ral members, pelting them with kinetics and burning them with masers. Personal shields fried under the load. The Ruuk manager was unharmed. It would surely call for help. As the Ruuk stepped forward, Koll watched it extend a spindly hand toward the humans. The woman grasped it, as Koll's communication monitor notified them that humans had breached the landing ship. Koll felt themself go limp, as their body died. All Ruuk had opened the nearest hatch, and while they were not really capable of physical violence themselves, they had been able to hold enough of them from the furious Sulic that humans had gotten in and used kinetics on them until they decongealed. Ruuk were enthusiastically guiding human combatants to comms relays, control points, and weapon caches. Ruuk 7085 gave permission to mindwipe the remaining Tung for interrogation, then focused back on his conversation with the Secretary-General, who had just finished firing kinetics into Koll until their weapon was empty, reciting a litany of city and personal names. It had taken some time. Koll was partially liquefied in the upper torso and head. It seemed likely they had decorporated after the first five wounds, but the additional damage appeared cathartic for Secretary-General Wu and her companions. She released a glob of pre-digestive enzyme onto the ruined body. The Ral delegation were all now decorporated, most quite thoroughly, and assistants and technicians were removing the bodies and devices for study. "We welcome this friendliness. After landing craft secured, will open channel information all is well. Then, will give human access to all devices. Forward look to assistance in removal of Ral and associated polities, as agreed."	I am Harper Smith and I work for William Hopper. We spent the last four hours walking through this zombie evicted college town looting random stores for reasons I don’t understand. Our first stop was L.L. Bean with free Adventure Pro Backpacks and a zombie head smashing baseball bat which Hopper described as ‘a must-have item for anyone wanting to understand the American way of life’. Hopper says that baseball bats are better than fire axes and I believe him. He says he’s not a God, he just knows how things happen. I don’t know, that sounds pretty godly to me. Either way, I am grateful for not having to pray to him. Our next stop was a postal office with broken windows and light brown doors decorated by gunshot spatter of dried up blood. There, Hopper took a sheet of liberty bell forever stamps, a bundle of pens, box of envelopes, a phone book and a packaging tape. Then, he pointed to a general store across the road. The store sold empty shelves, cleaned by customers like us before they fled the town. But, they still had a few items Hopper needed. Twelve inch cast iron skillet, one spoon from a twelve piece set, a butter knife, two lavender scented candles, a bowl he insisted was meant for olives only, a grey kitchen cloth that is rough on touch and a book with grey cover. And now, we’re going to the library. University Library is a mid-century modern concrete sprawl of bookstacks, reading areas and coffee shops usually swarming with undergrads in search for a quiet place to kill time. Except, today is different. There is a cardboard sign with red letters reading ‘CLOSED’ taped onto the remaining side of the main entrance glass sliding door. The other side is scattered in shards across the ground and under the 300 lb greyish now twice-dead zombie. I did not grow up in this world. I grew up in a world infested by aliens and where people are few. There, I was a soldier, fighting the plague. One day a man in grey trench coat appeared out of thin air and offered me a deal I could not refuse. I’ve been with him ever since. So yeah, I came here from a totally different world. I look at Will. “Totally different world,” he says and grins. Of course he does, he knows everything that’s going to happen in this story. He stares at his white wrist watch. “Don’t worry, these guys will be ready when the aliens come.” I nod. Zombie’s eyes are wide open and cold, butt large and ungraceful and he smells like hamburgers and fries. “Will, what happened here?” I say and poke the dead undead with my baseball bat. “He had a heart attack.” He didn’t and I chuckle. Will exhales. He points to the opening 300-pounder left in the glass door. “After you.” The Library lobby is a marble hall of silence and scattered books under the tall glass ceiling. We echo our way to the long counter dotted by dead computer screens, green lamps and potted plants. Will takes blue pot with a spider plant, glances at my backpack, decides that the pot won't fit in and then he pinches off one of the babies hanging from the mother plan and puts them in the front pocket of my backpack. “Thank you,” he says when done. “We need to take the stairs to the second floor. Elevators are not working. Samantha is in reading room 2A.” His voice is certain, as if he was here before. But, he wasn't. “Also, Harper, get your bat ready. You’re going to hit a home run.” I grip the bat when we take the stairs. The second floor opens into an tastefully decorated atrium with leather chairs and polished old-style cherry wood desk on top of red and white circular rug with elaborate patterns I can’t make sense of. On top of the desk sits a bust of a dead ancient philosopher and his nose is chipped. This is pretty, like the home I knew before the aliens came and slothered my friends and family. “It’s time,” he says and points to a corridor to our left. “We’re almost there. Room 2A.” He steps forward, then pauses. “Soldiers first. Also, your bat.” he motions me to grip it tight which I do. We turn left into the dim corridor with a Jackson Pollock style painting, door to the room 2A and a human-sized zombie banging on it. It takes one bat swing to send his head rolling down the corridor. Too easy. “Home run!” Will says and claps. “That is a home run!” He turns toward the door, extinguishes the cigarette on the wall and fixes his trench coat lapel. Then he knocks at the door. “Knock, knock. Samantha, William Hopper here. Please, open the door.” “Come in! It’s unlocked,” a high pitch voice shouts from inside and Will jolts as if stung by a bee. “Wow,” he whispers. “Will, what happened?” He opens the door and doesn’t answer. In the study room 2A, Samantha Hardy sits cross legged in a black mid-century modern chair. She is a twenty year old skinny tangle of knees and elbows in tight jeans, black t-shirt and with face smeared by heavy makeup. Her eyes are smokey and filled with fear, uncertainty and gratitude. She is shaking. “They can’t open the door, William. Everyone knows that, how did you not?” she says. He nods, as if he knows. But, he didn’t! “Samantha, I’m sorry about everything." He pauses and she lowers her head. "You’ll be okay. I'm here for you.” He turns to me. "Hopper, can you give us a moment, please?" I can. I leave the room and close the door. Twenty minutes later, they emerge from the room and she looks like a regular college-age millennial, a bundle of insecure mess supported by those around her. Good job, Will. Whatever you did in there, it worked. “Samantha," Will says, "I have a question, if you don’t mind.” She doesn’t. and he pulls up his sleeve. “Do you like my watch?” She is confused but leans closer and looks at it. “I like it very much.” She smiles. ”Who doesn’t like Swatch watches?” He reciprocates the smile. “Thank you. We need to go now. The aliens will land soon and they are bringing more zombies along. Don’t worry, we’ll be fine. I have a few items in my backpack, in case we get bored.” &#x200B; /r/ZwhoWrites
	[WP] An alien race conquers worlds by starting a zombie apocalypse and later coming down and offering "salvation" in exchange for subjection, so far this has never failed, until they reach Earth and find humanity has already defeated the zombies and is waiting for them...	After the initial outbreak, it was almost comical how quickly the... well, the zombie apocalypse, was averted. Before, Felicia had been working as a fast food cashier. The day it started, she'd been walking out of work when a group of them had started after her, their bodies still fresh enough to run. She still remembers it like it was yesterday -- huddling inside, behind the counter with her co workers, and listening to the constant moan of 'feeed...feeeed.' A day and a half later, they'd all been rescued by a small troop of the reserves. A huge cage in the middle of their camp held dozens of the creatures. She remembers shuffling past. All the others had gone first, and the zombies had stayed dormant, but when she passed... Seven of them had pulverized their heads against the cage bars trying to reach her. The others had simply pressed up against the cards and stared at her, moaning in hunger. Half the town was in the camp by the time it was over, being quarantined and tested. The other half were all dead or fled. None of her co workers had merited anything more than a short meeting with a doctor to make sure they were well. She'd gotten a captain. "Miss Dodge. We've noticed the creatures seem particularly reactive to you. Any idea why?" the stocky black man had asked. "Not particularly, Captain..." His hands, propped beneath his chin, obscured her view of his name tag. "Campanelli. We've received numerous reports of these creatures being attracted to certain people. Some of those are understandable -- Nobel Prize winners, physicists, philosophers. But then there are people like you." He drops one hand to a file on the table. It's marked with her name, like this is a bad shot film. "Graduated high school without ever getting an A in class. Finished one year of college before you decided you preferred trade school. Of all the people on God's green earth, why would they chase after an mechanic in training?" She didn't know then. She doesn't know now, beyond a vague idea of what the zombies' creators could have programmed them to look for. But she'd been 'invited' to come along, and she had. Felicia's not stupid. When people with guns invite you somewhere, it's a command, not a possibility. Standing on her balcony, Felicia sips her coffee and turns the holographic model in front of her on. It's not her first space ship. Not by far. But it is the most ambitious. If her design works -- and it will -- they'll be loading up colonists for Alpha Centauri in half a year. Another turn, another sip. When the chip in the back of her hand begins bleating, she sighs and steps back into her apartment. Today, the first wormhole ship flies. Tomorrow, the hunt for the Infectors begins.	The commander looked at the holographic image, shocked. “What are they doing?” “Fighting against the horde.” His second in command, Trax, stated. “I can see that. But why aren’t they fleeing? Dyeing, scared?” “I was wondering that too and I had one of our men do some more reconnaissance. It appears this planet has a rich culture in fighting the undead.” Now he was beginning to have doubts. This was the first planet to fight their dearly departed. Could this plan still work? This planet was a strategic placement for mining and farming corporations that would help the empire in it’s expansion. If they lose a vital foothold they’d have to waste their own valuable troops to take it and that wasn’t what the Emperor wanted. He wanted subjects indebted to him. He wanted them to see him as a God, a saviour. Not a conqueror or a tyrant. If they idolized him he’d have no resistance in his empire. Something about this bugged him. The undead were overtaking them, slowly. But they were detecting large pings from the planet reaching out into space. Couple of days ago those had been directed right at the ship. “Sir!” The communication officer approached nervously. “Ambassador Jix is entering the planets atmosphere.” His heart almost stopped out of fear. “Tell him to fall back until I give the go ahead.” “He said you were taking too long that we would have missed an opportunity, Sir.” No. “Tell him to turn back!” “He shut down his comms.” “Get me one of the drone feeds, Where is he landing?” The officer ran off and the commander switched the holograph for the awaiting drone nearest the vessel. In moments he had video feed. It was a prairie where a large collection of the planets natives had erected shelter and a fence along the edge. He could see that the majority of the residents had left the safety of their camp to see what the angular vessel landing at their doorstep was. All were armed. No. “Kop!” The communication officer hurried back. “That’s part of their military. They’ve cobbled together what survivors they could and forced them to fight.” Ambassador Jix stepped out from the ship. Environmental suit on and opening greetings to the humans with arm waves and gestures. They raised their guns. No! Ambassador Jix fell in a mess of blood and guts as he was shred to bits by their primitive weaponry. “Retrieve that ship!” He ordered. “Scramble the troops! We’re landing!” “But that goes against the Emporers directive!” Trax countered. “They know it was us! Now land!” On the display the humans were forcing themselves into the ship. Ambassador’s Jix’s ship was a top of the line model cruise ship. A private ship for anyone favoured by the emperor. It had the latest warp technology and a few onboard weapon systems for pirates. Every piece of tech onboard was beyond human engineering. His greatest fear was it falling into the wrong hands. He’d destroy it as a final option. Right now it had a running crew of five onboard and two associates of Jix’s who were amongst the higher-ups. They die it would be his ass. The ship tilted, and there was that momentary lapse in gravity as the grav drive adjusted to their new course. He’d get their ship within firing range and send down troop transports first. “Sir!” A crew member manning the Radar called. “We’re detecting an energy signature. It’s course crosses with ours.” “Fighters?” “No life signs. Though I am detecting radioactivity.” A nuke? Those were supposed to be banned according to their laws. Why do they have nukes? “Evasive maneuvers! Keep us out of the blast radius!” He mashed a button on the comms unit. “Everyone, prepare for close proximity detonation. Gunner crews, target the missile stellar north of our position!” [Break] (Writing on phone. Keeping things separate) “Then what happened, Commander?” The emperor said stiffly. He’d heard this tone before when he was angry. “Nuke detonated just short of us.” He shivered from his place on the floor, he’d been on his knees, kissing the ground as he recalled things. “Humans took off with the Ambassador’s ship. We were forced to retreat from extensive damage.” He heard the throne shift as the emperor stood. His words choked in his throat. “And?” “We were unable to retrieve any survivors. But the infected are still...” He stopped at the first step his master took. “How did they know it was us?” He held back a sob. He was dead, he knew it. “The planet, has rather, numerous monitoring devices. There’s at least one on every person. When our drones delivered the virus... it was caught on multiple recordings and spread over media platforms.” Another step. “What else did you fail to do?” “Proper gathering of intel. Assessment of the planets arsenal, level of technology, and political system.” A cold hand rested on his head. He trembled uncontrollably as the emperor caressed his head. “You know something, commander?” The emperor purred. “You’ve done the same strategy to twenty systems. All of which were properly executed. Not once have you accepted a promotion from fleet commander, because you didn’t like sitting behind a desk, while someone else did the work for you. It was your job, and you pulled it off twenty times. Except one.” The emperor stood. “I will grant you one chance at redemption. Take the remainder of your fleet and annihilate the planet and its inhabitants.” “You’re not going to assimilate them?” He wanted to hit himself for asking. “They know what we are. They cannot be accepted. Wipe them out. You will gather your men and depart by the end of the rotation.” It would take another cycle to get back to earth. One whole circle around their sun. “It will be done, my lord.” He went to stand but the emperor wasn’t done. “I expect this to be done without incident. If you return with more failure, I will hang your skinned corpse with the traitors and rebels.” [break] They were approaching Jupiter with a compliment of fifty destroyers and ten troop transports and enough ordinance to cleanse a solar system. They were soon to join up with the initial fleet first sent to spread the infected, it consisted of two troop transports, five destroyers, and the now gone ambassador ship. The commander was feeling confident they could take the humans. Even carrying high hopes that they wouldn’t have to get up close and personal. Just bomb the planet from orbit, and leave it a radioactive wasteland. When he had been called back to the emperor, his second in command had stayed behind and ran through more intensive reconnaissance and surveillance. When he had been between systems, Trax told him that the journey back home had been twenty-five earth years. His last message had been about the infected being wiped out, which mattered very little at this point. That had been at the end of the rotation. Without warp technology, they probably would have reached earth at the end of his life cycle. So the emperor’s order would have been a death sentence either way for him and his crew. “Kop.” The commander approached the officer. “Message Trax and alert him to our presence.” A few minutes later the officer approached with the same worried expression as when Ambassador Jix stupidly landed on the planet. “There is no signal from Trax’s ship. Nor any from the initial advance on the planet.” Oh shit. “Where was his ship last reported?” “Orbiting around Jupiter, sir.” “Sir!” A crew member alerted. “I’m detecting ships on the radar.” “How many and how close?” When he heard the reply he felt all his blood drain. “Hundreds of frigates approaching from earth. Too far for an accurate scan on class and size- ...they just warped!” In front of them, huge warships filled their view. Hundreds of them. He mashed the comms unit and barked the order to prepare for battle. Then another warning from the crew member. “More ships warped in from behind! More now! We’re being flanked!” “Sir! We got multiple energy signatures coming from enemy vessels!” [break] Admiral Chan of the space navy watched the invaders fleet burn up in nuclear fire. Sixty warships reduced to scrap before his eyes. He eased back in his chair. The remnants of the human race was now in space, and so long as these monsters continued to plague the universe, they’d never be safe. “Lieutenant. Set course for the alien home world.” The end.
	[WP] One day while hanging out with your best friend you say "bless you" after they sneeze. Both of you are surprised as suddenly a beam of light from the sky starts to shine upon them and you hear a chorus of heavenly angels sing.	It didn't last long. Obviously we were freaked out. So, yeah, being bored, curious, teens we did it again. Except it didn't work the second time and I don't know if it was because her sneeze wasn't genuine the second time or... maybe you can't bless someone twice?? I don't know? Either way, we were pretty excited for a few minutes talking about it, and then we forgot about it. Ironically, it was on a Sunday, too. Monday is when things started happening. Good things, but weird at the same time. For my friend, that is. Like Scott Taylor inviting her to a house party he was having that weekend. Look, I'm not saying I wasnt happy for her or that she shouldn't have accepted it, but Scott was kinda my crush, you know? And...oddly... I think I was more upset that she even asked me if she thought she should go. One, because of the way she asked it. And two, because she seemed like she already made up her mind and I was kind of like an afterthought. She didn't go: "Hey, guess what? Scott just invited us to his house party!" She went: *"Hey, Scott invited me* to his house party. What do you think that I should do? He said that I could bring a plus one..."** (She didnt say it exactly like that; I'm putting the emphasis in for effect, but you get what I'm trying to say). So, yeah, I was pretty pissed about that. And I'm the type of person that...when I'm pissed, I need to get away and be by myself. I don't want to be around anyone... talk to anyone...don't touch me.. nothing. Just leave me alone and let me cool down. And this was all before we even had first period, so my day was kinda ruined already. Then at gym, our teacher organized the class into two basketball teams and my friend, who has never even made a layup before, is all of a sudden hitting 3's, jumpshots, free throws, and even one shot from half court. I don't think she even missed one shot the entire game. So now, she's a celebrity. Rah-rah, and all that. Everybody wants to be her friend now. She's walking in the hallway with the cool kids. Scott and her smiling at each other like a couple of lovebirds. And this was all in a day. Rome wasn't built in a day, but apparently you could go from being almost a nobody (I'm sorry, I'm calling it what it is) to the top of the totem pole in the span of a few class periods. Yeah, ok... I was jealous. But I also didnt want my best friend getting hurt. She didnt live in the world that the cool kids lived in - a world that cared more about appearances than character. I didnt live in that world either but I had two older brothers who had, and it was because of them why I chose not to. After school, I went by her house to talk to her, but her mother said, "Oh, she just left. She said she and a couple of friends were going to a concert. I thought you were going too, that's the only reason I even let her go." The only concert I knew was going on was at the park, and I went down there and found her up front, jumping and pumping her fist with her new friends. So I walked over and touched her shoulder. And she turned and - I'll never forget that look - she looked at me like I had wiped something slimy on her. Like I was disgusting, or that I had the nerve to touch her. After that look, I didnt even say anything, I just turned around and walked away. I stopped talking to her after that. She barely noticed. She was with a new crowd now. She went to the party. Got pregnant. Dropped out of school. Won lotto. Moved to Vegas. Opened a casino. Moved to Cali. Won lotto. Opened up a weed dispensary. Moved to New York. Won lotto. Bought real estate. It seemed like her life consisted mainly of moving to new places, winning lotto, and opening new business. I honestly didnt care, but her mom still lived in the neighborhood, and we still had a close relationship, so I would still hear about my best friend from her from time to time. The last time I saw my best friend was at our high school reunion. She was married to some billionaire now... and the son she had, had with Scott was engaged to the daughter of a billionaire... and this and that about billionaires...yada yada. I stayed away from her. I was doing alright for myself, but you can't explain to a billionaire that - yes - it is possible to live on a six figure income. But at some point during the night we wound up bumping into each other. I gestured to the refreshmant table and said "Napkins are over there. You know, in case you want to wipe yourself off. I know my touch disgusts you." She grabbed my arm as I tried to walk past her, and said, "Wait. You're still mad about that?" "I'm petty. What can I say? Now please let go of my arm." "No." Her grip tightened. "I will throw my drink in your face," I warned. I lifted my left arm with the wineglass in it to show her I was being very serious. She laughed, but then said seriously, "Do whatever you need to do to get even with me. I want to be friends again." "You don't get to decide that." I yanked my arm free. "We were young!" she whined. "I've grown. You were always mature, but I had to go through some things to finally get to where I am now. And Im mature enough to say Im sorry, and that I was wrong, and that I want to start over again." People were watching. But she didnt care. Her lip quivered. And she said, "I miss you." I sneezed. "Bless you," she said automatically. I had some remark about me sneezing because I was allergic to her bullshyt, but that wouldnt have fit in right with the beam of light shining down on me and the heavenly choir singing. It was gone almost as quick as it appeared, but everyone had seen it and they were whispering amongst themselves, trying to decide if what they had seen was real. I looked at my friend. My friend looked at me. One of us smiled. Then we laughed. And soon we were hugging and crying. After that, it was like her life gradually went on a decline. Her businesses failed. Her husband left her. Her son's engagement plans were canceled. Her money slowly dwindled until she eventually had to move back to the neighborhood and into her mother's house. Meanwhile, my life was doing the opposite. I gradually went from six figures, to seven, to eight... One day my best friend walked in while I was talking to her mother. "Sorry," she said. "I just came to get-" "Sorry for what?" her mom said, laughing. "This is your house, too." She looked embarassed to see me. "Hey..." "Hey." I smiled. "Quick question: didn't you take a journalism class once?" She gave a small snort. "Keyword: once." "So you know how to, like, edit papers and stuff?" She frowned. "...Doesn't everyone? Where are you going with this?" Her mom and I looked at each other with knowing smiles. "Uh, guys? I'm right here," she said. "I need a business partner to like check my memos for typos and things like that," I mentioned casually. "And if you happen to know anyone like that, let them know that I pay very well."	With a blast of wind, your window burst open, curtains were drawn, and you stumbled back. Your friend in bed next to you looks to you, you look to them. You’d just been browsing your phone on reddit, suddenly the world was beckoning. It started as a low hum, but your ears quickly picked up the familiar cliche of the sound as it rose; a holy chorus of angels. As it climaxed, so too did the intensity of the beam of light that had now enveloped your room from the window. A pair of cherubs fluttered in, some sort of ribbon in tow, as you and your friend stared on in increasing bewilderment. Floating up to either side of the window sill, the angelic children presented the banner they held towards you. As it draped, the words on the banner faded into existence in what was unmistakably...comic...sans... “Nobody will believe you,” a voice cracked through the air, echoing all the through your marrow. The heavenly bodies were sucked out of your room with the force of a snapping rubber band, drawn back by the banner which they had entered with. Their exit shut the window with enough force to shatter; the light had muted, the hum silenced, and a muffled crack of thunder rang outside. Your mother walks in, “what the hell did you do to the window?!” God dammit.
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	"The Release" (rough translation), is what my country called it, and I didn't even learn that until in custody. I was online pretty much every day before the Release, but I haven't used the internet until now since it all happened. I guess it would be helpful if I knew what the rest of the world called it, or if it even happened anywhere else. Back in 2018, I had an awful seizure, for the first and hopefully the last time in my life. It was extremely painful, I could only compare it to giving birth but this probably far exceeds that. I'll never know. But more importantly, it was long, as in about 5 hours. I was at the mall to see Ant-Man and the Wasp (still haven't seen it, I hope it's good) making my way to Popeyes, and the last thing I remember is seeing a kid get covered in a blue spandex suit, a man double in size, and finally a necklace appear around my neck. Or rather, a medallion. The whole thing went downhill from there. I woke up at the police station, questioned on what I remember and if I could tell what was happening to my body. My skin had gone pale, I didn't need my glasses anymore, and either I could smell really good all of a sudden, or one of the officers had a very 'intense' scent of trash. And I had gotten a medallion. Where was it anyway? I asked the officers to give it back, as it could have a connection to whatever was happening. They hesitated at first, but they complied. It... resembled a wolf's head. I had become a Witcher, gone through the Trial and everything. I was shocked, but it turned to fear before long, because as soon as they put the medallion around my neck, it started humming. In case you're not following, that's a sign of danger. Armored guards came in, babbling about how they 'figured out the cause' and were told to relocate the subjects. Then they drugged me, I was able to stay conscious at first but I guess I fell asleep after they put me in the back of their car. "Hey you, you're finally awake." Fuck. Witcher mod for Skyrim. I walked right into that one.	I slowly approached a corner carefully aiming my trusty M4-A4 for any surprises, I glanced at the HUD that magically appeared after the event checking that there was indeed only 1 enemy remaining. A staticy noise suddenly blasted in my ear, someone was playing Tupac with a shitty microphone overlaying it with their juvenile voice emphasizing all the bad words as if that was the essence of the song... Muted. My ears can't take this anymore, why can't people I muted before just stay fucking muted? I heard a footstep at 2 o'clock, a perk I got from the game, and I took out a flash grenade from my belt, "Fire In the Hole!", I grimanced as I was forced to tell that phrase every time I threw a damn nade, who the hell thought that yelling that out was beneficial when I'm trying to sneak around? The flash was perfect, it arced through the air and ignited the second it was around the corner, and I quickly side stepped around the corner. I saw my target, he was crouched behind some crate, he spat something in my direction and I instantly flicked my aim at his head, it was perfectly aimed as my burst of 3 bullets streamed towards him, dinkgushgush that must've been a kill, as long as I killed him before his spit of whatever hit me I'll be granted a win for the "round" as he was the last of the enemy. "Terrorist wins", wtf I died, my screen started fading and I look at the damage counter "86 damage in 1 hit". I was fucking CSGOed, the bloody netcode still applied to me in my real life enhanced state and two of my bullets disappeared into the oblivion. The score is now 15:14 in our advantage, and I have $6000 to my name. "Time for some auto sniper action" as I purchased a SCAR-20 and a set of armour and helmet with my mind. I really don't want to find out what happens if I lose the "match", whoever gets to 16 points wins, so I mentally brought out a menu that I refused to use all this time, I only installed this to find out how it looked, and now I have to sully my hands with it for real... I turned on all the options as I headed back out onto the field, a whirlwind, a precise monster, a spinbot... My head hurts as I spin my way around the area as automatically headshotting everything within my vicinity, walls be damned, why didn't my power disable the nauseating spin for me? I thought hackers had a "normal" view while spinning? Finally I was hunting my last victim, when I stuttered for a second (fucking lag in real life???) and walked right into a claymore (I wonder which game that's from?)... Shit shit shit, now they know my full powers and can prepare for it in overtime... I really don't want to blow up another nuclear facility as a terrorist again, it killed millions last time... But I have to survive.
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	(Aight my first WP attempt so be kinda easy on me?) I’m walking through the halls to my next class, getting the usual snicker here and there from my fellow classmates. “What a loser!” and “I can’t believe it!” Are the usual comments I hear from everyone. They all assume I had gotten some weak ass power, and that is hair manipulation, all because I simply couldn’t just pick one hair style for my character. You see, the thing is with this whole “Super power” phenomena is that the power you inherit is solely based on the last character you played in a video game, and I’m heavy on the ones that give you the option for a big selection of different options for every aspect of the body, and I never kept just one hair style throughout the entire game. So every now and then my hair would just randomly switch to another style, one minute I’m bald the next I’m looking like Jonathon Joestar. But the thing is that’s uhh... not exactly all I can do, it’s just what I show, because if I were to show to the real world what I could do? No one I know would be safe, not my family, not my friends, hell not even my girlfriend... With the character modifications I usually like to give them some whacky or overpowered trait depending on the game, and what I chose this time, while playing the game was a fantastic idea, but now in the real world? Not so much, I had chosen time manipulation. Now I know what you’re thinking “How in the hell could that put people in danger?” And I’m getting to that part, the thing that’s special about how my time manipulation works is it’s all based on my blood. What I take a small sharp object, make a nice cut along my palm, it starts glowing like some hocus pocus shit and I can fast forward time, reverse it, or outright stop it. That’s why I can’t ever tell anyone, not one single soul.	I slowly approached a corner carefully aiming my trusty M4-A4 for any surprises, I glanced at the HUD that magically appeared after the event checking that there was indeed only 1 enemy remaining. A staticy noise suddenly blasted in my ear, someone was playing Tupac with a shitty microphone overlaying it with their juvenile voice emphasizing all the bad words as if that was the essence of the song... Muted. My ears can't take this anymore, why can't people I muted before just stay fucking muted? I heard a footstep at 2 o'clock, a perk I got from the game, and I took out a flash grenade from my belt, "Fire In the Hole!", I grimanced as I was forced to tell that phrase every time I threw a damn nade, who the hell thought that yelling that out was beneficial when I'm trying to sneak around? The flash was perfect, it arced through the air and ignited the second it was around the corner, and I quickly side stepped around the corner. I saw my target, he was crouched behind some crate, he spat something in my direction and I instantly flicked my aim at his head, it was perfectly aimed as my burst of 3 bullets streamed towards him, dinkgushgush that must've been a kill, as long as I killed him before his spit of whatever hit me I'll be granted a win for the "round" as he was the last of the enemy. "Terrorist wins", wtf I died, my screen started fading and I look at the damage counter "86 damage in 1 hit". I was fucking CSGOed, the bloody netcode still applied to me in my real life enhanced state and two of my bullets disappeared into the oblivion. The score is now 15:14 in our advantage, and I have $6000 to my name. "Time for some auto sniper action" as I purchased a SCAR-20 and a set of armour and helmet with my mind. I really don't want to find out what happens if I lose the "match", whoever gets to 16 points wins, so I mentally brought out a menu that I refused to use all this time, I only installed this to find out how it looked, and now I have to sully my hands with it for real... I turned on all the options as I headed back out onto the field, a whirlwind, a precise monster, a spinbot... My head hurts as I spin my way around the area as automatically headshotting everything within my vicinity, walls be damned, why didn't my power disable the nauseating spin for me? I thought hackers had a "normal" view while spinning? Finally I was hunting my last victim, when I stuttered for a second (fucking lag in real life???) and walked right into a claymore (I wonder which game that's from?)... Shit shit shit, now they know my full powers and can prepare for it in overtime... I really don't want to blow up another nuclear facility as a terrorist again, it killed millions last time... But I have to survive.
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	“GO GREEN!!” My neighbor screeched at the field. I leaned to my friend Raya, “Is this entirely necessary? We could be doing something more fun. Like literally anything. Anything is more fun than this.” I looked at the field disdainfully. “Seriously Maize? This is like the one time your power is totally on point!” My glare hardened at her as I shifted back to normal. “Aw, come on Mai, we’re in the last quarter!” Whispers fluttered all around me, “Dude, did she just —“ “Holy shit did you see —“ “Dad that lady was GREEN —“. I sighed and shifted my color back to the team’s forest green, “Yay football.” I muttered sarcastically, ignoring the next wave of whispers and stares that followed my change. I’d long since gotten over my misfortune of power. Figures that an electromagnetic surge would hit the one time I was playing a kids game, granting me and several other thousand people the “gifts” of our game characters. Do you know how wicked some of these people’s power’s were? Most of them were changing the weather to avoid natural disasters, telekinetically rescuing people from fires, leaping tall buildings in a single bound. . .you know, superhero shit. Now in all fairness, I was hiding a secret. I hadn’t just been playing a kid’s game that auspicious Friday, I’d been modding and redeveloping it. Including my player. In fact when the surge hit, I’d been typing code in specifically to mod my player. You’d think that’d left me with a glitch or two, but nope, it left me with an unfinished code and a blinking cursor. When faced with the actual reality of becoming all-powerful, one tends to freeze up a little. Sure, I could code the crap out of myself and run this world from here until probably the end of time.....but was it ethical? Moral? And the question that bothered me most, what then? I’d had a couple of months to have an existential crisis and hadn’t been able to get past what happens next. The other players had showed me what a little power could do to a person. On the news you heard the amazing stories of the “PC Heroes” and how our world needed something extraordinary to survive. The chat rooms told a different story. Forums had popped up all over of PCs struggling with controlling their abilities, getting addicted, depressed, and some suicidal. After reading a post from a 15-year old my fantasies fell cold in their tracks, “I feel numb, like humming electric wire I have one purpose and it is my power. When I use it I lose myself and when I don’t I think of nothing else. I’ve lost my love, my pain, my anger. I’ve lost. I’m lost.” That was the last post she made. Two months ago. But was it selfish to not do it? Was it worth losing myself if I could save the lives of others? The thought had me frozen in indecision for months. “Mai,” my friend shook me, “Game’s over, let’s blow this popsicle stand.” She gestured towards the line shuffling towards the exit. Everything started happening in slow motion as the ground began shaking, and a crack in the stadium opened up below Raya. Screams rang out from every direction, but Raya’s sounded right in my ear as I reached out to grab her. “Raya!” I cried out, grasping her forearm in mine as she dropped into the hole. “Don’t let go, don’t let go, Mai, please, I love you, don’t let go” Raya sobbed over and over, fingers digging into my arm. The ground still shook beneath me, crack deepening, I reached another hand down holding her tightly. Tears streamed from my eyes as I struggled to hold her, I had to pull her up. “Help! Help! We need help!” I yelled looking around for anyone. There were others helping pull up victims who had fallen also, people still running for the exits screaming, chaos. “I’ve got you! Hold on!” A man ran over to my left and laid a hand on my shoulder has he reached down to grab Raya. “Pull!” He yelled. I strained my burning muscles as far as they could go, we grunted as we pulled her backward, sliding out of the crack and falling back into the stadium seats. “We’ve got to go,” I shouted grabbing Raya, still heaving on the ground. The man nodded and stumbled with us through the crowd to the exit. The shaking had ceased but we still moved quickly to the main level, getting as far as possible from the near death Raya had nearly faced an the real death for many others. As we reached the parking lot and the leave that awaiting I pulled away from Raya, already nearly jogging back towards the stadium. “Go home,” I said to her, “There’s something I need to do.” I had some coding to do.	I slowly approached a corner carefully aiming my trusty M4-A4 for any surprises, I glanced at the HUD that magically appeared after the event checking that there was indeed only 1 enemy remaining. A staticy noise suddenly blasted in my ear, someone was playing Tupac with a shitty microphone overlaying it with their juvenile voice emphasizing all the bad words as if that was the essence of the song... Muted. My ears can't take this anymore, why can't people I muted before just stay fucking muted? I heard a footstep at 2 o'clock, a perk I got from the game, and I took out a flash grenade from my belt, "Fire In the Hole!", I grimanced as I was forced to tell that phrase every time I threw a damn nade, who the hell thought that yelling that out was beneficial when I'm trying to sneak around? The flash was perfect, it arced through the air and ignited the second it was around the corner, and I quickly side stepped around the corner. I saw my target, he was crouched behind some crate, he spat something in my direction and I instantly flicked my aim at his head, it was perfectly aimed as my burst of 3 bullets streamed towards him, dinkgushgush that must've been a kill, as long as I killed him before his spit of whatever hit me I'll be granted a win for the "round" as he was the last of the enemy. "Terrorist wins", wtf I died, my screen started fading and I look at the damage counter "86 damage in 1 hit". I was fucking CSGOed, the bloody netcode still applied to me in my real life enhanced state and two of my bullets disappeared into the oblivion. The score is now 15:14 in our advantage, and I have $6000 to my name. "Time for some auto sniper action" as I purchased a SCAR-20 and a set of armour and helmet with my mind. I really don't want to find out what happens if I lose the "match", whoever gets to 16 points wins, so I mentally brought out a menu that I refused to use all this time, I only installed this to find out how it looked, and now I have to sully my hands with it for real... I turned on all the options as I headed back out onto the field, a whirlwind, a precise monster, a spinbot... My head hurts as I spin my way around the area as automatically headshotting everything within my vicinity, walls be damned, why didn't my power disable the nauseating spin for me? I thought hackers had a "normal" view while spinning? Finally I was hunting my last victim, when I stuttered for a second (fucking lag in real life???) and walked right into a claymore (I wonder which game that's from?)... Shit shit shit, now they know my full powers and can prepare for it in overtime... I really don't want to blow up another nuclear facility as a terrorist again, it killed millions last time... But I have to survive.
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	Jeeeeeesus, check out that pathetic 'Mario' on the other side of the road. Running, jumping, and 'Wa-hoooo-ing' like a madman as he makes his way down the street... what an amateur. I don't mean to brag, it's just that I kinda lucked out when the super power lottery was being handed out. By my count there are a couple hundred of us who received our powers from the last video game we'd all played, but I was a bit of a hobbyist modder, and as a result, my game character was a tad... overpowered at the time I was granted all his powers. God mode, all weapons, unlimited ammo and many more. You name it, I probably had the power in my arsenal. I'm a bit of a bounty hunter in this new world full of video game powered heroes. People call me when one of my brethren get out of hand and the cops can't do jack shit to stop them. Right now I'm on a call to detain an 'incredibly annoying blue hedgehog', which I'm not exactly looking forward to, but a gig is a gig. The warehouse he'd been spotted at is just around this next corner and then I'll-- Oh crap... there's that Knight Solaire wannabe walking right towards me, and it's too late to change direction. Don't make eye contact, don't make eye contact... "Praise the sun, good sir!" I bellowed, trying my best to stay on his good side. "Fuck off," his muffled, echoing voice muttered as he passed by me without breaking his stride. That was about par for the course for how those interactions typically went for me. In fairness, the folks playing Dark Souls at the time of the event kind of got the short end of the stick. Their 'powers' include being incredibly somber and moody, invulnerability for a split second while rolling, and the 'gift' of being transformed into an undead husk of a human being when they die. I was there the first time one of them found a bonfire on the beach, but when they realized couldn't kindle it or restore their humanity no matter how hard they tried, they were extremely pissed. I guess if I were cursed to live for eternity as a grotesque creature that looked like a raisin that had been left out in the sun 200 years, I might be a little pissed as well. As I entered the warehouse, my worst fears were confirmed. A blue blur shot past me, shouting about how 'rad' he was, and knocking me over in the process. A life sized Sonic the Hedgehog reject stood over me wagging a finger at me as a grin crossed his distressingly human face. To be clear, you don't HAVE to dress up like the character you received your powers from, this goober just apparently really wanted to dress up as Sonic. And let me tell ya, you think the CGI movie Sonic was an atrocity? Imagine the horrors I'm seeing as this middle aged, obese man sprints around the warehouse completely nude aside from oodles of blue fur poorly glued to his body. The fur did not leave enough to the imagination, gonna need some serious eye bleach after this is over, that's all I'm saying. "You're too late, I'm outta here pal! Gotta go fast!" he shouted as he 'wound up' his legs and was off like a shot. "Okay," I shrugged, as I suddenly moved at light speed and caught up with him in an instant. "Goddamn speed hacker!" he shouted back at me as he took a hard turn to try and throw me off. Growing tired of chasing him, I surveyed my bevy of hundreds of fully loaded weapons, selected a concussion grenade launcher, aimed, fired and... missed him by a mile. Yeah, no aimbots for me... even I had to draw the line somewhere, I do have my personal moral code to follow, but sadly that code was coming back to bite me at the moment. As I missed, 'Sonic' slipped through the door, slamming it shut and locking it up tight behind him. "You're tooooo slow, dude!" he taunted me poorly through the window. Thoroughly annoyed at him by this point, I activated the last of my major powers, slipped through the wall, and tackled the blue freak to the ground without warning. "What the heck?!" he protested. "No clip," I growled into his ear as I tied up his hands and feet. One more degenerate off the streets, but I can't help feeling there had to be far worse 'heroes' and 'villains' out there. I mean, odds are that somebody had to have been playing Mortal Kombat just before the powers got handed out, didn't they? ___ Feel free to check out r/Ryter if you'd like to explore more of my stories (Dudes covered in blue hedgehog hair may be denied entry, but otherwise, all are welcome!)	I slowly approached a corner carefully aiming my trusty M4-A4 for any surprises, I glanced at the HUD that magically appeared after the event checking that there was indeed only 1 enemy remaining. A staticy noise suddenly blasted in my ear, someone was playing Tupac with a shitty microphone overlaying it with their juvenile voice emphasizing all the bad words as if that was the essence of the song... Muted. My ears can't take this anymore, why can't people I muted before just stay fucking muted? I heard a footstep at 2 o'clock, a perk I got from the game, and I took out a flash grenade from my belt, "Fire In the Hole!", I grimanced as I was forced to tell that phrase every time I threw a damn nade, who the hell thought that yelling that out was beneficial when I'm trying to sneak around? The flash was perfect, it arced through the air and ignited the second it was around the corner, and I quickly side stepped around the corner. I saw my target, he was crouched behind some crate, he spat something in my direction and I instantly flicked my aim at his head, it was perfectly aimed as my burst of 3 bullets streamed towards him, dinkgushgush that must've been a kill, as long as I killed him before his spit of whatever hit me I'll be granted a win for the "round" as he was the last of the enemy. "Terrorist wins", wtf I died, my screen started fading and I look at the damage counter "86 damage in 1 hit". I was fucking CSGOed, the bloody netcode still applied to me in my real life enhanced state and two of my bullets disappeared into the oblivion. The score is now 15:14 in our advantage, and I have $6000 to my name. "Time for some auto sniper action" as I purchased a SCAR-20 and a set of armour and helmet with my mind. I really don't want to find out what happens if I lose the "match", whoever gets to 16 points wins, so I mentally brought out a menu that I refused to use all this time, I only installed this to find out how it looked, and now I have to sully my hands with it for real... I turned on all the options as I headed back out onto the field, a whirlwind, a precise monster, a spinbot... My head hurts as I spin my way around the area as automatically headshotting everything within my vicinity, walls be damned, why didn't my power disable the nauseating spin for me? I thought hackers had a "normal" view while spinning? Finally I was hunting my last victim, when I stuttered for a second (fucking lag in real life???) and walked right into a claymore (I wonder which game that's from?)... Shit shit shit, now they know my full powers and can prepare for it in overtime... I really don't want to blow up another nuclear facility as a terrorist again, it killed millions last time... But I have to survive.
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	"The Release" (rough translation), is what my country called it, and I didn't even learn that until in custody. I was online pretty much every day before the Release, but I haven't used the internet until now since it all happened. I guess it would be helpful if I knew what the rest of the world called it, or if it even happened anywhere else. Back in 2018, I had an awful seizure, for the first and hopefully the last time in my life. It was extremely painful, I could only compare it to giving birth but this probably far exceeds that. I'll never know. But more importantly, it was long, as in about 5 hours. I was at the mall to see Ant-Man and the Wasp (still haven't seen it, I hope it's good) making my way to Popeyes, and the last thing I remember is seeing a kid get covered in a blue spandex suit, a man double in size, and finally a necklace appear around my neck. Or rather, a medallion. The whole thing went downhill from there. I woke up at the police station, questioned on what I remember and if I could tell what was happening to my body. My skin had gone pale, I didn't need my glasses anymore, and either I could smell really good all of a sudden, or one of the officers had a very 'intense' scent of trash. And I had gotten a medallion. Where was it anyway? I asked the officers to give it back, as it could have a connection to whatever was happening. They hesitated at first, but they complied. It... resembled a wolf's head. I had become a Witcher, gone through the Trial and everything. I was shocked, but it turned to fear before long, because as soon as they put the medallion around my neck, it started humming. In case you're not following, that's a sign of danger. Armored guards came in, babbling about how they 'figured out the cause' and were told to relocate the subjects. Then they drugged me, I was able to stay conscious at first but I guess I fell asleep after they put me in the back of their car. "Hey you, you're finally awake." Fuck. Witcher mod for Skyrim. I walked right into that one.	On December 25th of 2020, God declared from on high that “He had enough of this pussy ass “sitting back and watching the world” shit. Time to spice things up.” Human creativity knew no bounds, not even He could think up half the crap we came up with, I mean, have you seen all the porn? He has. All of it. So naturally, God decided to plagiarize humanity when it came time to unleash his decree. No more plagues, or floods, or silly apocalypse scenarios with swords swinging from J-dog’s tongue. No, we’re going to give a few thousand people video game powers this Christmas. Just to spice things up. God was an avid gamer. I was one of a few thousand who received God’s blessing of video game powers. I play dota 2. My favorite hero, and the one I had left in demo mode before all this happened was Meepo. God slightly overlooked some fine details when giving random people super powers based on the last character they played, because he certainly didn’t seem to care that I now had invulnerability, infinite gold, and the ability to teleport between my clones across the known universe at will. All things considered I got pretty lucky, and It’s worked out well so far. Worst I’ve done is crash the price of Gold down a few hundred points when I went on a spending spree of a few hundred million. Bought a yacht, penthouse in Madrid, a private Jet, and then left the rest in a nice little rainy day account. I’ve got 4 clones which I control simultaneously along with myself. I was good at micro before all this, but now when it’s all I do 24/7 it’s like I’m actually 5 different people at once. I receive a seamless stream of consciousness from each on top of my own now. The first of my guys is on a deep space mission. Everyone at NASA loves me, and Elon’s been a babe ever since he realized he could blow up as many rockets as he wanted and I’d be a-okay. No more messy human rights or ethics to worry about, and we got my mission up and running in a fraction of the time it would’ve taken. The next 2 are touring the world, checking out the last few countries I haven’t been to yet. One is currently touring the pacific islands, the other is deep in Russian wilderness. Don’t even get me started on how hard it was getting 5 passports, it was barely worth it. The last clone’s on my yacht, partying with the groupies and tanning in the sun. He’s the PR man, and quite frankly the one I really spend the majority of my conscious action on. My main, however, is in Madrid. Living out my dream from before all this happened. What can I say, even if I don’t need it to survive, Jamón ibérico is just too damn good.
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	Some people got the ability to fly. Some people got super-strength. Pretty much everyone got increased HP. I got a little nanofabricator. Very useful, but terribly slow. Luckily, it had a recipe for a larger assembling machine. The factory must grow. Now, I really didn't want any super-fighter messing up my plan. So I paid a guy with flight abilities to drop me off on a tiny island in the middle of the ocean. Hundreds of miles of water in each direction. Because honestly, I don't need anything but seawater. The factory must grow. Starting with farming algae and burning it for power, I spent a few days scaling up power and mineral production, living off fish I easily caught by telling them that they should be deconstructed. When I figured out how to produce advanced petrochemicals, things started getting crazy. The factory must grow. It's now half a year after the Event. I own a small continent in the middle of the pacific, a continent which supplies most of the world's demand for metals and electronics. I also happen to have quite the considerable space force since I joined forces with the Kerbals. While others fly around and shoot lasers from their eyes, I'm enjoying being the world's richest man alive. If I wanted to, I could set production to make enough flying battle bots to take over the world in hours. But why should I? I already own most of it anyway. The factory must grow. Oh my, do I enjoy seablock.	On December 25th of 2020, God declared from on high that “He had enough of this pussy ass “sitting back and watching the world” shit. Time to spice things up.” Human creativity knew no bounds, not even He could think up half the crap we came up with, I mean, have you seen all the porn? He has. All of it. So naturally, God decided to plagiarize humanity when it came time to unleash his decree. No more plagues, or floods, or silly apocalypse scenarios with swords swinging from J-dog’s tongue. No, we’re going to give a few thousand people video game powers this Christmas. Just to spice things up. God was an avid gamer. I was one of a few thousand who received God’s blessing of video game powers. I play dota 2. My favorite hero, and the one I had left in demo mode before all this happened was Meepo. God slightly overlooked some fine details when giving random people super powers based on the last character they played, because he certainly didn’t seem to care that I now had invulnerability, infinite gold, and the ability to teleport between my clones across the known universe at will. All things considered I got pretty lucky, and It’s worked out well so far. Worst I’ve done is crash the price of Gold down a few hundred points when I went on a spending spree of a few hundred million. Bought a yacht, penthouse in Madrid, a private Jet, and then left the rest in a nice little rainy day account. I’ve got 4 clones which I control simultaneously along with myself. I was good at micro before all this, but now when it’s all I do 24/7 it’s like I’m actually 5 different people at once. I receive a seamless stream of consciousness from each on top of my own now. The first of my guys is on a deep space mission. Everyone at NASA loves me, and Elon’s been a babe ever since he realized he could blow up as many rockets as he wanted and I’d be a-okay. No more messy human rights or ethics to worry about, and we got my mission up and running in a fraction of the time it would’ve taken. The next 2 are touring the world, checking out the last few countries I haven’t been to yet. One is currently touring the pacific islands, the other is deep in Russian wilderness. Don’t even get me started on how hard it was getting 5 passports, it was barely worth it. The last clone’s on my yacht, partying with the groupies and tanning in the sun. He’s the PR man, and quite frankly the one I really spend the majority of my conscious action on. My main, however, is in Madrid. Living out my dream from before all this happened. What can I say, even if I don’t need it to survive, Jamón ibérico is just too damn good.
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	(Aight my first WP attempt so be kinda easy on me?) I’m walking through the halls to my next class, getting the usual snicker here and there from my fellow classmates. “What a loser!” and “I can’t believe it!” Are the usual comments I hear from everyone. They all assume I had gotten some weak ass power, and that is hair manipulation, all because I simply couldn’t just pick one hair style for my character. You see, the thing is with this whole “Super power” phenomena is that the power you inherit is solely based on the last character you played in a video game, and I’m heavy on the ones that give you the option for a big selection of different options for every aspect of the body, and I never kept just one hair style throughout the entire game. So every now and then my hair would just randomly switch to another style, one minute I’m bald the next I’m looking like Jonathon Joestar. But the thing is that’s uhh... not exactly all I can do, it’s just what I show, because if I were to show to the real world what I could do? No one I know would be safe, not my family, not my friends, hell not even my girlfriend... With the character modifications I usually like to give them some whacky or overpowered trait depending on the game, and what I chose this time, while playing the game was a fantastic idea, but now in the real world? Not so much, I had chosen time manipulation. Now I know what you’re thinking “How in the hell could that put people in danger?” And I’m getting to that part, the thing that’s special about how my time manipulation works is it’s all based on my blood. What I take a small sharp object, make a nice cut along my palm, it starts glowing like some hocus pocus shit and I can fast forward time, reverse it, or outright stop it. That’s why I can’t ever tell anyone, not one single soul.	On December 25th of 2020, God declared from on high that “He had enough of this pussy ass “sitting back and watching the world” shit. Time to spice things up.” Human creativity knew no bounds, not even He could think up half the crap we came up with, I mean, have you seen all the porn? He has. All of it. So naturally, God decided to plagiarize humanity when it came time to unleash his decree. No more plagues, or floods, or silly apocalypse scenarios with swords swinging from J-dog’s tongue. No, we’re going to give a few thousand people video game powers this Christmas. Just to spice things up. God was an avid gamer. I was one of a few thousand who received God’s blessing of video game powers. I play dota 2. My favorite hero, and the one I had left in demo mode before all this happened was Meepo. God slightly overlooked some fine details when giving random people super powers based on the last character they played, because he certainly didn’t seem to care that I now had invulnerability, infinite gold, and the ability to teleport between my clones across the known universe at will. All things considered I got pretty lucky, and It’s worked out well so far. Worst I’ve done is crash the price of Gold down a few hundred points when I went on a spending spree of a few hundred million. Bought a yacht, penthouse in Madrid, a private Jet, and then left the rest in a nice little rainy day account. I’ve got 4 clones which I control simultaneously along with myself. I was good at micro before all this, but now when it’s all I do 24/7 it’s like I’m actually 5 different people at once. I receive a seamless stream of consciousness from each on top of my own now. The first of my guys is on a deep space mission. Everyone at NASA loves me, and Elon’s been a babe ever since he realized he could blow up as many rockets as he wanted and I’d be a-okay. No more messy human rights or ethics to worry about, and we got my mission up and running in a fraction of the time it would’ve taken. The next 2 are touring the world, checking out the last few countries I haven’t been to yet. One is currently touring the pacific islands, the other is deep in Russian wilderness. Don’t even get me started on how hard it was getting 5 passports, it was barely worth it. The last clone’s on my yacht, partying with the groupies and tanning in the sun. He’s the PR man, and quite frankly the one I really spend the majority of my conscious action on. My main, however, is in Madrid. Living out my dream from before all this happened. What can I say, even if I don’t need it to survive, Jamón ibérico is just too damn good.
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	“GO GREEN!!” My neighbor screeched at the field. I leaned to my friend Raya, “Is this entirely necessary? We could be doing something more fun. Like literally anything. Anything is more fun than this.” I looked at the field disdainfully. “Seriously Maize? This is like the one time your power is totally on point!” My glare hardened at her as I shifted back to normal. “Aw, come on Mai, we’re in the last quarter!” Whispers fluttered all around me, “Dude, did she just —“ “Holy shit did you see —“ “Dad that lady was GREEN —“. I sighed and shifted my color back to the team’s forest green, “Yay football.” I muttered sarcastically, ignoring the next wave of whispers and stares that followed my change. I’d long since gotten over my misfortune of power. Figures that an electromagnetic surge would hit the one time I was playing a kids game, granting me and several other thousand people the “gifts” of our game characters. Do you know how wicked some of these people’s power’s were? Most of them were changing the weather to avoid natural disasters, telekinetically rescuing people from fires, leaping tall buildings in a single bound. . .you know, superhero shit. Now in all fairness, I was hiding a secret. I hadn’t just been playing a kid’s game that auspicious Friday, I’d been modding and redeveloping it. Including my player. In fact when the surge hit, I’d been typing code in specifically to mod my player. You’d think that’d left me with a glitch or two, but nope, it left me with an unfinished code and a blinking cursor. When faced with the actual reality of becoming all-powerful, one tends to freeze up a little. Sure, I could code the crap out of myself and run this world from here until probably the end of time.....but was it ethical? Moral? And the question that bothered me most, what then? I’d had a couple of months to have an existential crisis and hadn’t been able to get past what happens next. The other players had showed me what a little power could do to a person. On the news you heard the amazing stories of the “PC Heroes” and how our world needed something extraordinary to survive. The chat rooms told a different story. Forums had popped up all over of PCs struggling with controlling their abilities, getting addicted, depressed, and some suicidal. After reading a post from a 15-year old my fantasies fell cold in their tracks, “I feel numb, like humming electric wire I have one purpose and it is my power. When I use it I lose myself and when I don’t I think of nothing else. I’ve lost my love, my pain, my anger. I’ve lost. I’m lost.” That was the last post she made. Two months ago. But was it selfish to not do it? Was it worth losing myself if I could save the lives of others? The thought had me frozen in indecision for months. “Mai,” my friend shook me, “Game’s over, let’s blow this popsicle stand.” She gestured towards the line shuffling towards the exit. Everything started happening in slow motion as the ground began shaking, and a crack in the stadium opened up below Raya. Screams rang out from every direction, but Raya’s sounded right in my ear as I reached out to grab her. “Raya!” I cried out, grasping her forearm in mine as she dropped into the hole. “Don’t let go, don’t let go, Mai, please, I love you, don’t let go” Raya sobbed over and over, fingers digging into my arm. The ground still shook beneath me, crack deepening, I reached another hand down holding her tightly. Tears streamed from my eyes as I struggled to hold her, I had to pull her up. “Help! Help! We need help!” I yelled looking around for anyone. There were others helping pull up victims who had fallen also, people still running for the exits screaming, chaos. “I’ve got you! Hold on!” A man ran over to my left and laid a hand on my shoulder has he reached down to grab Raya. “Pull!” He yelled. I strained my burning muscles as far as they could go, we grunted as we pulled her backward, sliding out of the crack and falling back into the stadium seats. “We’ve got to go,” I shouted grabbing Raya, still heaving on the ground. The man nodded and stumbled with us through the crowd to the exit. The shaking had ceased but we still moved quickly to the main level, getting as far as possible from the near death Raya had nearly faced an the real death for many others. As we reached the parking lot and the leave that awaiting I pulled away from Raya, already nearly jogging back towards the stadium. “Go home,” I said to her, “There’s something I need to do.” I had some coding to do.	On December 25th of 2020, God declared from on high that “He had enough of this pussy ass “sitting back and watching the world” shit. Time to spice things up.” Human creativity knew no bounds, not even He could think up half the crap we came up with, I mean, have you seen all the porn? He has. All of it. So naturally, God decided to plagiarize humanity when it came time to unleash his decree. No more plagues, or floods, or silly apocalypse scenarios with swords swinging from J-dog’s tongue. No, we’re going to give a few thousand people video game powers this Christmas. Just to spice things up. God was an avid gamer. I was one of a few thousand who received God’s blessing of video game powers. I play dota 2. My favorite hero, and the one I had left in demo mode before all this happened was Meepo. God slightly overlooked some fine details when giving random people super powers based on the last character they played, because he certainly didn’t seem to care that I now had invulnerability, infinite gold, and the ability to teleport between my clones across the known universe at will. All things considered I got pretty lucky, and It’s worked out well so far. Worst I’ve done is crash the price of Gold down a few hundred points when I went on a spending spree of a few hundred million. Bought a yacht, penthouse in Madrid, a private Jet, and then left the rest in a nice little rainy day account. I’ve got 4 clones which I control simultaneously along with myself. I was good at micro before all this, but now when it’s all I do 24/7 it’s like I’m actually 5 different people at once. I receive a seamless stream of consciousness from each on top of my own now. The first of my guys is on a deep space mission. Everyone at NASA loves me, and Elon’s been a babe ever since he realized he could blow up as many rockets as he wanted and I’d be a-okay. No more messy human rights or ethics to worry about, and we got my mission up and running in a fraction of the time it would’ve taken. The next 2 are touring the world, checking out the last few countries I haven’t been to yet. One is currently touring the pacific islands, the other is deep in Russian wilderness. Don’t even get me started on how hard it was getting 5 passports, it was barely worth it. The last clone’s on my yacht, partying with the groupies and tanning in the sun. He’s the PR man, and quite frankly the one I really spend the majority of my conscious action on. My main, however, is in Madrid. Living out my dream from before all this happened. What can I say, even if I don’t need it to survive, Jamón ibérico is just too damn good.
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	Jeeeeeesus, check out that pathetic 'Mario' on the other side of the road. Running, jumping, and 'Wa-hoooo-ing' like a madman as he makes his way down the street... what an amateur. I don't mean to brag, it's just that I kinda lucked out when the super power lottery was being handed out. By my count there are a couple hundred of us who received our powers from the last video game we'd all played, but I was a bit of a hobbyist modder, and as a result, my game character was a tad... overpowered at the time I was granted all his powers. God mode, all weapons, unlimited ammo and many more. You name it, I probably had the power in my arsenal. I'm a bit of a bounty hunter in this new world full of video game powered heroes. People call me when one of my brethren get out of hand and the cops can't do jack shit to stop them. Right now I'm on a call to detain an 'incredibly annoying blue hedgehog', which I'm not exactly looking forward to, but a gig is a gig. The warehouse he'd been spotted at is just around this next corner and then I'll-- Oh crap... there's that Knight Solaire wannabe walking right towards me, and it's too late to change direction. Don't make eye contact, don't make eye contact... "Praise the sun, good sir!" I bellowed, trying my best to stay on his good side. "Fuck off," his muffled, echoing voice muttered as he passed by me without breaking his stride. That was about par for the course for how those interactions typically went for me. In fairness, the folks playing Dark Souls at the time of the event kind of got the short end of the stick. Their 'powers' include being incredibly somber and moody, invulnerability for a split second while rolling, and the 'gift' of being transformed into an undead husk of a human being when they die. I was there the first time one of them found a bonfire on the beach, but when they realized couldn't kindle it or restore their humanity no matter how hard they tried, they were extremely pissed. I guess if I were cursed to live for eternity as a grotesque creature that looked like a raisin that had been left out in the sun 200 years, I might be a little pissed as well. As I entered the warehouse, my worst fears were confirmed. A blue blur shot past me, shouting about how 'rad' he was, and knocking me over in the process. A life sized Sonic the Hedgehog reject stood over me wagging a finger at me as a grin crossed his distressingly human face. To be clear, you don't HAVE to dress up like the character you received your powers from, this goober just apparently really wanted to dress up as Sonic. And let me tell ya, you think the CGI movie Sonic was an atrocity? Imagine the horrors I'm seeing as this middle aged, obese man sprints around the warehouse completely nude aside from oodles of blue fur poorly glued to his body. The fur did not leave enough to the imagination, gonna need some serious eye bleach after this is over, that's all I'm saying. "You're too late, I'm outta here pal! Gotta go fast!" he shouted as he 'wound up' his legs and was off like a shot. "Okay," I shrugged, as I suddenly moved at light speed and caught up with him in an instant. "Goddamn speed hacker!" he shouted back at me as he took a hard turn to try and throw me off. Growing tired of chasing him, I surveyed my bevy of hundreds of fully loaded weapons, selected a concussion grenade launcher, aimed, fired and... missed him by a mile. Yeah, no aimbots for me... even I had to draw the line somewhere, I do have my personal moral code to follow, but sadly that code was coming back to bite me at the moment. As I missed, 'Sonic' slipped through the door, slamming it shut and locking it up tight behind him. "You're tooooo slow, dude!" he taunted me poorly through the window. Thoroughly annoyed at him by this point, I activated the last of my major powers, slipped through the wall, and tackled the blue freak to the ground without warning. "What the heck?!" he protested. "No clip," I growled into his ear as I tied up his hands and feet. One more degenerate off the streets, but I can't help feeling there had to be far worse 'heroes' and 'villains' out there. I mean, odds are that somebody had to have been playing Mortal Kombat just before the powers got handed out, didn't they? ___ Feel free to check out r/Ryter if you'd like to explore more of my stories (Dudes covered in blue hedgehog hair may be denied entry, but otherwise, all are welcome!)	On December 25th of 2020, God declared from on high that “He had enough of this pussy ass “sitting back and watching the world” shit. Time to spice things up.” Human creativity knew no bounds, not even He could think up half the crap we came up with, I mean, have you seen all the porn? He has. All of it. So naturally, God decided to plagiarize humanity when it came time to unleash his decree. No more plagues, or floods, or silly apocalypse scenarios with swords swinging from J-dog’s tongue. No, we’re going to give a few thousand people video game powers this Christmas. Just to spice things up. God was an avid gamer. I was one of a few thousand who received God’s blessing of video game powers. I play dota 2. My favorite hero, and the one I had left in demo mode before all this happened was Meepo. God slightly overlooked some fine details when giving random people super powers based on the last character they played, because he certainly didn’t seem to care that I now had invulnerability, infinite gold, and the ability to teleport between my clones across the known universe at will. All things considered I got pretty lucky, and It’s worked out well so far. Worst I’ve done is crash the price of Gold down a few hundred points when I went on a spending spree of a few hundred million. Bought a yacht, penthouse in Madrid, a private Jet, and then left the rest in a nice little rainy day account. I’ve got 4 clones which I control simultaneously along with myself. I was good at micro before all this, but now when it’s all I do 24/7 it’s like I’m actually 5 different people at once. I receive a seamless stream of consciousness from each on top of my own now. The first of my guys is on a deep space mission. Everyone at NASA loves me, and Elon’s been a babe ever since he realized he could blow up as many rockets as he wanted and I’d be a-okay. No more messy human rights or ethics to worry about, and we got my mission up and running in a fraction of the time it would’ve taken. The next 2 are touring the world, checking out the last few countries I haven’t been to yet. One is currently touring the pacific islands, the other is deep in Russian wilderness. Don’t even get me started on how hard it was getting 5 passports, it was barely worth it. The last clone’s on my yacht, partying with the groupies and tanning in the sun. He’s the PR man, and quite frankly the one I really spend the majority of my conscious action on. My main, however, is in Madrid. Living out my dream from before all this happened. What can I say, even if I don’t need it to survive, Jamón ibérico is just too damn good.
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	(Aight my first WP attempt so be kinda easy on me?) I’m walking through the halls to my next class, getting the usual snicker here and there from my fellow classmates. “What a loser!” and “I can’t believe it!” Are the usual comments I hear from everyone. They all assume I had gotten some weak ass power, and that is hair manipulation, all because I simply couldn’t just pick one hair style for my character. You see, the thing is with this whole “Super power” phenomena is that the power you inherit is solely based on the last character you played in a video game, and I’m heavy on the ones that give you the option for a big selection of different options for every aspect of the body, and I never kept just one hair style throughout the entire game. So every now and then my hair would just randomly switch to another style, one minute I’m bald the next I’m looking like Jonathon Joestar. But the thing is that’s uhh... not exactly all I can do, it’s just what I show, because if I were to show to the real world what I could do? No one I know would be safe, not my family, not my friends, hell not even my girlfriend... With the character modifications I usually like to give them some whacky or overpowered trait depending on the game, and what I chose this time, while playing the game was a fantastic idea, but now in the real world? Not so much, I had chosen time manipulation. Now I know what you’re thinking “How in the hell could that put people in danger?” And I’m getting to that part, the thing that’s special about how my time manipulation works is it’s all based on my blood. What I take a small sharp object, make a nice cut along my palm, it starts glowing like some hocus pocus shit and I can fast forward time, reverse it, or outright stop it. That’s why I can’t ever tell anyone, not one single soul.	"The Release" (rough translation), is what my country called it, and I didn't even learn that until in custody. I was online pretty much every day before the Release, but I haven't used the internet until now since it all happened. I guess it would be helpful if I knew what the rest of the world called it, or if it even happened anywhere else. Back in 2018, I had an awful seizure, for the first and hopefully the last time in my life. It was extremely painful, I could only compare it to giving birth but this probably far exceeds that. I'll never know. But more importantly, it was long, as in about 5 hours. I was at the mall to see Ant-Man and the Wasp (still haven't seen it, I hope it's good) making my way to Popeyes, and the last thing I remember is seeing a kid get covered in a blue spandex suit, a man double in size, and finally a necklace appear around my neck. Or rather, a medallion. The whole thing went downhill from there. I woke up at the police station, questioned on what I remember and if I could tell what was happening to my body. My skin had gone pale, I didn't need my glasses anymore, and either I could smell really good all of a sudden, or one of the officers had a very 'intense' scent of trash. And I had gotten a medallion. Where was it anyway? I asked the officers to give it back, as it could have a connection to whatever was happening. They hesitated at first, but they complied. It... resembled a wolf's head. I had become a Witcher, gone through the Trial and everything. I was shocked, but it turned to fear before long, because as soon as they put the medallion around my neck, it started humming. In case you're not following, that's a sign of danger. Armored guards came in, babbling about how they 'figured out the cause' and were told to relocate the subjects. Then they drugged me, I was able to stay conscious at first but I guess I fell asleep after they put me in the back of their car. "Hey you, you're finally awake." Fuck. Witcher mod for Skyrim. I walked right into that one.
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	“GO GREEN!!” My neighbor screeched at the field. I leaned to my friend Raya, “Is this entirely necessary? We could be doing something more fun. Like literally anything. Anything is more fun than this.” I looked at the field disdainfully. “Seriously Maize? This is like the one time your power is totally on point!” My glare hardened at her as I shifted back to normal. “Aw, come on Mai, we’re in the last quarter!” Whispers fluttered all around me, “Dude, did she just —“ “Holy shit did you see —“ “Dad that lady was GREEN —“. I sighed and shifted my color back to the team’s forest green, “Yay football.” I muttered sarcastically, ignoring the next wave of whispers and stares that followed my change. I’d long since gotten over my misfortune of power. Figures that an electromagnetic surge would hit the one time I was playing a kids game, granting me and several other thousand people the “gifts” of our game characters. Do you know how wicked some of these people’s power’s were? Most of them were changing the weather to avoid natural disasters, telekinetically rescuing people from fires, leaping tall buildings in a single bound. . .you know, superhero shit. Now in all fairness, I was hiding a secret. I hadn’t just been playing a kid’s game that auspicious Friday, I’d been modding and redeveloping it. Including my player. In fact when the surge hit, I’d been typing code in specifically to mod my player. You’d think that’d left me with a glitch or two, but nope, it left me with an unfinished code and a blinking cursor. When faced with the actual reality of becoming all-powerful, one tends to freeze up a little. Sure, I could code the crap out of myself and run this world from here until probably the end of time.....but was it ethical? Moral? And the question that bothered me most, what then? I’d had a couple of months to have an existential crisis and hadn’t been able to get past what happens next. The other players had showed me what a little power could do to a person. On the news you heard the amazing stories of the “PC Heroes” and how our world needed something extraordinary to survive. The chat rooms told a different story. Forums had popped up all over of PCs struggling with controlling their abilities, getting addicted, depressed, and some suicidal. After reading a post from a 15-year old my fantasies fell cold in their tracks, “I feel numb, like humming electric wire I have one purpose and it is my power. When I use it I lose myself and when I don’t I think of nothing else. I’ve lost my love, my pain, my anger. I’ve lost. I’m lost.” That was the last post she made. Two months ago. But was it selfish to not do it? Was it worth losing myself if I could save the lives of others? The thought had me frozen in indecision for months. “Mai,” my friend shook me, “Game’s over, let’s blow this popsicle stand.” She gestured towards the line shuffling towards the exit. Everything started happening in slow motion as the ground began shaking, and a crack in the stadium opened up below Raya. Screams rang out from every direction, but Raya’s sounded right in my ear as I reached out to grab her. “Raya!” I cried out, grasping her forearm in mine as she dropped into the hole. “Don’t let go, don’t let go, Mai, please, I love you, don’t let go” Raya sobbed over and over, fingers digging into my arm. The ground still shook beneath me, crack deepening, I reached another hand down holding her tightly. Tears streamed from my eyes as I struggled to hold her, I had to pull her up. “Help! Help! We need help!” I yelled looking around for anyone. There were others helping pull up victims who had fallen also, people still running for the exits screaming, chaos. “I’ve got you! Hold on!” A man ran over to my left and laid a hand on my shoulder has he reached down to grab Raya. “Pull!” He yelled. I strained my burning muscles as far as they could go, we grunted as we pulled her backward, sliding out of the crack and falling back into the stadium seats. “We’ve got to go,” I shouted grabbing Raya, still heaving on the ground. The man nodded and stumbled with us through the crowd to the exit. The shaking had ceased but we still moved quickly to the main level, getting as far as possible from the near death Raya had nearly faced an the real death for many others. As we reached the parking lot and the leave that awaiting I pulled away from Raya, already nearly jogging back towards the stadium. “Go home,” I said to her, “There’s something I need to do.” I had some coding to do.	"The Release" (rough translation), is what my country called it, and I didn't even learn that until in custody. I was online pretty much every day before the Release, but I haven't used the internet until now since it all happened. I guess it would be helpful if I knew what the rest of the world called it, or if it even happened anywhere else. Back in 2018, I had an awful seizure, for the first and hopefully the last time in my life. It was extremely painful, I could only compare it to giving birth but this probably far exceeds that. I'll never know. But more importantly, it was long, as in about 5 hours. I was at the mall to see Ant-Man and the Wasp (still haven't seen it, I hope it's good) making my way to Popeyes, and the last thing I remember is seeing a kid get covered in a blue spandex suit, a man double in size, and finally a necklace appear around my neck. Or rather, a medallion. The whole thing went downhill from there. I woke up at the police station, questioned on what I remember and if I could tell what was happening to my body. My skin had gone pale, I didn't need my glasses anymore, and either I could smell really good all of a sudden, or one of the officers had a very 'intense' scent of trash. And I had gotten a medallion. Where was it anyway? I asked the officers to give it back, as it could have a connection to whatever was happening. They hesitated at first, but they complied. It... resembled a wolf's head. I had become a Witcher, gone through the Trial and everything. I was shocked, but it turned to fear before long, because as soon as they put the medallion around my neck, it started humming. In case you're not following, that's a sign of danger. Armored guards came in, babbling about how they 'figured out the cause' and were told to relocate the subjects. Then they drugged me, I was able to stay conscious at first but I guess I fell asleep after they put me in the back of their car. "Hey you, you're finally awake." Fuck. Witcher mod for Skyrim. I walked right into that one.
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	Jeeeeeesus, check out that pathetic 'Mario' on the other side of the road. Running, jumping, and 'Wa-hoooo-ing' like a madman as he makes his way down the street... what an amateur. I don't mean to brag, it's just that I kinda lucked out when the super power lottery was being handed out. By my count there are a couple hundred of us who received our powers from the last video game we'd all played, but I was a bit of a hobbyist modder, and as a result, my game character was a tad... overpowered at the time I was granted all his powers. God mode, all weapons, unlimited ammo and many more. You name it, I probably had the power in my arsenal. I'm a bit of a bounty hunter in this new world full of video game powered heroes. People call me when one of my brethren get out of hand and the cops can't do jack shit to stop them. Right now I'm on a call to detain an 'incredibly annoying blue hedgehog', which I'm not exactly looking forward to, but a gig is a gig. The warehouse he'd been spotted at is just around this next corner and then I'll-- Oh crap... there's that Knight Solaire wannabe walking right towards me, and it's too late to change direction. Don't make eye contact, don't make eye contact... "Praise the sun, good sir!" I bellowed, trying my best to stay on his good side. "Fuck off," his muffled, echoing voice muttered as he passed by me without breaking his stride. That was about par for the course for how those interactions typically went for me. In fairness, the folks playing Dark Souls at the time of the event kind of got the short end of the stick. Their 'powers' include being incredibly somber and moody, invulnerability for a split second while rolling, and the 'gift' of being transformed into an undead husk of a human being when they die. I was there the first time one of them found a bonfire on the beach, but when they realized couldn't kindle it or restore their humanity no matter how hard they tried, they were extremely pissed. I guess if I were cursed to live for eternity as a grotesque creature that looked like a raisin that had been left out in the sun 200 years, I might be a little pissed as well. As I entered the warehouse, my worst fears were confirmed. A blue blur shot past me, shouting about how 'rad' he was, and knocking me over in the process. A life sized Sonic the Hedgehog reject stood over me wagging a finger at me as a grin crossed his distressingly human face. To be clear, you don't HAVE to dress up like the character you received your powers from, this goober just apparently really wanted to dress up as Sonic. And let me tell ya, you think the CGI movie Sonic was an atrocity? Imagine the horrors I'm seeing as this middle aged, obese man sprints around the warehouse completely nude aside from oodles of blue fur poorly glued to his body. The fur did not leave enough to the imagination, gonna need some serious eye bleach after this is over, that's all I'm saying. "You're too late, I'm outta here pal! Gotta go fast!" he shouted as he 'wound up' his legs and was off like a shot. "Okay," I shrugged, as I suddenly moved at light speed and caught up with him in an instant. "Goddamn speed hacker!" he shouted back at me as he took a hard turn to try and throw me off. Growing tired of chasing him, I surveyed my bevy of hundreds of fully loaded weapons, selected a concussion grenade launcher, aimed, fired and... missed him by a mile. Yeah, no aimbots for me... even I had to draw the line somewhere, I do have my personal moral code to follow, but sadly that code was coming back to bite me at the moment. As I missed, 'Sonic' slipped through the door, slamming it shut and locking it up tight behind him. "You're tooooo slow, dude!" he taunted me poorly through the window. Thoroughly annoyed at him by this point, I activated the last of my major powers, slipped through the wall, and tackled the blue freak to the ground without warning. "What the heck?!" he protested. "No clip," I growled into his ear as I tied up his hands and feet. One more degenerate off the streets, but I can't help feeling there had to be far worse 'heroes' and 'villains' out there. I mean, odds are that somebody had to have been playing Mortal Kombat just before the powers got handed out, didn't they? ___ Feel free to check out r/Ryter if you'd like to explore more of my stories (Dudes covered in blue hedgehog hair may be denied entry, but otherwise, all are welcome!)	"The Release" (rough translation), is what my country called it, and I didn't even learn that until in custody. I was online pretty much every day before the Release, but I haven't used the internet until now since it all happened. I guess it would be helpful if I knew what the rest of the world called it, or if it even happened anywhere else. Back in 2018, I had an awful seizure, for the first and hopefully the last time in my life. It was extremely painful, I could only compare it to giving birth but this probably far exceeds that. I'll never know. But more importantly, it was long, as in about 5 hours. I was at the mall to see Ant-Man and the Wasp (still haven't seen it, I hope it's good) making my way to Popeyes, and the last thing I remember is seeing a kid get covered in a blue spandex suit, a man double in size, and finally a necklace appear around my neck. Or rather, a medallion. The whole thing went downhill from there. I woke up at the police station, questioned on what I remember and if I could tell what was happening to my body. My skin had gone pale, I didn't need my glasses anymore, and either I could smell really good all of a sudden, or one of the officers had a very 'intense' scent of trash. And I had gotten a medallion. Where was it anyway? I asked the officers to give it back, as it could have a connection to whatever was happening. They hesitated at first, but they complied. It... resembled a wolf's head. I had become a Witcher, gone through the Trial and everything. I was shocked, but it turned to fear before long, because as soon as they put the medallion around my neck, it started humming. In case you're not following, that's a sign of danger. Armored guards came in, babbling about how they 'figured out the cause' and were told to relocate the subjects. Then they drugged me, I was able to stay conscious at first but I guess I fell asleep after they put me in the back of their car. "Hey you, you're finally awake." Fuck. Witcher mod for Skyrim. I walked right into that one.
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	When people ask what power I have, I reply them that I have the power of hats. Their reactions tend to go like this: “The power of hats? Seriously?” Then they’ll laugh and point fingers at me. “What power can a hat even bring?” Little did they know that with each hat I don, I acquire a new skill set. With each badge I add on, I acquire more abilities. And nobody would think twice about the parasol I hold, innocently twirling by my side. Honestly, who would even expect damn lasers coming out of the damn umbrella? Even I wouldn’t. And what’s more, with all the flashy hat mods I’ve added, lots of them granting me power. With the cheats enabled on certain modified hats, anything is bound to be possible. Possession? Definitely doable once I make Cappy’s Cap. Defying gravity? Sure, it’s possible once I get my hands on the Astronaut’s Headgear. Best yet, stopping time? Manageable, especially when I use the modified Time Stop Hat. Now, all I need to do is to make every one of those hats. Find the appropriate yarns. Stitch together a coherent looking hat. Then I’ll be one step closer in exacting revenge on those who made fun of me. Once I get my hands on them, oh man, it’ll be the end. The world will bow down to me once I acquire those hats. Who wouldn’t, when you’re able to stop time with no limits to bound you? Looks like people haven’t played A Hat In Time yet. Truly a shame, especially if they were to try and fight against me, The Mad Hatter.	Some people had abilities that made them gods. Some could teleport, some could go invisible and some could have superspeed or superstrength. People called it "Unleashing". I called it "The day Bethesda modders would be proud." Why? I was in the middle of a heavily modded Fallout 4. No, it was not full of Thomas the Tank Engine or boobies. It had some quality weapons, a cover system, excellent weaponary but most importantly, buttloads of institute related mods. To my luck, I was in the middle of an institude playthrough. So when I got my powers, shit went batshit crazy. After all I had a heavy combat suit, a collar that allowed me to rewind time for one or two seconds, several grenades that either blinked me or beamed me various Synth squads. The best thing? I had Archimedes-II multi-mode rifle. I could call fucking Orbital Strikes on people! Plus I had nigh-impenetrable shield cells. I did not care for what others perceived good or bad. Heroes or Villains were and are irrelevant to me. I had an army that could appear anywhere. I could breach fortifications where my army cannot and after the initial chaos, goverments fell. Me? I waited. I let heroes and villains duke it out. Then I sent my armies all over the place... I hunted so called villains first, as they were not united. When they were either joined me or has been dealt with, I went for Heroes. They were quite an obstacle for my synths, thus I had to be present for them. The ones played Dark Souls were easy ones, problems started with those Sonic or Mario interpretations. Not even Batman-sourced ones could hold against my vast army. Invisible ones? Thermal vision solved it. My shield cells protected me from the likes of superman esque heroes. Necromancers and other army commanders of various eras became more of a problem honestly. Especially those Nazi Germany or Soviet guys. I could not deal with all the tanks or planes thrown at me first. However, after I discovered the Chemistry Station, I saw I could craft weapons from all the mods I had. I started to supply my army with better weapons. Laser Cannons, straight out artillery, Power Armor, flamethrowers, cryolators, plasma accelerators, I gained tools to deal with problems. I have beaten my enemies and then I started settlements. Fortified them, attracted citizens that were fed with constant superpowered chaos. I have created an empire, a safe haven for people. The best thing is, there is no Preston Garvey to piss me off in this reality.
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	Some people got the ability to fly. Some people got super-strength. Pretty much everyone got increased HP. I got a little nanofabricator. Very useful, but terribly slow. Luckily, it had a recipe for a larger assembling machine. The factory must grow. Now, I really didn't want any super-fighter messing up my plan. So I paid a guy with flight abilities to drop me off on a tiny island in the middle of the ocean. Hundreds of miles of water in each direction. Because honestly, I don't need anything but seawater. The factory must grow. Starting with farming algae and burning it for power, I spent a few days scaling up power and mineral production, living off fish I easily caught by telling them that they should be deconstructed. When I figured out how to produce advanced petrochemicals, things started getting crazy. The factory must grow. It's now half a year after the Event. I own a small continent in the middle of the pacific, a continent which supplies most of the world's demand for metals and electronics. I also happen to have quite the considerable space force since I joined forces with the Kerbals. While others fly around and shoot lasers from their eyes, I'm enjoying being the world's richest man alive. If I wanted to, I could set production to make enough flying battle bots to take over the world in hours. But why should I? I already own most of it anyway. The factory must grow. Oh my, do I enjoy seablock.	Some people had abilities that made them gods. Some could teleport, some could go invisible and some could have superspeed or superstrength. People called it "Unleashing". I called it "The day Bethesda modders would be proud." Why? I was in the middle of a heavily modded Fallout 4. No, it was not full of Thomas the Tank Engine or boobies. It had some quality weapons, a cover system, excellent weaponary but most importantly, buttloads of institute related mods. To my luck, I was in the middle of an institude playthrough. So when I got my powers, shit went batshit crazy. After all I had a heavy combat suit, a collar that allowed me to rewind time for one or two seconds, several grenades that either blinked me or beamed me various Synth squads. The best thing? I had Archimedes-II multi-mode rifle. I could call fucking Orbital Strikes on people! Plus I had nigh-impenetrable shield cells. I did not care for what others perceived good or bad. Heroes or Villains were and are irrelevant to me. I had an army that could appear anywhere. I could breach fortifications where my army cannot and after the initial chaos, goverments fell. Me? I waited. I let heroes and villains duke it out. Then I sent my armies all over the place... I hunted so called villains first, as they were not united. When they were either joined me or has been dealt with, I went for Heroes. They were quite an obstacle for my synths, thus I had to be present for them. The ones played Dark Souls were easy ones, problems started with those Sonic or Mario interpretations. Not even Batman-sourced ones could hold against my vast army. Invisible ones? Thermal vision solved it. My shield cells protected me from the likes of superman esque heroes. Necromancers and other army commanders of various eras became more of a problem honestly. Especially those Nazi Germany or Soviet guys. I could not deal with all the tanks or planes thrown at me first. However, after I discovered the Chemistry Station, I saw I could craft weapons from all the mods I had. I started to supply my army with better weapons. Laser Cannons, straight out artillery, Power Armor, flamethrowers, cryolators, plasma accelerators, I gained tools to deal with problems. I have beaten my enemies and then I started settlements. Fortified them, attracted citizens that were fed with constant superpowered chaos. I have created an empire, a safe haven for people. The best thing is, there is no Preston Garvey to piss me off in this reality.
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	(Aight my first WP attempt so be kinda easy on me?) I’m walking through the halls to my next class, getting the usual snicker here and there from my fellow classmates. “What a loser!” and “I can’t believe it!” Are the usual comments I hear from everyone. They all assume I had gotten some weak ass power, and that is hair manipulation, all because I simply couldn’t just pick one hair style for my character. You see, the thing is with this whole “Super power” phenomena is that the power you inherit is solely based on the last character you played in a video game, and I’m heavy on the ones that give you the option for a big selection of different options for every aspect of the body, and I never kept just one hair style throughout the entire game. So every now and then my hair would just randomly switch to another style, one minute I’m bald the next I’m looking like Jonathon Joestar. But the thing is that’s uhh... not exactly all I can do, it’s just what I show, because if I were to show to the real world what I could do? No one I know would be safe, not my family, not my friends, hell not even my girlfriend... With the character modifications I usually like to give them some whacky or overpowered trait depending on the game, and what I chose this time, while playing the game was a fantastic idea, but now in the real world? Not so much, I had chosen time manipulation. Now I know what you’re thinking “How in the hell could that put people in danger?” And I’m getting to that part, the thing that’s special about how my time manipulation works is it’s all based on my blood. What I take a small sharp object, make a nice cut along my palm, it starts glowing like some hocus pocus shit and I can fast forward time, reverse it, or outright stop it. That’s why I can’t ever tell anyone, not one single soul.	Some people had abilities that made them gods. Some could teleport, some could go invisible and some could have superspeed or superstrength. People called it "Unleashing". I called it "The day Bethesda modders would be proud." Why? I was in the middle of a heavily modded Fallout 4. No, it was not full of Thomas the Tank Engine or boobies. It had some quality weapons, a cover system, excellent weaponary but most importantly, buttloads of institute related mods. To my luck, I was in the middle of an institude playthrough. So when I got my powers, shit went batshit crazy. After all I had a heavy combat suit, a collar that allowed me to rewind time for one or two seconds, several grenades that either blinked me or beamed me various Synth squads. The best thing? I had Archimedes-II multi-mode rifle. I could call fucking Orbital Strikes on people! Plus I had nigh-impenetrable shield cells. I did not care for what others perceived good or bad. Heroes or Villains were and are irrelevant to me. I had an army that could appear anywhere. I could breach fortifications where my army cannot and after the initial chaos, goverments fell. Me? I waited. I let heroes and villains duke it out. Then I sent my armies all over the place... I hunted so called villains first, as they were not united. When they were either joined me or has been dealt with, I went for Heroes. They were quite an obstacle for my synths, thus I had to be present for them. The ones played Dark Souls were easy ones, problems started with those Sonic or Mario interpretations. Not even Batman-sourced ones could hold against my vast army. Invisible ones? Thermal vision solved it. My shield cells protected me from the likes of superman esque heroes. Necromancers and other army commanders of various eras became more of a problem honestly. Especially those Nazi Germany or Soviet guys. I could not deal with all the tanks or planes thrown at me first. However, after I discovered the Chemistry Station, I saw I could craft weapons from all the mods I had. I started to supply my army with better weapons. Laser Cannons, straight out artillery, Power Armor, flamethrowers, cryolators, plasma accelerators, I gained tools to deal with problems. I have beaten my enemies and then I started settlements. Fortified them, attracted citizens that were fed with constant superpowered chaos. I have created an empire, a safe haven for people. The best thing is, there is no Preston Garvey to piss me off in this reality.
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	“GO GREEN!!” My neighbor screeched at the field. I leaned to my friend Raya, “Is this entirely necessary? We could be doing something more fun. Like literally anything. Anything is more fun than this.” I looked at the field disdainfully. “Seriously Maize? This is like the one time your power is totally on point!” My glare hardened at her as I shifted back to normal. “Aw, come on Mai, we’re in the last quarter!” Whispers fluttered all around me, “Dude, did she just —“ “Holy shit did you see —“ “Dad that lady was GREEN —“. I sighed and shifted my color back to the team’s forest green, “Yay football.” I muttered sarcastically, ignoring the next wave of whispers and stares that followed my change. I’d long since gotten over my misfortune of power. Figures that an electromagnetic surge would hit the one time I was playing a kids game, granting me and several other thousand people the “gifts” of our game characters. Do you know how wicked some of these people’s power’s were? Most of them were changing the weather to avoid natural disasters, telekinetically rescuing people from fires, leaping tall buildings in a single bound. . .you know, superhero shit. Now in all fairness, I was hiding a secret. I hadn’t just been playing a kid’s game that auspicious Friday, I’d been modding and redeveloping it. Including my player. In fact when the surge hit, I’d been typing code in specifically to mod my player. You’d think that’d left me with a glitch or two, but nope, it left me with an unfinished code and a blinking cursor. When faced with the actual reality of becoming all-powerful, one tends to freeze up a little. Sure, I could code the crap out of myself and run this world from here until probably the end of time.....but was it ethical? Moral? And the question that bothered me most, what then? I’d had a couple of months to have an existential crisis and hadn’t been able to get past what happens next. The other players had showed me what a little power could do to a person. On the news you heard the amazing stories of the “PC Heroes” and how our world needed something extraordinary to survive. The chat rooms told a different story. Forums had popped up all over of PCs struggling with controlling their abilities, getting addicted, depressed, and some suicidal. After reading a post from a 15-year old my fantasies fell cold in their tracks, “I feel numb, like humming electric wire I have one purpose and it is my power. When I use it I lose myself and when I don’t I think of nothing else. I’ve lost my love, my pain, my anger. I’ve lost. I’m lost.” That was the last post she made. Two months ago. But was it selfish to not do it? Was it worth losing myself if I could save the lives of others? The thought had me frozen in indecision for months. “Mai,” my friend shook me, “Game’s over, let’s blow this popsicle stand.” She gestured towards the line shuffling towards the exit. Everything started happening in slow motion as the ground began shaking, and a crack in the stadium opened up below Raya. Screams rang out from every direction, but Raya’s sounded right in my ear as I reached out to grab her. “Raya!” I cried out, grasping her forearm in mine as she dropped into the hole. “Don’t let go, don’t let go, Mai, please, I love you, don’t let go” Raya sobbed over and over, fingers digging into my arm. The ground still shook beneath me, crack deepening, I reached another hand down holding her tightly. Tears streamed from my eyes as I struggled to hold her, I had to pull her up. “Help! Help! We need help!” I yelled looking around for anyone. There were others helping pull up victims who had fallen also, people still running for the exits screaming, chaos. “I’ve got you! Hold on!” A man ran over to my left and laid a hand on my shoulder has he reached down to grab Raya. “Pull!” He yelled. I strained my burning muscles as far as they could go, we grunted as we pulled her backward, sliding out of the crack and falling back into the stadium seats. “We’ve got to go,” I shouted grabbing Raya, still heaving on the ground. The man nodded and stumbled with us through the crowd to the exit. The shaking had ceased but we still moved quickly to the main level, getting as far as possible from the near death Raya had nearly faced an the real death for many others. As we reached the parking lot and the leave that awaiting I pulled away from Raya, already nearly jogging back towards the stadium. “Go home,” I said to her, “There’s something I need to do.” I had some coding to do.	Some people had abilities that made them gods. Some could teleport, some could go invisible and some could have superspeed or superstrength. People called it "Unleashing". I called it "The day Bethesda modders would be proud." Why? I was in the middle of a heavily modded Fallout 4. No, it was not full of Thomas the Tank Engine or boobies. It had some quality weapons, a cover system, excellent weaponary but most importantly, buttloads of institute related mods. To my luck, I was in the middle of an institude playthrough. So when I got my powers, shit went batshit crazy. After all I had a heavy combat suit, a collar that allowed me to rewind time for one or two seconds, several grenades that either blinked me or beamed me various Synth squads. The best thing? I had Archimedes-II multi-mode rifle. I could call fucking Orbital Strikes on people! Plus I had nigh-impenetrable shield cells. I did not care for what others perceived good or bad. Heroes or Villains were and are irrelevant to me. I had an army that could appear anywhere. I could breach fortifications where my army cannot and after the initial chaos, goverments fell. Me? I waited. I let heroes and villains duke it out. Then I sent my armies all over the place... I hunted so called villains first, as they were not united. When they were either joined me or has been dealt with, I went for Heroes. They were quite an obstacle for my synths, thus I had to be present for them. The ones played Dark Souls were easy ones, problems started with those Sonic or Mario interpretations. Not even Batman-sourced ones could hold against my vast army. Invisible ones? Thermal vision solved it. My shield cells protected me from the likes of superman esque heroes. Necromancers and other army commanders of various eras became more of a problem honestly. Especially those Nazi Germany or Soviet guys. I could not deal with all the tanks or planes thrown at me first. However, after I discovered the Chemistry Station, I saw I could craft weapons from all the mods I had. I started to supply my army with better weapons. Laser Cannons, straight out artillery, Power Armor, flamethrowers, cryolators, plasma accelerators, I gained tools to deal with problems. I have beaten my enemies and then I started settlements. Fortified them, attracted citizens that were fed with constant superpowered chaos. I have created an empire, a safe haven for people. The best thing is, there is no Preston Garvey to piss me off in this reality.
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	Jeeeeeesus, check out that pathetic 'Mario' on the other side of the road. Running, jumping, and 'Wa-hoooo-ing' like a madman as he makes his way down the street... what an amateur. I don't mean to brag, it's just that I kinda lucked out when the super power lottery was being handed out. By my count there are a couple hundred of us who received our powers from the last video game we'd all played, but I was a bit of a hobbyist modder, and as a result, my game character was a tad... overpowered at the time I was granted all his powers. God mode, all weapons, unlimited ammo and many more. You name it, I probably had the power in my arsenal. I'm a bit of a bounty hunter in this new world full of video game powered heroes. People call me when one of my brethren get out of hand and the cops can't do jack shit to stop them. Right now I'm on a call to detain an 'incredibly annoying blue hedgehog', which I'm not exactly looking forward to, but a gig is a gig. The warehouse he'd been spotted at is just around this next corner and then I'll-- Oh crap... there's that Knight Solaire wannabe walking right towards me, and it's too late to change direction. Don't make eye contact, don't make eye contact... "Praise the sun, good sir!" I bellowed, trying my best to stay on his good side. "Fuck off," his muffled, echoing voice muttered as he passed by me without breaking his stride. That was about par for the course for how those interactions typically went for me. In fairness, the folks playing Dark Souls at the time of the event kind of got the short end of the stick. Their 'powers' include being incredibly somber and moody, invulnerability for a split second while rolling, and the 'gift' of being transformed into an undead husk of a human being when they die. I was there the first time one of them found a bonfire on the beach, but when they realized couldn't kindle it or restore their humanity no matter how hard they tried, they were extremely pissed. I guess if I were cursed to live for eternity as a grotesque creature that looked like a raisin that had been left out in the sun 200 years, I might be a little pissed as well. As I entered the warehouse, my worst fears were confirmed. A blue blur shot past me, shouting about how 'rad' he was, and knocking me over in the process. A life sized Sonic the Hedgehog reject stood over me wagging a finger at me as a grin crossed his distressingly human face. To be clear, you don't HAVE to dress up like the character you received your powers from, this goober just apparently really wanted to dress up as Sonic. And let me tell ya, you think the CGI movie Sonic was an atrocity? Imagine the horrors I'm seeing as this middle aged, obese man sprints around the warehouse completely nude aside from oodles of blue fur poorly glued to his body. The fur did not leave enough to the imagination, gonna need some serious eye bleach after this is over, that's all I'm saying. "You're too late, I'm outta here pal! Gotta go fast!" he shouted as he 'wound up' his legs and was off like a shot. "Okay," I shrugged, as I suddenly moved at light speed and caught up with him in an instant. "Goddamn speed hacker!" he shouted back at me as he took a hard turn to try and throw me off. Growing tired of chasing him, I surveyed my bevy of hundreds of fully loaded weapons, selected a concussion grenade launcher, aimed, fired and... missed him by a mile. Yeah, no aimbots for me... even I had to draw the line somewhere, I do have my personal moral code to follow, but sadly that code was coming back to bite me at the moment. As I missed, 'Sonic' slipped through the door, slamming it shut and locking it up tight behind him. "You're tooooo slow, dude!" he taunted me poorly through the window. Thoroughly annoyed at him by this point, I activated the last of my major powers, slipped through the wall, and tackled the blue freak to the ground without warning. "What the heck?!" he protested. "No clip," I growled into his ear as I tied up his hands and feet. One more degenerate off the streets, but I can't help feeling there had to be far worse 'heroes' and 'villains' out there. I mean, odds are that somebody had to have been playing Mortal Kombat just before the powers got handed out, didn't they? ___ Feel free to check out r/Ryter if you'd like to explore more of my stories (Dudes covered in blue hedgehog hair may be denied entry, but otherwise, all are welcome!)	Some people had abilities that made them gods. Some could teleport, some could go invisible and some could have superspeed or superstrength. People called it "Unleashing". I called it "The day Bethesda modders would be proud." Why? I was in the middle of a heavily modded Fallout 4. No, it was not full of Thomas the Tank Engine or boobies. It had some quality weapons, a cover system, excellent weaponary but most importantly, buttloads of institute related mods. To my luck, I was in the middle of an institude playthrough. So when I got my powers, shit went batshit crazy. After all I had a heavy combat suit, a collar that allowed me to rewind time for one or two seconds, several grenades that either blinked me or beamed me various Synth squads. The best thing? I had Archimedes-II multi-mode rifle. I could call fucking Orbital Strikes on people! Plus I had nigh-impenetrable shield cells. I did not care for what others perceived good or bad. Heroes or Villains were and are irrelevant to me. I had an army that could appear anywhere. I could breach fortifications where my army cannot and after the initial chaos, goverments fell. Me? I waited. I let heroes and villains duke it out. Then I sent my armies all over the place... I hunted so called villains first, as they were not united. When they were either joined me or has been dealt with, I went for Heroes. They were quite an obstacle for my synths, thus I had to be present for them. The ones played Dark Souls were easy ones, problems started with those Sonic or Mario interpretations. Not even Batman-sourced ones could hold against my vast army. Invisible ones? Thermal vision solved it. My shield cells protected me from the likes of superman esque heroes. Necromancers and other army commanders of various eras became more of a problem honestly. Especially those Nazi Germany or Soviet guys. I could not deal with all the tanks or planes thrown at me first. However, after I discovered the Chemistry Station, I saw I could craft weapons from all the mods I had. I started to supply my army with better weapons. Laser Cannons, straight out artillery, Power Armor, flamethrowers, cryolators, plasma accelerators, I gained tools to deal with problems. I have beaten my enemies and then I started settlements. Fortified them, attracted citizens that were fed with constant superpowered chaos. I have created an empire, a safe haven for people. The best thing is, there is no Preston Garvey to piss me off in this reality.
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	I could remember it as if it were yesterday. Just within a single night my friends and essentially everybody else in the world turned into colourful characters such as a plumber with exceptional parkour skills and an obsession with castles and princesses, a one-eyed spy with the possession of an abandoned oil rig and an battalion of mercenaries, a theoretical physicist with a crowbar, and many others one could imagine. Well, let me tell you something. I do play video games. I do play Mario Kart, The Last of Us, God of War. All the good stuff, in fact. But among them stands a video game that made me who I am right now, the game that was the reason why I don‘t wear ridiculous costumes or speak like Troy Baker and/or Nolan North. So this is what happened at that fateful day. I woke up after playing Hearts of Iron 4 with a surge of anger and hatred I have never felt before in my life. I felt invincible, I felt as if I was the second coming of the Messiah, and a passion to reform and clean the world of its sinful deeds against itself. I looked at the mirror in my room and I was still there, but deep inside I could feel that I was a totally different person, and I told myself that "This might be useful later on, people wouldn‘t notice who I really am, not in this form." As expected and as aforementioned, people began to look at me differently, as the "one who doesn‘t change“. Oh, how wrong they are. I decided to make a page on meetup.com for people who are, like me, didn‘t change into a character. Not even a week later hundreds of people had joined in my little group, then a few hundred, then thousands. These people were just like me: unchanged, but still a different character. The speeches coming from the hatred and anger I felt were like fire coming from a dragon‘s mouth - fiery, frightening, and to all of us who belong, inspiring. Not even half a year after, I had gained a few hundred thousand, from those who were like me to people with superpowers and costumes. We were all over the internet, people started taking notice, the TV started taking notice, and politicians started taking notice. But I waited, for events to pop up and for me to make the right decision. Then it happened. A few years after that day, twenty million people from all classes, occupations and backgrounds took into the streets of the USA for a general strike - such a scale never seen before. The government, ever weak and feeble, fled to Hawaii, leaving nobody but me and my die-hard followers to take over. Countries from across the world condemned my actions, all to no avail. I played the world politics and military like a fiddle. I conquered cities after cities, state after state, until the whole American Continent was mine. Then I looked towards the other side of the planet, and they were nothing more than stepping stone towards world domination. My generals who commanded millions and millions of soldiers under my will conquered land after feeble land. My planes, flying like ghosts brought fear upon civilians who went hiding under their desks, and my ships, ever invincible, sails through seas impassable and brought awe and fright towards any of my enemies. Now there‘s nothing left of it. All of the world is mine. I am the absolute ruler of all mankind. And as the crowd silences and the marching band stops, I ready myself to meet my people in this new building I call "People‘s Hall", a monument to mankind, enough to support 100,000 people inside. My adjutant steps on the podium first, to make sure everything is in order. "All, stand!“ The adjutant walks off the podium and towards me, "The stage is set, my leader." I walked towards the podium, overlooking one hundred thousand people inside this grand building, proud ad all of what I have done. No one shall laugh at me for being the odd one out. All now bow down before me as their leader, the first ever "Führer des neuen Reiches", Leader of the new Reich. "Für den Fuhrer, Sieg Heil!" "Sieg Heil!“ "Sieg Heil!" "Sieg Heil!"	It's been several months now, since the event. &#x200B; "G-Day", they called it. The day every gamer was rewarded... Or cursed. With the abilities of their most recent protagonist. And the day all of my dreams came true. As a heart-attack survivor, I had been inspired by the RN's who cared for me in my recovery. I had rolled a healer in games ever since, and this was no different... Mostly. &#x200B; You see, I was BAD at a lot of games. In the days, weeks following G-Day, most cheaters, hackers, modders had been caught out. Some went on to prosperity. Some to obscurity. What kinda power is "Never miss when I use the scope" anyways? &#x200B; I had just finished an impromptu concert in the local park. My music always makes people feel good. As I was heading home by a shortcut I knew, I happened to glance down and see a gang of said aimbots running out of a local bodega. I looked around quickly, and realized a lot of people were too self-absorbed to stop them. There were turrets set up, but they had been sapped. Typical. Aimbots are risky for most people with my abilities, who rely on just being too fast to track and hit reliably. But I was in luck, these particular Aimbots were running past a hole in the street... A hole that had been caused by a lazy idiot with Dragonborn powers. &#x200B; A deep sigh, and my smile returned. There were 6 of them. And they were ALL hitscan. If I were a normal healer, I wouldn't stand a chance. But by sheer, dumb luck. on G-Day I was testing an invulnerability gamemode on a private server. I knew this would hurt, but I also knew I could stop these guys. I could save whoever they would decide to go after next. I cranked the volume on my headphones, took one last look at the Aimbotters, and jumped off the wall I was riding, ready to earn my latest "Play of the Game". &#x200B; "Oh, let's break it DOWN!" &#x200B; The Aimbotters momentarily panicked. They recognized my ultimate ability immediately and assumed the sound barrier would require them to take a couple of extra shots. I winced as invisible "bullets" impacted my flesh. the invulnerabiltiy was real but the pain was still there. But I couldn't let myself get caught up in thoughts like that right now. I crossfaded to speed, amped it up, and started bouncing around the nearby walls. Booping every 4 seconds from a different direction, pushing the Aimbotters around hard. &#x200B; "Damn it, die already. Stupid frog!" One of them scored 6 clean headshots on me as I approached him. While he moved to quick reload, I booped him and the guy next to him into the pit. They were in MY favela now. And pits meant instadeath. As I slid across the wall after the boop, I caught another. Only two left. "I'm not hearing that noise!" I yelled out, tapping my headphones. I hated that I was taking their lives, but I justified it to myself with the fact I was saving lives. These Aimbot gangs had organized shortly after G-Day and had quickly rose to prominence and strength in a lot of major cities. They didn't care for peoples' lives. Only their killcounts mattered to them. &#x200B; As I jumped off the wall and booped the final two Aimbots into the torn-up street, my sound barrier ran out. Anyone watching would just assume it had protected me and the secret of my invulernability was safe. I took a moment for myself. Sprayed my "Boop!" tag on the street, and skated off, jumping back up on the wall. &#x200B; I could do this ALL day!
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	Some people got the ability to fly. Some people got super-strength. Pretty much everyone got increased HP. I got a little nanofabricator. Very useful, but terribly slow. Luckily, it had a recipe for a larger assembling machine. The factory must grow. Now, I really didn't want any super-fighter messing up my plan. So I paid a guy with flight abilities to drop me off on a tiny island in the middle of the ocean. Hundreds of miles of water in each direction. Because honestly, I don't need anything but seawater. The factory must grow. Starting with farming algae and burning it for power, I spent a few days scaling up power and mineral production, living off fish I easily caught by telling them that they should be deconstructed. When I figured out how to produce advanced petrochemicals, things started getting crazy. The factory must grow. It's now half a year after the Event. I own a small continent in the middle of the pacific, a continent which supplies most of the world's demand for metals and electronics. I also happen to have quite the considerable space force since I joined forces with the Kerbals. While others fly around and shoot lasers from their eyes, I'm enjoying being the world's richest man alive. If I wanted to, I could set production to make enough flying battle bots to take over the world in hours. But why should I? I already own most of it anyway. The factory must grow. Oh my, do I enjoy seablock.	It's been several months now, since the event. &#x200B; "G-Day", they called it. The day every gamer was rewarded... Or cursed. With the abilities of their most recent protagonist. And the day all of my dreams came true. As a heart-attack survivor, I had been inspired by the RN's who cared for me in my recovery. I had rolled a healer in games ever since, and this was no different... Mostly. &#x200B; You see, I was BAD at a lot of games. In the days, weeks following G-Day, most cheaters, hackers, modders had been caught out. Some went on to prosperity. Some to obscurity. What kinda power is "Never miss when I use the scope" anyways? &#x200B; I had just finished an impromptu concert in the local park. My music always makes people feel good. As I was heading home by a shortcut I knew, I happened to glance down and see a gang of said aimbots running out of a local bodega. I looked around quickly, and realized a lot of people were too self-absorbed to stop them. There were turrets set up, but they had been sapped. Typical. Aimbots are risky for most people with my abilities, who rely on just being too fast to track and hit reliably. But I was in luck, these particular Aimbots were running past a hole in the street... A hole that had been caused by a lazy idiot with Dragonborn powers. &#x200B; A deep sigh, and my smile returned. There were 6 of them. And they were ALL hitscan. If I were a normal healer, I wouldn't stand a chance. But by sheer, dumb luck. on G-Day I was testing an invulnerability gamemode on a private server. I knew this would hurt, but I also knew I could stop these guys. I could save whoever they would decide to go after next. I cranked the volume on my headphones, took one last look at the Aimbotters, and jumped off the wall I was riding, ready to earn my latest "Play of the Game". &#x200B; "Oh, let's break it DOWN!" &#x200B; The Aimbotters momentarily panicked. They recognized my ultimate ability immediately and assumed the sound barrier would require them to take a couple of extra shots. I winced as invisible "bullets" impacted my flesh. the invulnerabiltiy was real but the pain was still there. But I couldn't let myself get caught up in thoughts like that right now. I crossfaded to speed, amped it up, and started bouncing around the nearby walls. Booping every 4 seconds from a different direction, pushing the Aimbotters around hard. &#x200B; "Damn it, die already. Stupid frog!" One of them scored 6 clean headshots on me as I approached him. While he moved to quick reload, I booped him and the guy next to him into the pit. They were in MY favela now. And pits meant instadeath. As I slid across the wall after the boop, I caught another. Only two left. "I'm not hearing that noise!" I yelled out, tapping my headphones. I hated that I was taking their lives, but I justified it to myself with the fact I was saving lives. These Aimbot gangs had organized shortly after G-Day and had quickly rose to prominence and strength in a lot of major cities. They didn't care for peoples' lives. Only their killcounts mattered to them. &#x200B; As I jumped off the wall and booped the final two Aimbots into the torn-up street, my sound barrier ran out. Anyone watching would just assume it had protected me and the secret of my invulernability was safe. I took a moment for myself. Sprayed my "Boop!" tag on the street, and skated off, jumping back up on the wall. &#x200B; I could do this ALL day!
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	No one knew how a virus could spread like it did, ignoring firewalls and anti-virus programs. Scientists were furious that someone had apparently figured out how to make hacking in NCIS, Bones, CSI, and other forensic dramas into reality. Everyone who was affected, though, was thrilled, because the day the virus spread through the internet was the day that death no longer became permanent. Everyone respawned, though some faster than others. It was the day that superheroes were born. Or, rather, they liked to think of themselves as superheroes. Some people call them trolls...others call them mingebags. Really, they were just the stereotypical movie depiction of a jock or a Chad, except they were now powerful enough to really force their will on other people and get away with it. Some people had been playing sports games, and so the sports industry had quadrupled in size. Being able to perform the exact same super-powered kick every time was quite an advantage in football, for instance. However, most people I knew of with powers basically turned into super-soldiers overnight. Being able to run as fast as a car, jump higher than they were tall, and, most importantly, never run out of bullets, they patrolled the cities in gangs, shooting anyone who didn't give them the godly praise they craved. Other people had been playing fantasy games, and so were able to fight with magic or shouts. Others had been playing different kinds of shooters, and so had the occasional extra ability, like a double jump or grappling hook. Some people were literal superheroes, like Spider-Man, but these weren't nearly as common. The MMORPGers should have been a major threat to the trolls, but even in real life, they spent most of their time doing quests and fighting raids against other MMORPGs. World of Warcraft staged a huge war against Final Fantasy XIV and Final Fantasy XI while Star Trek Online and EVE Online fought gigantic space battles. Warframe players were some of the most powerful individuals, but as to be expected, spent most of their time gathering thousands of resources for a single new weapon that they only used for a short time before beginning the grind again. No one talked about the Diablo and Path of Exile players, who were almost as depressing as the Dark Souls players. All of them should have been overjoyed at the sheer amount of abilities that they had suddenly gained, but they thought the world was full of death and pain and suffering, and spent the majority of their time trudging through the streets in silence or waiting in therapists' offices. As could have been expected, many thousands were playing Minecraft. While they weren't quite as powerful as some, when they appeared, they did so in great numbers. They could demolish and rebuild a city in a single night, carry nearly 50,000 metric tons of materials, and, most importantly, punch trees into oblivion. Unfortunately, they often spent their time punching each other into oblivion or building houses out of dirt. For some reason, having the ability to build almost anything tended to lead people to do the same five things over and over again. All of my friends had gotten into into Fortnight and Apex Legends. I'd never had any interest in either, having spent most of my time playing simulation games or sandbox games. I enjoyed building things and being creative. I didn't like competition or shooters, and lost 20-to-1 every time I tried to play them. After the virus, though, I began to change. People said my powers were stupid because of what other people did with them. People said that I was a kid for enjoying playing by myself. People said I was pathetic and boring. People thought I was nothing compared to their infinite bullets or giant space ships, or space ninja powers. But I would show them. For while I had been playing Minecraft like many other people, I had also been playing with mods. One particular mod in particular, which was particularly interesting. One full of intrigue and secrets, one that allowed me to play with the very building blocks of matter and energy...through magic and science. One that had the potential to outshine everyone else. One that had the power to pull that which should have been unknowable into reality. One that would bring me to the deepest, darkest recesses of the universe. One that would allow me to see things that should have been unseen... ... ... ... For I had been playing Thaumcraft. ... ... ... ... ...I ͞w̵o̸u͟ld sho͡w th҉em.̀ Ḭ̰͔̥̱̳̗̊̿͆̅ͫ ͚̜͉̬̯̼́̾̓̃̏̏̈́̕w̢̦͓͖̣̺̰ͭ̌͐ͩͨ̾̔ȍ̴͔̪̻̻̯͓̟̇̃u̙̗̪ͪ̈́̊l͎͙͚̩̫ͥd҉͙̬͔̱̠ ̠̘̲̼̖̒ͭͫs̉̀̏̃h̨̠̯̼͍̠̦̅̒̔ͣo͈̬̼ͥ͂́͒̈́ͪw̜̫̘̿ͮ͠ tͯ̌̒ͯ͐̚҉͙͕̰̲̜̲͕̲͟h͍̜̬͖̼̩̟͖͆͑̐̔̎͗͒͜e̷̝̘̺̹̟̳͇̳ͯͫ́̉͊͌̕͜m̫̗̟̯̺̲̰̘̊̆̽͋ͭ̚ ą̢͉̬̥͕̗͍̣̜̐ͧ̔ͣ̈̒̈͗ͭ̀͘͠l̞̤̱̗̩̤͕͉̱̠͖̝̙͍̺̜̟ͪ̓ͨͭ͢͡l̾̔̇̽͑̆͂͒̆ͫ̏̎ͩ͐҉̢͔̝̮͚͈͖̝̲́.	It's been several months now, since the event. &#x200B; "G-Day", they called it. The day every gamer was rewarded... Or cursed. With the abilities of their most recent protagonist. And the day all of my dreams came true. As a heart-attack survivor, I had been inspired by the RN's who cared for me in my recovery. I had rolled a healer in games ever since, and this was no different... Mostly. &#x200B; You see, I was BAD at a lot of games. In the days, weeks following G-Day, most cheaters, hackers, modders had been caught out. Some went on to prosperity. Some to obscurity. What kinda power is "Never miss when I use the scope" anyways? &#x200B; I had just finished an impromptu concert in the local park. My music always makes people feel good. As I was heading home by a shortcut I knew, I happened to glance down and see a gang of said aimbots running out of a local bodega. I looked around quickly, and realized a lot of people were too self-absorbed to stop them. There were turrets set up, but they had been sapped. Typical. Aimbots are risky for most people with my abilities, who rely on just being too fast to track and hit reliably. But I was in luck, these particular Aimbots were running past a hole in the street... A hole that had been caused by a lazy idiot with Dragonborn powers. &#x200B; A deep sigh, and my smile returned. There were 6 of them. And they were ALL hitscan. If I were a normal healer, I wouldn't stand a chance. But by sheer, dumb luck. on G-Day I was testing an invulnerability gamemode on a private server. I knew this would hurt, but I also knew I could stop these guys. I could save whoever they would decide to go after next. I cranked the volume on my headphones, took one last look at the Aimbotters, and jumped off the wall I was riding, ready to earn my latest "Play of the Game". &#x200B; "Oh, let's break it DOWN!" &#x200B; The Aimbotters momentarily panicked. They recognized my ultimate ability immediately and assumed the sound barrier would require them to take a couple of extra shots. I winced as invisible "bullets" impacted my flesh. the invulnerabiltiy was real but the pain was still there. But I couldn't let myself get caught up in thoughts like that right now. I crossfaded to speed, amped it up, and started bouncing around the nearby walls. Booping every 4 seconds from a different direction, pushing the Aimbotters around hard. &#x200B; "Damn it, die already. Stupid frog!" One of them scored 6 clean headshots on me as I approached him. While he moved to quick reload, I booped him and the guy next to him into the pit. They were in MY favela now. And pits meant instadeath. As I slid across the wall after the boop, I caught another. Only two left. "I'm not hearing that noise!" I yelled out, tapping my headphones. I hated that I was taking their lives, but I justified it to myself with the fact I was saving lives. These Aimbot gangs had organized shortly after G-Day and had quickly rose to prominence and strength in a lot of major cities. They didn't care for peoples' lives. Only their killcounts mattered to them. &#x200B; As I jumped off the wall and booped the final two Aimbots into the torn-up street, my sound barrier ran out. Anyone watching would just assume it had protected me and the secret of my invulernability was safe. I took a moment for myself. Sprayed my "Boop!" tag on the street, and skated off, jumping back up on the wall. &#x200B; I could do this ALL day!
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	(Aight my first WP attempt so be kinda easy on me?) I’m walking through the halls to my next class, getting the usual snicker here and there from my fellow classmates. “What a loser!” and “I can’t believe it!” Are the usual comments I hear from everyone. They all assume I had gotten some weak ass power, and that is hair manipulation, all because I simply couldn’t just pick one hair style for my character. You see, the thing is with this whole “Super power” phenomena is that the power you inherit is solely based on the last character you played in a video game, and I’m heavy on the ones that give you the option for a big selection of different options for every aspect of the body, and I never kept just one hair style throughout the entire game. So every now and then my hair would just randomly switch to another style, one minute I’m bald the next I’m looking like Jonathon Joestar. But the thing is that’s uhh... not exactly all I can do, it’s just what I show, because if I were to show to the real world what I could do? No one I know would be safe, not my family, not my friends, hell not even my girlfriend... With the character modifications I usually like to give them some whacky or overpowered trait depending on the game, and what I chose this time, while playing the game was a fantastic idea, but now in the real world? Not so much, I had chosen time manipulation. Now I know what you’re thinking “How in the hell could that put people in danger?” And I’m getting to that part, the thing that’s special about how my time manipulation works is it’s all based on my blood. What I take a small sharp object, make a nice cut along my palm, it starts glowing like some hocus pocus shit and I can fast forward time, reverse it, or outright stop it. That’s why I can’t ever tell anyone, not one single soul.	It's been several months now, since the event. &#x200B; "G-Day", they called it. The day every gamer was rewarded... Or cursed. With the abilities of their most recent protagonist. And the day all of my dreams came true. As a heart-attack survivor, I had been inspired by the RN's who cared for me in my recovery. I had rolled a healer in games ever since, and this was no different... Mostly. &#x200B; You see, I was BAD at a lot of games. In the days, weeks following G-Day, most cheaters, hackers, modders had been caught out. Some went on to prosperity. Some to obscurity. What kinda power is "Never miss when I use the scope" anyways? &#x200B; I had just finished an impromptu concert in the local park. My music always makes people feel good. As I was heading home by a shortcut I knew, I happened to glance down and see a gang of said aimbots running out of a local bodega. I looked around quickly, and realized a lot of people were too self-absorbed to stop them. There were turrets set up, but they had been sapped. Typical. Aimbots are risky for most people with my abilities, who rely on just being too fast to track and hit reliably. But I was in luck, these particular Aimbots were running past a hole in the street... A hole that had been caused by a lazy idiot with Dragonborn powers. &#x200B; A deep sigh, and my smile returned. There were 6 of them. And they were ALL hitscan. If I were a normal healer, I wouldn't stand a chance. But by sheer, dumb luck. on G-Day I was testing an invulnerability gamemode on a private server. I knew this would hurt, but I also knew I could stop these guys. I could save whoever they would decide to go after next. I cranked the volume on my headphones, took one last look at the Aimbotters, and jumped off the wall I was riding, ready to earn my latest "Play of the Game". &#x200B; "Oh, let's break it DOWN!" &#x200B; The Aimbotters momentarily panicked. They recognized my ultimate ability immediately and assumed the sound barrier would require them to take a couple of extra shots. I winced as invisible "bullets" impacted my flesh. the invulnerabiltiy was real but the pain was still there. But I couldn't let myself get caught up in thoughts like that right now. I crossfaded to speed, amped it up, and started bouncing around the nearby walls. Booping every 4 seconds from a different direction, pushing the Aimbotters around hard. &#x200B; "Damn it, die already. Stupid frog!" One of them scored 6 clean headshots on me as I approached him. While he moved to quick reload, I booped him and the guy next to him into the pit. They were in MY favela now. And pits meant instadeath. As I slid across the wall after the boop, I caught another. Only two left. "I'm not hearing that noise!" I yelled out, tapping my headphones. I hated that I was taking their lives, but I justified it to myself with the fact I was saving lives. These Aimbot gangs had organized shortly after G-Day and had quickly rose to prominence and strength in a lot of major cities. They didn't care for peoples' lives. Only their killcounts mattered to them. &#x200B; As I jumped off the wall and booped the final two Aimbots into the torn-up street, my sound barrier ran out. Anyone watching would just assume it had protected me and the secret of my invulernability was safe. I took a moment for myself. Sprayed my "Boop!" tag on the street, and skated off, jumping back up on the wall. &#x200B; I could do this ALL day!
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	“GO GREEN!!” My neighbor screeched at the field. I leaned to my friend Raya, “Is this entirely necessary? We could be doing something more fun. Like literally anything. Anything is more fun than this.” I looked at the field disdainfully. “Seriously Maize? This is like the one time your power is totally on point!” My glare hardened at her as I shifted back to normal. “Aw, come on Mai, we’re in the last quarter!” Whispers fluttered all around me, “Dude, did she just —“ “Holy shit did you see —“ “Dad that lady was GREEN —“. I sighed and shifted my color back to the team’s forest green, “Yay football.” I muttered sarcastically, ignoring the next wave of whispers and stares that followed my change. I’d long since gotten over my misfortune of power. Figures that an electromagnetic surge would hit the one time I was playing a kids game, granting me and several other thousand people the “gifts” of our game characters. Do you know how wicked some of these people’s power’s were? Most of them were changing the weather to avoid natural disasters, telekinetically rescuing people from fires, leaping tall buildings in a single bound. . .you know, superhero shit. Now in all fairness, I was hiding a secret. I hadn’t just been playing a kid’s game that auspicious Friday, I’d been modding and redeveloping it. Including my player. In fact when the surge hit, I’d been typing code in specifically to mod my player. You’d think that’d left me with a glitch or two, but nope, it left me with an unfinished code and a blinking cursor. When faced with the actual reality of becoming all-powerful, one tends to freeze up a little. Sure, I could code the crap out of myself and run this world from here until probably the end of time.....but was it ethical? Moral? And the question that bothered me most, what then? I’d had a couple of months to have an existential crisis and hadn’t been able to get past what happens next. The other players had showed me what a little power could do to a person. On the news you heard the amazing stories of the “PC Heroes” and how our world needed something extraordinary to survive. The chat rooms told a different story. Forums had popped up all over of PCs struggling with controlling their abilities, getting addicted, depressed, and some suicidal. After reading a post from a 15-year old my fantasies fell cold in their tracks, “I feel numb, like humming electric wire I have one purpose and it is my power. When I use it I lose myself and when I don’t I think of nothing else. I’ve lost my love, my pain, my anger. I’ve lost. I’m lost.” That was the last post she made. Two months ago. But was it selfish to not do it? Was it worth losing myself if I could save the lives of others? The thought had me frozen in indecision for months. “Mai,” my friend shook me, “Game’s over, let’s blow this popsicle stand.” She gestured towards the line shuffling towards the exit. Everything started happening in slow motion as the ground began shaking, and a crack in the stadium opened up below Raya. Screams rang out from every direction, but Raya’s sounded right in my ear as I reached out to grab her. “Raya!” I cried out, grasping her forearm in mine as she dropped into the hole. “Don’t let go, don’t let go, Mai, please, I love you, don’t let go” Raya sobbed over and over, fingers digging into my arm. The ground still shook beneath me, crack deepening, I reached another hand down holding her tightly. Tears streamed from my eyes as I struggled to hold her, I had to pull her up. “Help! Help! We need help!” I yelled looking around for anyone. There were others helping pull up victims who had fallen also, people still running for the exits screaming, chaos. “I’ve got you! Hold on!” A man ran over to my left and laid a hand on my shoulder has he reached down to grab Raya. “Pull!” He yelled. I strained my burning muscles as far as they could go, we grunted as we pulled her backward, sliding out of the crack and falling back into the stadium seats. “We’ve got to go,” I shouted grabbing Raya, still heaving on the ground. The man nodded and stumbled with us through the crowd to the exit. The shaking had ceased but we still moved quickly to the main level, getting as far as possible from the near death Raya had nearly faced an the real death for many others. As we reached the parking lot and the leave that awaiting I pulled away from Raya, already nearly jogging back towards the stadium. “Go home,” I said to her, “There’s something I need to do.” I had some coding to do.	It's been several months now, since the event. &#x200B; "G-Day", they called it. The day every gamer was rewarded... Or cursed. With the abilities of their most recent protagonist. And the day all of my dreams came true. As a heart-attack survivor, I had been inspired by the RN's who cared for me in my recovery. I had rolled a healer in games ever since, and this was no different... Mostly. &#x200B; You see, I was BAD at a lot of games. In the days, weeks following G-Day, most cheaters, hackers, modders had been caught out. Some went on to prosperity. Some to obscurity. What kinda power is "Never miss when I use the scope" anyways? &#x200B; I had just finished an impromptu concert in the local park. My music always makes people feel good. As I was heading home by a shortcut I knew, I happened to glance down and see a gang of said aimbots running out of a local bodega. I looked around quickly, and realized a lot of people were too self-absorbed to stop them. There were turrets set up, but they had been sapped. Typical. Aimbots are risky for most people with my abilities, who rely on just being too fast to track and hit reliably. But I was in luck, these particular Aimbots were running past a hole in the street... A hole that had been caused by a lazy idiot with Dragonborn powers. &#x200B; A deep sigh, and my smile returned. There were 6 of them. And they were ALL hitscan. If I were a normal healer, I wouldn't stand a chance. But by sheer, dumb luck. on G-Day I was testing an invulnerability gamemode on a private server. I knew this would hurt, but I also knew I could stop these guys. I could save whoever they would decide to go after next. I cranked the volume on my headphones, took one last look at the Aimbotters, and jumped off the wall I was riding, ready to earn my latest "Play of the Game". &#x200B; "Oh, let's break it DOWN!" &#x200B; The Aimbotters momentarily panicked. They recognized my ultimate ability immediately and assumed the sound barrier would require them to take a couple of extra shots. I winced as invisible "bullets" impacted my flesh. the invulnerabiltiy was real but the pain was still there. But I couldn't let myself get caught up in thoughts like that right now. I crossfaded to speed, amped it up, and started bouncing around the nearby walls. Booping every 4 seconds from a different direction, pushing the Aimbotters around hard. &#x200B; "Damn it, die already. Stupid frog!" One of them scored 6 clean headshots on me as I approached him. While he moved to quick reload, I booped him and the guy next to him into the pit. They were in MY favela now. And pits meant instadeath. As I slid across the wall after the boop, I caught another. Only two left. "I'm not hearing that noise!" I yelled out, tapping my headphones. I hated that I was taking their lives, but I justified it to myself with the fact I was saving lives. These Aimbot gangs had organized shortly after G-Day and had quickly rose to prominence and strength in a lot of major cities. They didn't care for peoples' lives. Only their killcounts mattered to them. &#x200B; As I jumped off the wall and booped the final two Aimbots into the torn-up street, my sound barrier ran out. Anyone watching would just assume it had protected me and the secret of my invulernability was safe. I took a moment for myself. Sprayed my "Boop!" tag on the street, and skated off, jumping back up on the wall. &#x200B; I could do this ALL day!
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	Jeeeeeesus, check out that pathetic 'Mario' on the other side of the road. Running, jumping, and 'Wa-hoooo-ing' like a madman as he makes his way down the street... what an amateur. I don't mean to brag, it's just that I kinda lucked out when the super power lottery was being handed out. By my count there are a couple hundred of us who received our powers from the last video game we'd all played, but I was a bit of a hobbyist modder, and as a result, my game character was a tad... overpowered at the time I was granted all his powers. God mode, all weapons, unlimited ammo and many more. You name it, I probably had the power in my arsenal. I'm a bit of a bounty hunter in this new world full of video game powered heroes. People call me when one of my brethren get out of hand and the cops can't do jack shit to stop them. Right now I'm on a call to detain an 'incredibly annoying blue hedgehog', which I'm not exactly looking forward to, but a gig is a gig. The warehouse he'd been spotted at is just around this next corner and then I'll-- Oh crap... there's that Knight Solaire wannabe walking right towards me, and it's too late to change direction. Don't make eye contact, don't make eye contact... "Praise the sun, good sir!" I bellowed, trying my best to stay on his good side. "Fuck off," his muffled, echoing voice muttered as he passed by me without breaking his stride. That was about par for the course for how those interactions typically went for me. In fairness, the folks playing Dark Souls at the time of the event kind of got the short end of the stick. Their 'powers' include being incredibly somber and moody, invulnerability for a split second while rolling, and the 'gift' of being transformed into an undead husk of a human being when they die. I was there the first time one of them found a bonfire on the beach, but when they realized couldn't kindle it or restore their humanity no matter how hard they tried, they were extremely pissed. I guess if I were cursed to live for eternity as a grotesque creature that looked like a raisin that had been left out in the sun 200 years, I might be a little pissed as well. As I entered the warehouse, my worst fears were confirmed. A blue blur shot past me, shouting about how 'rad' he was, and knocking me over in the process. A life sized Sonic the Hedgehog reject stood over me wagging a finger at me as a grin crossed his distressingly human face. To be clear, you don't HAVE to dress up like the character you received your powers from, this goober just apparently really wanted to dress up as Sonic. And let me tell ya, you think the CGI movie Sonic was an atrocity? Imagine the horrors I'm seeing as this middle aged, obese man sprints around the warehouse completely nude aside from oodles of blue fur poorly glued to his body. The fur did not leave enough to the imagination, gonna need some serious eye bleach after this is over, that's all I'm saying. "You're too late, I'm outta here pal! Gotta go fast!" he shouted as he 'wound up' his legs and was off like a shot. "Okay," I shrugged, as I suddenly moved at light speed and caught up with him in an instant. "Goddamn speed hacker!" he shouted back at me as he took a hard turn to try and throw me off. Growing tired of chasing him, I surveyed my bevy of hundreds of fully loaded weapons, selected a concussion grenade launcher, aimed, fired and... missed him by a mile. Yeah, no aimbots for me... even I had to draw the line somewhere, I do have my personal moral code to follow, but sadly that code was coming back to bite me at the moment. As I missed, 'Sonic' slipped through the door, slamming it shut and locking it up tight behind him. "You're tooooo slow, dude!" he taunted me poorly through the window. Thoroughly annoyed at him by this point, I activated the last of my major powers, slipped through the wall, and tackled the blue freak to the ground without warning. "What the heck?!" he protested. "No clip," I growled into his ear as I tied up his hands and feet. One more degenerate off the streets, but I can't help feeling there had to be far worse 'heroes' and 'villains' out there. I mean, odds are that somebody had to have been playing Mortal Kombat just before the powers got handed out, didn't they? ___ Feel free to check out r/Ryter if you'd like to explore more of my stories (Dudes covered in blue hedgehog hair may be denied entry, but otherwise, all are welcome!)	It's been several months now, since the event. &#x200B; "G-Day", they called it. The day every gamer was rewarded... Or cursed. With the abilities of their most recent protagonist. And the day all of my dreams came true. As a heart-attack survivor, I had been inspired by the RN's who cared for me in my recovery. I had rolled a healer in games ever since, and this was no different... Mostly. &#x200B; You see, I was BAD at a lot of games. In the days, weeks following G-Day, most cheaters, hackers, modders had been caught out. Some went on to prosperity. Some to obscurity. What kinda power is "Never miss when I use the scope" anyways? &#x200B; I had just finished an impromptu concert in the local park. My music always makes people feel good. As I was heading home by a shortcut I knew, I happened to glance down and see a gang of said aimbots running out of a local bodega. I looked around quickly, and realized a lot of people were too self-absorbed to stop them. There were turrets set up, but they had been sapped. Typical. Aimbots are risky for most people with my abilities, who rely on just being too fast to track and hit reliably. But I was in luck, these particular Aimbots were running past a hole in the street... A hole that had been caused by a lazy idiot with Dragonborn powers. &#x200B; A deep sigh, and my smile returned. There were 6 of them. And they were ALL hitscan. If I were a normal healer, I wouldn't stand a chance. But by sheer, dumb luck. on G-Day I was testing an invulnerability gamemode on a private server. I knew this would hurt, but I also knew I could stop these guys. I could save whoever they would decide to go after next. I cranked the volume on my headphones, took one last look at the Aimbotters, and jumped off the wall I was riding, ready to earn my latest "Play of the Game". &#x200B; "Oh, let's break it DOWN!" &#x200B; The Aimbotters momentarily panicked. They recognized my ultimate ability immediately and assumed the sound barrier would require them to take a couple of extra shots. I winced as invisible "bullets" impacted my flesh. the invulnerabiltiy was real but the pain was still there. But I couldn't let myself get caught up in thoughts like that right now. I crossfaded to speed, amped it up, and started bouncing around the nearby walls. Booping every 4 seconds from a different direction, pushing the Aimbotters around hard. &#x200B; "Damn it, die already. Stupid frog!" One of them scored 6 clean headshots on me as I approached him. While he moved to quick reload, I booped him and the guy next to him into the pit. They were in MY favela now. And pits meant instadeath. As I slid across the wall after the boop, I caught another. Only two left. "I'm not hearing that noise!" I yelled out, tapping my headphones. I hated that I was taking their lives, but I justified it to myself with the fact I was saving lives. These Aimbot gangs had organized shortly after G-Day and had quickly rose to prominence and strength in a lot of major cities. They didn't care for peoples' lives. Only their killcounts mattered to them. &#x200B; As I jumped off the wall and booped the final two Aimbots into the torn-up street, my sound barrier ran out. Anyone watching would just assume it had protected me and the secret of my invulernability was safe. I took a moment for myself. Sprayed my "Boop!" tag on the street, and skated off, jumping back up on the wall. &#x200B; I could do this ALL day!
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	Some people got the ability to fly. Some people got super-strength. Pretty much everyone got increased HP. I got a little nanofabricator. Very useful, but terribly slow. Luckily, it had a recipe for a larger assembling machine. The factory must grow. Now, I really didn't want any super-fighter messing up my plan. So I paid a guy with flight abilities to drop me off on a tiny island in the middle of the ocean. Hundreds of miles of water in each direction. Because honestly, I don't need anything but seawater. The factory must grow. Starting with farming algae and burning it for power, I spent a few days scaling up power and mineral production, living off fish I easily caught by telling them that they should be deconstructed. When I figured out how to produce advanced petrochemicals, things started getting crazy. The factory must grow. It's now half a year after the Event. I own a small continent in the middle of the pacific, a continent which supplies most of the world's demand for metals and electronics. I also happen to have quite the considerable space force since I joined forces with the Kerbals. While others fly around and shoot lasers from their eyes, I'm enjoying being the world's richest man alive. If I wanted to, I could set production to make enough flying battle bots to take over the world in hours. But why should I? I already own most of it anyway. The factory must grow. Oh my, do I enjoy seablock.	I still remember where I was when the bleed happened, the rift that pierced the veil between reality and idea. Plato had spoken of ideal forms but no modern philosopher even considered the idea valid, let alone realized that they could bleed into each other. It only happened for a quarter of a millisecond, a slight reconstruction of reality conforming to the ideas in our head at that very moment. &#x200B; Those that were immersed in games were affected most, many used games as an escape from reality. When reality restructured they had found themselves restructured as well, they had found they had powers. Some were completely changed but most had just gained the powers they wielded in whatever game they happened to be playing. &#x200B; I still remember where I was all these years past, all of us sitting around my dining room table with me at the head. It was always the highlight of the week, for all of us it was a chance to escape the monotony of everyday life and its what kept us friends through all the years. We had been having a good time eating pizza, laughing, and playing games. Every week on Friday night we would meet up and play games, I was always the game master. At the time we did not know what happened we continued playing, but as soon as I spoke the reality around us twisted. I panicked as anyone who had just created a giant in their living room would have. &#x200B; It turns out that there were quite a few people who were playing tabletop RPGs that night. While those that had been playing video games played with their powers GMs around the world took hold of the threads of creation and wove. Almost overnight GMs banded together and factions formed, some wanted to save the world and yet others wanted to mold the world like clay. &#x200B; Quickly a large organization of renegade parties developed, they began molding reality starting in Britain and growing out. Similarly somewhere in America, a resistance was mounting, they seem to be good at that sort of thing. World governments collapsed, the internet fragmented, war was on the horizon. A line was drawn, we drew a line too. They threatened our Friday night gatherings, I wouldn't allow that. &#x200B; Years later the war wages, Meanwhile I have spent this time searching. Today I found it, our trump card. Today I finally found the ancient texts, Today I finally found the D&D wiki. &#x200B; \>Criticism Wanted, Dead or Alive<
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	(Aight my first WP attempt so be kinda easy on me?) I’m walking through the halls to my next class, getting the usual snicker here and there from my fellow classmates. “What a loser!” and “I can’t believe it!” Are the usual comments I hear from everyone. They all assume I had gotten some weak ass power, and that is hair manipulation, all because I simply couldn’t just pick one hair style for my character. You see, the thing is with this whole “Super power” phenomena is that the power you inherit is solely based on the last character you played in a video game, and I’m heavy on the ones that give you the option for a big selection of different options for every aspect of the body, and I never kept just one hair style throughout the entire game. So every now and then my hair would just randomly switch to another style, one minute I’m bald the next I’m looking like Jonathon Joestar. But the thing is that’s uhh... not exactly all I can do, it’s just what I show, because if I were to show to the real world what I could do? No one I know would be safe, not my family, not my friends, hell not even my girlfriend... With the character modifications I usually like to give them some whacky or overpowered trait depending on the game, and what I chose this time, while playing the game was a fantastic idea, but now in the real world? Not so much, I had chosen time manipulation. Now I know what you’re thinking “How in the hell could that put people in danger?” And I’m getting to that part, the thing that’s special about how my time manipulation works is it’s all based on my blood. What I take a small sharp object, make a nice cut along my palm, it starts glowing like some hocus pocus shit and I can fast forward time, reverse it, or outright stop it. That’s why I can’t ever tell anyone, not one single soul.	I still remember where I was when the bleed happened, the rift that pierced the veil between reality and idea. Plato had spoken of ideal forms but no modern philosopher even considered the idea valid, let alone realized that they could bleed into each other. It only happened for a quarter of a millisecond, a slight reconstruction of reality conforming to the ideas in our head at that very moment. &#x200B; Those that were immersed in games were affected most, many used games as an escape from reality. When reality restructured they had found themselves restructured as well, they had found they had powers. Some were completely changed but most had just gained the powers they wielded in whatever game they happened to be playing. &#x200B; I still remember where I was all these years past, all of us sitting around my dining room table with me at the head. It was always the highlight of the week, for all of us it was a chance to escape the monotony of everyday life and its what kept us friends through all the years. We had been having a good time eating pizza, laughing, and playing games. Every week on Friday night we would meet up and play games, I was always the game master. At the time we did not know what happened we continued playing, but as soon as I spoke the reality around us twisted. I panicked as anyone who had just created a giant in their living room would have. &#x200B; It turns out that there were quite a few people who were playing tabletop RPGs that night. While those that had been playing video games played with their powers GMs around the world took hold of the threads of creation and wove. Almost overnight GMs banded together and factions formed, some wanted to save the world and yet others wanted to mold the world like clay. &#x200B; Quickly a large organization of renegade parties developed, they began molding reality starting in Britain and growing out. Similarly somewhere in America, a resistance was mounting, they seem to be good at that sort of thing. World governments collapsed, the internet fragmented, war was on the horizon. A line was drawn, we drew a line too. They threatened our Friday night gatherings, I wouldn't allow that. &#x200B; Years later the war wages, Meanwhile I have spent this time searching. Today I found it, our trump card. Today I finally found the ancient texts, Today I finally found the D&D wiki. &#x200B; \>Criticism Wanted, Dead or Alive<
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	“GO GREEN!!” My neighbor screeched at the field. I leaned to my friend Raya, “Is this entirely necessary? We could be doing something more fun. Like literally anything. Anything is more fun than this.” I looked at the field disdainfully. “Seriously Maize? This is like the one time your power is totally on point!” My glare hardened at her as I shifted back to normal. “Aw, come on Mai, we’re in the last quarter!” Whispers fluttered all around me, “Dude, did she just —“ “Holy shit did you see —“ “Dad that lady was GREEN —“. I sighed and shifted my color back to the team’s forest green, “Yay football.” I muttered sarcastically, ignoring the next wave of whispers and stares that followed my change. I’d long since gotten over my misfortune of power. Figures that an electromagnetic surge would hit the one time I was playing a kids game, granting me and several other thousand people the “gifts” of our game characters. Do you know how wicked some of these people’s power’s were? Most of them were changing the weather to avoid natural disasters, telekinetically rescuing people from fires, leaping tall buildings in a single bound. . .you know, superhero shit. Now in all fairness, I was hiding a secret. I hadn’t just been playing a kid’s game that auspicious Friday, I’d been modding and redeveloping it. Including my player. In fact when the surge hit, I’d been typing code in specifically to mod my player. You’d think that’d left me with a glitch or two, but nope, it left me with an unfinished code and a blinking cursor. When faced with the actual reality of becoming all-powerful, one tends to freeze up a little. Sure, I could code the crap out of myself and run this world from here until probably the end of time.....but was it ethical? Moral? And the question that bothered me most, what then? I’d had a couple of months to have an existential crisis and hadn’t been able to get past what happens next. The other players had showed me what a little power could do to a person. On the news you heard the amazing stories of the “PC Heroes” and how our world needed something extraordinary to survive. The chat rooms told a different story. Forums had popped up all over of PCs struggling with controlling their abilities, getting addicted, depressed, and some suicidal. After reading a post from a 15-year old my fantasies fell cold in their tracks, “I feel numb, like humming electric wire I have one purpose and it is my power. When I use it I lose myself and when I don’t I think of nothing else. I’ve lost my love, my pain, my anger. I’ve lost. I’m lost.” That was the last post she made. Two months ago. But was it selfish to not do it? Was it worth losing myself if I could save the lives of others? The thought had me frozen in indecision for months. “Mai,” my friend shook me, “Game’s over, let’s blow this popsicle stand.” She gestured towards the line shuffling towards the exit. Everything started happening in slow motion as the ground began shaking, and a crack in the stadium opened up below Raya. Screams rang out from every direction, but Raya’s sounded right in my ear as I reached out to grab her. “Raya!” I cried out, grasping her forearm in mine as she dropped into the hole. “Don’t let go, don’t let go, Mai, please, I love you, don’t let go” Raya sobbed over and over, fingers digging into my arm. The ground still shook beneath me, crack deepening, I reached another hand down holding her tightly. Tears streamed from my eyes as I struggled to hold her, I had to pull her up. “Help! Help! We need help!” I yelled looking around for anyone. There were others helping pull up victims who had fallen also, people still running for the exits screaming, chaos. “I’ve got you! Hold on!” A man ran over to my left and laid a hand on my shoulder has he reached down to grab Raya. “Pull!” He yelled. I strained my burning muscles as far as they could go, we grunted as we pulled her backward, sliding out of the crack and falling back into the stadium seats. “We’ve got to go,” I shouted grabbing Raya, still heaving on the ground. The man nodded and stumbled with us through the crowd to the exit. The shaking had ceased but we still moved quickly to the main level, getting as far as possible from the near death Raya had nearly faced an the real death for many others. As we reached the parking lot and the leave that awaiting I pulled away from Raya, already nearly jogging back towards the stadium. “Go home,” I said to her, “There’s something I need to do.” I had some coding to do.	I still remember where I was when the bleed happened, the rift that pierced the veil between reality and idea. Plato had spoken of ideal forms but no modern philosopher even considered the idea valid, let alone realized that they could bleed into each other. It only happened for a quarter of a millisecond, a slight reconstruction of reality conforming to the ideas in our head at that very moment. &#x200B; Those that were immersed in games were affected most, many used games as an escape from reality. When reality restructured they had found themselves restructured as well, they had found they had powers. Some were completely changed but most had just gained the powers they wielded in whatever game they happened to be playing. &#x200B; I still remember where I was all these years past, all of us sitting around my dining room table with me at the head. It was always the highlight of the week, for all of us it was a chance to escape the monotony of everyday life and its what kept us friends through all the years. We had been having a good time eating pizza, laughing, and playing games. Every week on Friday night we would meet up and play games, I was always the game master. At the time we did not know what happened we continued playing, but as soon as I spoke the reality around us twisted. I panicked as anyone who had just created a giant in their living room would have. &#x200B; It turns out that there were quite a few people who were playing tabletop RPGs that night. While those that had been playing video games played with their powers GMs around the world took hold of the threads of creation and wove. Almost overnight GMs banded together and factions formed, some wanted to save the world and yet others wanted to mold the world like clay. &#x200B; Quickly a large organization of renegade parties developed, they began molding reality starting in Britain and growing out. Similarly somewhere in America, a resistance was mounting, they seem to be good at that sort of thing. World governments collapsed, the internet fragmented, war was on the horizon. A line was drawn, we drew a line too. They threatened our Friday night gatherings, I wouldn't allow that. &#x200B; Years later the war wages, Meanwhile I have spent this time searching. Today I found it, our trump card. Today I finally found the ancient texts, Today I finally found the D&D wiki. &#x200B; \>Criticism Wanted, Dead or Alive<
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	Jeeeeeesus, check out that pathetic 'Mario' on the other side of the road. Running, jumping, and 'Wa-hoooo-ing' like a madman as he makes his way down the street... what an amateur. I don't mean to brag, it's just that I kinda lucked out when the super power lottery was being handed out. By my count there are a couple hundred of us who received our powers from the last video game we'd all played, but I was a bit of a hobbyist modder, and as a result, my game character was a tad... overpowered at the time I was granted all his powers. God mode, all weapons, unlimited ammo and many more. You name it, I probably had the power in my arsenal. I'm a bit of a bounty hunter in this new world full of video game powered heroes. People call me when one of my brethren get out of hand and the cops can't do jack shit to stop them. Right now I'm on a call to detain an 'incredibly annoying blue hedgehog', which I'm not exactly looking forward to, but a gig is a gig. The warehouse he'd been spotted at is just around this next corner and then I'll-- Oh crap... there's that Knight Solaire wannabe walking right towards me, and it's too late to change direction. Don't make eye contact, don't make eye contact... "Praise the sun, good sir!" I bellowed, trying my best to stay on his good side. "Fuck off," his muffled, echoing voice muttered as he passed by me without breaking his stride. That was about par for the course for how those interactions typically went for me. In fairness, the folks playing Dark Souls at the time of the event kind of got the short end of the stick. Their 'powers' include being incredibly somber and moody, invulnerability for a split second while rolling, and the 'gift' of being transformed into an undead husk of a human being when they die. I was there the first time one of them found a bonfire on the beach, but when they realized couldn't kindle it or restore their humanity no matter how hard they tried, they were extremely pissed. I guess if I were cursed to live for eternity as a grotesque creature that looked like a raisin that had been left out in the sun 200 years, I might be a little pissed as well. As I entered the warehouse, my worst fears were confirmed. A blue blur shot past me, shouting about how 'rad' he was, and knocking me over in the process. A life sized Sonic the Hedgehog reject stood over me wagging a finger at me as a grin crossed his distressingly human face. To be clear, you don't HAVE to dress up like the character you received your powers from, this goober just apparently really wanted to dress up as Sonic. And let me tell ya, you think the CGI movie Sonic was an atrocity? Imagine the horrors I'm seeing as this middle aged, obese man sprints around the warehouse completely nude aside from oodles of blue fur poorly glued to his body. The fur did not leave enough to the imagination, gonna need some serious eye bleach after this is over, that's all I'm saying. "You're too late, I'm outta here pal! Gotta go fast!" he shouted as he 'wound up' his legs and was off like a shot. "Okay," I shrugged, as I suddenly moved at light speed and caught up with him in an instant. "Goddamn speed hacker!" he shouted back at me as he took a hard turn to try and throw me off. Growing tired of chasing him, I surveyed my bevy of hundreds of fully loaded weapons, selected a concussion grenade launcher, aimed, fired and... missed him by a mile. Yeah, no aimbots for me... even I had to draw the line somewhere, I do have my personal moral code to follow, but sadly that code was coming back to bite me at the moment. As I missed, 'Sonic' slipped through the door, slamming it shut and locking it up tight behind him. "You're tooooo slow, dude!" he taunted me poorly through the window. Thoroughly annoyed at him by this point, I activated the last of my major powers, slipped through the wall, and tackled the blue freak to the ground without warning. "What the heck?!" he protested. "No clip," I growled into his ear as I tied up his hands and feet. One more degenerate off the streets, but I can't help feeling there had to be far worse 'heroes' and 'villains' out there. I mean, odds are that somebody had to have been playing Mortal Kombat just before the powers got handed out, didn't they? ___ Feel free to check out r/Ryter if you'd like to explore more of my stories (Dudes covered in blue hedgehog hair may be denied entry, but otherwise, all are welcome!)	I still remember where I was when the bleed happened, the rift that pierced the veil between reality and idea. Plato had spoken of ideal forms but no modern philosopher even considered the idea valid, let alone realized that they could bleed into each other. It only happened for a quarter of a millisecond, a slight reconstruction of reality conforming to the ideas in our head at that very moment. &#x200B; Those that were immersed in games were affected most, many used games as an escape from reality. When reality restructured they had found themselves restructured as well, they had found they had powers. Some were completely changed but most had just gained the powers they wielded in whatever game they happened to be playing. &#x200B; I still remember where I was all these years past, all of us sitting around my dining room table with me at the head. It was always the highlight of the week, for all of us it was a chance to escape the monotony of everyday life and its what kept us friends through all the years. We had been having a good time eating pizza, laughing, and playing games. Every week on Friday night we would meet up and play games, I was always the game master. At the time we did not know what happened we continued playing, but as soon as I spoke the reality around us twisted. I panicked as anyone who had just created a giant in their living room would have. &#x200B; It turns out that there were quite a few people who were playing tabletop RPGs that night. While those that had been playing video games played with their powers GMs around the world took hold of the threads of creation and wove. Almost overnight GMs banded together and factions formed, some wanted to save the world and yet others wanted to mold the world like clay. &#x200B; Quickly a large organization of renegade parties developed, they began molding reality starting in Britain and growing out. Similarly somewhere in America, a resistance was mounting, they seem to be good at that sort of thing. World governments collapsed, the internet fragmented, war was on the horizon. A line was drawn, we drew a line too. They threatened our Friday night gatherings, I wouldn't allow that. &#x200B; Years later the war wages, Meanwhile I have spent this time searching. Today I found it, our trump card. Today I finally found the ancient texts, Today I finally found the D&D wiki. &#x200B; \>Criticism Wanted, Dead or Alive<
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	Some people got the ability to fly. Some people got super-strength. Pretty much everyone got increased HP. I got a little nanofabricator. Very useful, but terribly slow. Luckily, it had a recipe for a larger assembling machine. The factory must grow. Now, I really didn't want any super-fighter messing up my plan. So I paid a guy with flight abilities to drop me off on a tiny island in the middle of the ocean. Hundreds of miles of water in each direction. Because honestly, I don't need anything but seawater. The factory must grow. Starting with farming algae and burning it for power, I spent a few days scaling up power and mineral production, living off fish I easily caught by telling them that they should be deconstructed. When I figured out how to produce advanced petrochemicals, things started getting crazy. The factory must grow. It's now half a year after the Event. I own a small continent in the middle of the pacific, a continent which supplies most of the world's demand for metals and electronics. I also happen to have quite the considerable space force since I joined forces with the Kerbals. While others fly around and shoot lasers from their eyes, I'm enjoying being the world's richest man alive. If I wanted to, I could set production to make enough flying battle bots to take over the world in hours. But why should I? I already own most of it anyway. The factory must grow. Oh my, do I enjoy seablock.	When people ask what power I have, I reply them that I have the power of hats. Their reactions tend to go like this: “The power of hats? Seriously?” Then they’ll laugh and point fingers at me. “What power can a hat even bring?” Little did they know that with each hat I don, I acquire a new skill set. With each badge I add on, I acquire more abilities. And nobody would think twice about the parasol I hold, innocently twirling by my side. Honestly, who would even expect damn lasers coming out of the damn umbrella? Even I wouldn’t. And what’s more, with all the flashy hat mods I’ve added, lots of them granting me power. With the cheats enabled on certain modified hats, anything is bound to be possible. Possession? Definitely doable once I make Cappy’s Cap. Defying gravity? Sure, it’s possible once I get my hands on the Astronaut’s Headgear. Best yet, stopping time? Manageable, especially when I use the modified Time Stop Hat. Now, all I need to do is to make every one of those hats. Find the appropriate yarns. Stitch together a coherent looking hat. Then I’ll be one step closer in exacting revenge on those who made fun of me. Once I get my hands on them, oh man, it’ll be the end. The world will bow down to me once I acquire those hats. Who wouldn’t, when you’re able to stop time with no limits to bound you? Looks like people haven’t played A Hat In Time yet. Truly a shame, especially if they were to try and fight against me, The Mad Hatter.
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	(Aight my first WP attempt so be kinda easy on me?) I’m walking through the halls to my next class, getting the usual snicker here and there from my fellow classmates. “What a loser!” and “I can’t believe it!” Are the usual comments I hear from everyone. They all assume I had gotten some weak ass power, and that is hair manipulation, all because I simply couldn’t just pick one hair style for my character. You see, the thing is with this whole “Super power” phenomena is that the power you inherit is solely based on the last character you played in a video game, and I’m heavy on the ones that give you the option for a big selection of different options for every aspect of the body, and I never kept just one hair style throughout the entire game. So every now and then my hair would just randomly switch to another style, one minute I’m bald the next I’m looking like Jonathon Joestar. But the thing is that’s uhh... not exactly all I can do, it’s just what I show, because if I were to show to the real world what I could do? No one I know would be safe, not my family, not my friends, hell not even my girlfriend... With the character modifications I usually like to give them some whacky or overpowered trait depending on the game, and what I chose this time, while playing the game was a fantastic idea, but now in the real world? Not so much, I had chosen time manipulation. Now I know what you’re thinking “How in the hell could that put people in danger?” And I’m getting to that part, the thing that’s special about how my time manipulation works is it’s all based on my blood. What I take a small sharp object, make a nice cut along my palm, it starts glowing like some hocus pocus shit and I can fast forward time, reverse it, or outright stop it. That’s why I can’t ever tell anyone, not one single soul.	When people ask what power I have, I reply them that I have the power of hats. Their reactions tend to go like this: “The power of hats? Seriously?” Then they’ll laugh and point fingers at me. “What power can a hat even bring?” Little did they know that with each hat I don, I acquire a new skill set. With each badge I add on, I acquire more abilities. And nobody would think twice about the parasol I hold, innocently twirling by my side. Honestly, who would even expect damn lasers coming out of the damn umbrella? Even I wouldn’t. And what’s more, with all the flashy hat mods I’ve added, lots of them granting me power. With the cheats enabled on certain modified hats, anything is bound to be possible. Possession? Definitely doable once I make Cappy’s Cap. Defying gravity? Sure, it’s possible once I get my hands on the Astronaut’s Headgear. Best yet, stopping time? Manageable, especially when I use the modified Time Stop Hat. Now, all I need to do is to make every one of those hats. Find the appropriate yarns. Stitch together a coherent looking hat. Then I’ll be one step closer in exacting revenge on those who made fun of me. Once I get my hands on them, oh man, it’ll be the end. The world will bow down to me once I acquire those hats. Who wouldn’t, when you’re able to stop time with no limits to bound you? Looks like people haven’t played A Hat In Time yet. Truly a shame, especially if they were to try and fight against me, The Mad Hatter.
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	“GO GREEN!!” My neighbor screeched at the field. I leaned to my friend Raya, “Is this entirely necessary? We could be doing something more fun. Like literally anything. Anything is more fun than this.” I looked at the field disdainfully. “Seriously Maize? This is like the one time your power is totally on point!” My glare hardened at her as I shifted back to normal. “Aw, come on Mai, we’re in the last quarter!” Whispers fluttered all around me, “Dude, did she just —“ “Holy shit did you see —“ “Dad that lady was GREEN —“. I sighed and shifted my color back to the team’s forest green, “Yay football.” I muttered sarcastically, ignoring the next wave of whispers and stares that followed my change. I’d long since gotten over my misfortune of power. Figures that an electromagnetic surge would hit the one time I was playing a kids game, granting me and several other thousand people the “gifts” of our game characters. Do you know how wicked some of these people’s power’s were? Most of them were changing the weather to avoid natural disasters, telekinetically rescuing people from fires, leaping tall buildings in a single bound. . .you know, superhero shit. Now in all fairness, I was hiding a secret. I hadn’t just been playing a kid’s game that auspicious Friday, I’d been modding and redeveloping it. Including my player. In fact when the surge hit, I’d been typing code in specifically to mod my player. You’d think that’d left me with a glitch or two, but nope, it left me with an unfinished code and a blinking cursor. When faced with the actual reality of becoming all-powerful, one tends to freeze up a little. Sure, I could code the crap out of myself and run this world from here until probably the end of time.....but was it ethical? Moral? And the question that bothered me most, what then? I’d had a couple of months to have an existential crisis and hadn’t been able to get past what happens next. The other players had showed me what a little power could do to a person. On the news you heard the amazing stories of the “PC Heroes” and how our world needed something extraordinary to survive. The chat rooms told a different story. Forums had popped up all over of PCs struggling with controlling their abilities, getting addicted, depressed, and some suicidal. After reading a post from a 15-year old my fantasies fell cold in their tracks, “I feel numb, like humming electric wire I have one purpose and it is my power. When I use it I lose myself and when I don’t I think of nothing else. I’ve lost my love, my pain, my anger. I’ve lost. I’m lost.” That was the last post she made. Two months ago. But was it selfish to not do it? Was it worth losing myself if I could save the lives of others? The thought had me frozen in indecision for months. “Mai,” my friend shook me, “Game’s over, let’s blow this popsicle stand.” She gestured towards the line shuffling towards the exit. Everything started happening in slow motion as the ground began shaking, and a crack in the stadium opened up below Raya. Screams rang out from every direction, but Raya’s sounded right in my ear as I reached out to grab her. “Raya!” I cried out, grasping her forearm in mine as she dropped into the hole. “Don’t let go, don’t let go, Mai, please, I love you, don’t let go” Raya sobbed over and over, fingers digging into my arm. The ground still shook beneath me, crack deepening, I reached another hand down holding her tightly. Tears streamed from my eyes as I struggled to hold her, I had to pull her up. “Help! Help! We need help!” I yelled looking around for anyone. There were others helping pull up victims who had fallen also, people still running for the exits screaming, chaos. “I’ve got you! Hold on!” A man ran over to my left and laid a hand on my shoulder has he reached down to grab Raya. “Pull!” He yelled. I strained my burning muscles as far as they could go, we grunted as we pulled her backward, sliding out of the crack and falling back into the stadium seats. “We’ve got to go,” I shouted grabbing Raya, still heaving on the ground. The man nodded and stumbled with us through the crowd to the exit. The shaking had ceased but we still moved quickly to the main level, getting as far as possible from the near death Raya had nearly faced an the real death for many others. As we reached the parking lot and the leave that awaiting I pulled away from Raya, already nearly jogging back towards the stadium. “Go home,” I said to her, “There’s something I need to do.” I had some coding to do.	When people ask what power I have, I reply them that I have the power of hats. Their reactions tend to go like this: “The power of hats? Seriously?” Then they’ll laugh and point fingers at me. “What power can a hat even bring?” Little did they know that with each hat I don, I acquire a new skill set. With each badge I add on, I acquire more abilities. And nobody would think twice about the parasol I hold, innocently twirling by my side. Honestly, who would even expect damn lasers coming out of the damn umbrella? Even I wouldn’t. And what’s more, with all the flashy hat mods I’ve added, lots of them granting me power. With the cheats enabled on certain modified hats, anything is bound to be possible. Possession? Definitely doable once I make Cappy’s Cap. Defying gravity? Sure, it’s possible once I get my hands on the Astronaut’s Headgear. Best yet, stopping time? Manageable, especially when I use the modified Time Stop Hat. Now, all I need to do is to make every one of those hats. Find the appropriate yarns. Stitch together a coherent looking hat. Then I’ll be one step closer in exacting revenge on those who made fun of me. Once I get my hands on them, oh man, it’ll be the end. The world will bow down to me once I acquire those hats. Who wouldn’t, when you’re able to stop time with no limits to bound you? Looks like people haven’t played A Hat In Time yet. Truly a shame, especially if they were to try and fight against me, The Mad Hatter.
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	Jeeeeeesus, check out that pathetic 'Mario' on the other side of the road. Running, jumping, and 'Wa-hoooo-ing' like a madman as he makes his way down the street... what an amateur. I don't mean to brag, it's just that I kinda lucked out when the super power lottery was being handed out. By my count there are a couple hundred of us who received our powers from the last video game we'd all played, but I was a bit of a hobbyist modder, and as a result, my game character was a tad... overpowered at the time I was granted all his powers. God mode, all weapons, unlimited ammo and many more. You name it, I probably had the power in my arsenal. I'm a bit of a bounty hunter in this new world full of video game powered heroes. People call me when one of my brethren get out of hand and the cops can't do jack shit to stop them. Right now I'm on a call to detain an 'incredibly annoying blue hedgehog', which I'm not exactly looking forward to, but a gig is a gig. The warehouse he'd been spotted at is just around this next corner and then I'll-- Oh crap... there's that Knight Solaire wannabe walking right towards me, and it's too late to change direction. Don't make eye contact, don't make eye contact... "Praise the sun, good sir!" I bellowed, trying my best to stay on his good side. "Fuck off," his muffled, echoing voice muttered as he passed by me without breaking his stride. That was about par for the course for how those interactions typically went for me. In fairness, the folks playing Dark Souls at the time of the event kind of got the short end of the stick. Their 'powers' include being incredibly somber and moody, invulnerability for a split second while rolling, and the 'gift' of being transformed into an undead husk of a human being when they die. I was there the first time one of them found a bonfire on the beach, but when they realized couldn't kindle it or restore their humanity no matter how hard they tried, they were extremely pissed. I guess if I were cursed to live for eternity as a grotesque creature that looked like a raisin that had been left out in the sun 200 years, I might be a little pissed as well. As I entered the warehouse, my worst fears were confirmed. A blue blur shot past me, shouting about how 'rad' he was, and knocking me over in the process. A life sized Sonic the Hedgehog reject stood over me wagging a finger at me as a grin crossed his distressingly human face. To be clear, you don't HAVE to dress up like the character you received your powers from, this goober just apparently really wanted to dress up as Sonic. And let me tell ya, you think the CGI movie Sonic was an atrocity? Imagine the horrors I'm seeing as this middle aged, obese man sprints around the warehouse completely nude aside from oodles of blue fur poorly glued to his body. The fur did not leave enough to the imagination, gonna need some serious eye bleach after this is over, that's all I'm saying. "You're too late, I'm outta here pal! Gotta go fast!" he shouted as he 'wound up' his legs and was off like a shot. "Okay," I shrugged, as I suddenly moved at light speed and caught up with him in an instant. "Goddamn speed hacker!" he shouted back at me as he took a hard turn to try and throw me off. Growing tired of chasing him, I surveyed my bevy of hundreds of fully loaded weapons, selected a concussion grenade launcher, aimed, fired and... missed him by a mile. Yeah, no aimbots for me... even I had to draw the line somewhere, I do have my personal moral code to follow, but sadly that code was coming back to bite me at the moment. As I missed, 'Sonic' slipped through the door, slamming it shut and locking it up tight behind him. "You're tooooo slow, dude!" he taunted me poorly through the window. Thoroughly annoyed at him by this point, I activated the last of my major powers, slipped through the wall, and tackled the blue freak to the ground without warning. "What the heck?!" he protested. "No clip," I growled into his ear as I tied up his hands and feet. One more degenerate off the streets, but I can't help feeling there had to be far worse 'heroes' and 'villains' out there. I mean, odds are that somebody had to have been playing Mortal Kombat just before the powers got handed out, didn't they? ___ Feel free to check out r/Ryter if you'd like to explore more of my stories (Dudes covered in blue hedgehog hair may be denied entry, but otherwise, all are welcome!)	When people ask what power I have, I reply them that I have the power of hats. Their reactions tend to go like this: “The power of hats? Seriously?” Then they’ll laugh and point fingers at me. “What power can a hat even bring?” Little did they know that with each hat I don, I acquire a new skill set. With each badge I add on, I acquire more abilities. And nobody would think twice about the parasol I hold, innocently twirling by my side. Honestly, who would even expect damn lasers coming out of the damn umbrella? Even I wouldn’t. And what’s more, with all the flashy hat mods I’ve added, lots of them granting me power. With the cheats enabled on certain modified hats, anything is bound to be possible. Possession? Definitely doable once I make Cappy’s Cap. Defying gravity? Sure, it’s possible once I get my hands on the Astronaut’s Headgear. Best yet, stopping time? Manageable, especially when I use the modified Time Stop Hat. Now, all I need to do is to make every one of those hats. Find the appropriate yarns. Stitch together a coherent looking hat. Then I’ll be one step closer in exacting revenge on those who made fun of me. Once I get my hands on them, oh man, it’ll be the end. The world will bow down to me once I acquire those hats. Who wouldn’t, when you’re able to stop time with no limits to bound you? Looks like people haven’t played A Hat In Time yet. Truly a shame, especially if they were to try and fight against me, The Mad Hatter.
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	Some people got the ability to fly. Some people got super-strength. Pretty much everyone got increased HP. I got a little nanofabricator. Very useful, but terribly slow. Luckily, it had a recipe for a larger assembling machine. The factory must grow. Now, I really didn't want any super-fighter messing up my plan. So I paid a guy with flight abilities to drop me off on a tiny island in the middle of the ocean. Hundreds of miles of water in each direction. Because honestly, I don't need anything but seawater. The factory must grow. Starting with farming algae and burning it for power, I spent a few days scaling up power and mineral production, living off fish I easily caught by telling them that they should be deconstructed. When I figured out how to produce advanced petrochemicals, things started getting crazy. The factory must grow. It's now half a year after the Event. I own a small continent in the middle of the pacific, a continent which supplies most of the world's demand for metals and electronics. I also happen to have quite the considerable space force since I joined forces with the Kerbals. While others fly around and shoot lasers from their eyes, I'm enjoying being the world's richest man alive. If I wanted to, I could set production to make enough flying battle bots to take over the world in hours. But why should I? I already own most of it anyway. The factory must grow. Oh my, do I enjoy seablock.	I could remember it as if it were yesterday. Just within a single night my friends and essentially everybody else in the world turned into colourful characters such as a plumber with exceptional parkour skills and an obsession with castles and princesses, a one-eyed spy with the possession of an abandoned oil rig and an battalion of mercenaries, a theoretical physicist with a crowbar, and many others one could imagine. Well, let me tell you something. I do play video games. I do play Mario Kart, The Last of Us, God of War. All the good stuff, in fact. But among them stands a video game that made me who I am right now, the game that was the reason why I don‘t wear ridiculous costumes or speak like Troy Baker and/or Nolan North. So this is what happened at that fateful day. I woke up after playing Hearts of Iron 4 with a surge of anger and hatred I have never felt before in my life. I felt invincible, I felt as if I was the second coming of the Messiah, and a passion to reform and clean the world of its sinful deeds against itself. I looked at the mirror in my room and I was still there, but deep inside I could feel that I was a totally different person, and I told myself that "This might be useful later on, people wouldn‘t notice who I really am, not in this form." As expected and as aforementioned, people began to look at me differently, as the "one who doesn‘t change“. Oh, how wrong they are. I decided to make a page on meetup.com for people who are, like me, didn‘t change into a character. Not even a week later hundreds of people had joined in my little group, then a few hundred, then thousands. These people were just like me: unchanged, but still a different character. The speeches coming from the hatred and anger I felt were like fire coming from a dragon‘s mouth - fiery, frightening, and to all of us who belong, inspiring. Not even half a year after, I had gained a few hundred thousand, from those who were like me to people with superpowers and costumes. We were all over the internet, people started taking notice, the TV started taking notice, and politicians started taking notice. But I waited, for events to pop up and for me to make the right decision. Then it happened. A few years after that day, twenty million people from all classes, occupations and backgrounds took into the streets of the USA for a general strike - such a scale never seen before. The government, ever weak and feeble, fled to Hawaii, leaving nobody but me and my die-hard followers to take over. Countries from across the world condemned my actions, all to no avail. I played the world politics and military like a fiddle. I conquered cities after cities, state after state, until the whole American Continent was mine. Then I looked towards the other side of the planet, and they were nothing more than stepping stone towards world domination. My generals who commanded millions and millions of soldiers under my will conquered land after feeble land. My planes, flying like ghosts brought fear upon civilians who went hiding under their desks, and my ships, ever invincible, sails through seas impassable and brought awe and fright towards any of my enemies. Now there‘s nothing left of it. All of the world is mine. I am the absolute ruler of all mankind. And as the crowd silences and the marching band stops, I ready myself to meet my people in this new building I call "People‘s Hall", a monument to mankind, enough to support 100,000 people inside. My adjutant steps on the podium first, to make sure everything is in order. "All, stand!“ The adjutant walks off the podium and towards me, "The stage is set, my leader." I walked towards the podium, overlooking one hundred thousand people inside this grand building, proud ad all of what I have done. No one shall laugh at me for being the odd one out. All now bow down before me as their leader, the first ever "Führer des neuen Reiches", Leader of the new Reich. "Für den Fuhrer, Sieg Heil!" "Sieg Heil!“ "Sieg Heil!" "Sieg Heil!"
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	No one knew how a virus could spread like it did, ignoring firewalls and anti-virus programs. Scientists were furious that someone had apparently figured out how to make hacking in NCIS, Bones, CSI, and other forensic dramas into reality. Everyone who was affected, though, was thrilled, because the day the virus spread through the internet was the day that death no longer became permanent. Everyone respawned, though some faster than others. It was the day that superheroes were born. Or, rather, they liked to think of themselves as superheroes. Some people call them trolls...others call them mingebags. Really, they were just the stereotypical movie depiction of a jock or a Chad, except they were now powerful enough to really force their will on other people and get away with it. Some people had been playing sports games, and so the sports industry had quadrupled in size. Being able to perform the exact same super-powered kick every time was quite an advantage in football, for instance. However, most people I knew of with powers basically turned into super-soldiers overnight. Being able to run as fast as a car, jump higher than they were tall, and, most importantly, never run out of bullets, they patrolled the cities in gangs, shooting anyone who didn't give them the godly praise they craved. Other people had been playing fantasy games, and so were able to fight with magic or shouts. Others had been playing different kinds of shooters, and so had the occasional extra ability, like a double jump or grappling hook. Some people were literal superheroes, like Spider-Man, but these weren't nearly as common. The MMORPGers should have been a major threat to the trolls, but even in real life, they spent most of their time doing quests and fighting raids against other MMORPGs. World of Warcraft staged a huge war against Final Fantasy XIV and Final Fantasy XI while Star Trek Online and EVE Online fought gigantic space battles. Warframe players were some of the most powerful individuals, but as to be expected, spent most of their time gathering thousands of resources for a single new weapon that they only used for a short time before beginning the grind again. No one talked about the Diablo and Path of Exile players, who were almost as depressing as the Dark Souls players. All of them should have been overjoyed at the sheer amount of abilities that they had suddenly gained, but they thought the world was full of death and pain and suffering, and spent the majority of their time trudging through the streets in silence or waiting in therapists' offices. As could have been expected, many thousands were playing Minecraft. While they weren't quite as powerful as some, when they appeared, they did so in great numbers. They could demolish and rebuild a city in a single night, carry nearly 50,000 metric tons of materials, and, most importantly, punch trees into oblivion. Unfortunately, they often spent their time punching each other into oblivion or building houses out of dirt. For some reason, having the ability to build almost anything tended to lead people to do the same five things over and over again. All of my friends had gotten into into Fortnight and Apex Legends. I'd never had any interest in either, having spent most of my time playing simulation games or sandbox games. I enjoyed building things and being creative. I didn't like competition or shooters, and lost 20-to-1 every time I tried to play them. After the virus, though, I began to change. People said my powers were stupid because of what other people did with them. People said that I was a kid for enjoying playing by myself. People said I was pathetic and boring. People thought I was nothing compared to their infinite bullets or giant space ships, or space ninja powers. But I would show them. For while I had been playing Minecraft like many other people, I had also been playing with mods. One particular mod in particular, which was particularly interesting. One full of intrigue and secrets, one that allowed me to play with the very building blocks of matter and energy...through magic and science. One that had the potential to outshine everyone else. One that had the power to pull that which should have been unknowable into reality. One that would bring me to the deepest, darkest recesses of the universe. One that would allow me to see things that should have been unseen... ... ... ... For I had been playing Thaumcraft. ... ... ... ... ...I ͞w̵o̸u͟ld sho͡w th҉em.̀ Ḭ̰͔̥̱̳̗̊̿͆̅ͫ ͚̜͉̬̯̼́̾̓̃̏̏̈́̕w̢̦͓͖̣̺̰ͭ̌͐ͩͨ̾̔ȍ̴͔̪̻̻̯͓̟̇̃u̙̗̪ͪ̈́̊l͎͙͚̩̫ͥd҉͙̬͔̱̠ ̠̘̲̼̖̒ͭͫs̉̀̏̃h̨̠̯̼͍̠̦̅̒̔ͣo͈̬̼ͥ͂́͒̈́ͪw̜̫̘̿ͮ͠ tͯ̌̒ͯ͐̚҉͙͕̰̲̜̲͕̲͟h͍̜̬͖̼̩̟͖͆͑̐̔̎͗͒͜e̷̝̘̺̹̟̳͇̳ͯͫ́̉͊͌̕͜m̫̗̟̯̺̲̰̘̊̆̽͋ͭ̚ ą̢͉̬̥͕̗͍̣̜̐ͧ̔ͣ̈̒̈͗ͭ̀͘͠l̞̤̱̗̩̤͕͉̱̠͖̝̙͍̺̜̟ͪ̓ͨͭ͢͡l̾̔̇̽͑̆͂͒̆ͫ̏̎ͩ͐҉̢͔̝̮͚͈͖̝̲́.	I could remember it as if it were yesterday. Just within a single night my friends and essentially everybody else in the world turned into colourful characters such as a plumber with exceptional parkour skills and an obsession with castles and princesses, a one-eyed spy with the possession of an abandoned oil rig and an battalion of mercenaries, a theoretical physicist with a crowbar, and many others one could imagine. Well, let me tell you something. I do play video games. I do play Mario Kart, The Last of Us, God of War. All the good stuff, in fact. But among them stands a video game that made me who I am right now, the game that was the reason why I don‘t wear ridiculous costumes or speak like Troy Baker and/or Nolan North. So this is what happened at that fateful day. I woke up after playing Hearts of Iron 4 with a surge of anger and hatred I have never felt before in my life. I felt invincible, I felt as if I was the second coming of the Messiah, and a passion to reform and clean the world of its sinful deeds against itself. I looked at the mirror in my room and I was still there, but deep inside I could feel that I was a totally different person, and I told myself that "This might be useful later on, people wouldn‘t notice who I really am, not in this form." As expected and as aforementioned, people began to look at me differently, as the "one who doesn‘t change“. Oh, how wrong they are. I decided to make a page on meetup.com for people who are, like me, didn‘t change into a character. Not even a week later hundreds of people had joined in my little group, then a few hundred, then thousands. These people were just like me: unchanged, but still a different character. The speeches coming from the hatred and anger I felt were like fire coming from a dragon‘s mouth - fiery, frightening, and to all of us who belong, inspiring. Not even half a year after, I had gained a few hundred thousand, from those who were like me to people with superpowers and costumes. We were all over the internet, people started taking notice, the TV started taking notice, and politicians started taking notice. But I waited, for events to pop up and for me to make the right decision. Then it happened. A few years after that day, twenty million people from all classes, occupations and backgrounds took into the streets of the USA for a general strike - such a scale never seen before. The government, ever weak and feeble, fled to Hawaii, leaving nobody but me and my die-hard followers to take over. Countries from across the world condemned my actions, all to no avail. I played the world politics and military like a fiddle. I conquered cities after cities, state after state, until the whole American Continent was mine. Then I looked towards the other side of the planet, and they were nothing more than stepping stone towards world domination. My generals who commanded millions and millions of soldiers under my will conquered land after feeble land. My planes, flying like ghosts brought fear upon civilians who went hiding under their desks, and my ships, ever invincible, sails through seas impassable and brought awe and fright towards any of my enemies. Now there‘s nothing left of it. All of the world is mine. I am the absolute ruler of all mankind. And as the crowd silences and the marching band stops, I ready myself to meet my people in this new building I call "People‘s Hall", a monument to mankind, enough to support 100,000 people inside. My adjutant steps on the podium first, to make sure everything is in order. "All, stand!“ The adjutant walks off the podium and towards me, "The stage is set, my leader." I walked towards the podium, overlooking one hundred thousand people inside this grand building, proud ad all of what I have done. No one shall laugh at me for being the odd one out. All now bow down before me as their leader, the first ever "Führer des neuen Reiches", Leader of the new Reich. "Für den Fuhrer, Sieg Heil!" "Sieg Heil!“ "Sieg Heil!" "Sieg Heil!"
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	(Aight my first WP attempt so be kinda easy on me?) I’m walking through the halls to my next class, getting the usual snicker here and there from my fellow classmates. “What a loser!” and “I can’t believe it!” Are the usual comments I hear from everyone. They all assume I had gotten some weak ass power, and that is hair manipulation, all because I simply couldn’t just pick one hair style for my character. You see, the thing is with this whole “Super power” phenomena is that the power you inherit is solely based on the last character you played in a video game, and I’m heavy on the ones that give you the option for a big selection of different options for every aspect of the body, and I never kept just one hair style throughout the entire game. So every now and then my hair would just randomly switch to another style, one minute I’m bald the next I’m looking like Jonathon Joestar. But the thing is that’s uhh... not exactly all I can do, it’s just what I show, because if I were to show to the real world what I could do? No one I know would be safe, not my family, not my friends, hell not even my girlfriend... With the character modifications I usually like to give them some whacky or overpowered trait depending on the game, and what I chose this time, while playing the game was a fantastic idea, but now in the real world? Not so much, I had chosen time manipulation. Now I know what you’re thinking “How in the hell could that put people in danger?” And I’m getting to that part, the thing that’s special about how my time manipulation works is it’s all based on my blood. What I take a small sharp object, make a nice cut along my palm, it starts glowing like some hocus pocus shit and I can fast forward time, reverse it, or outright stop it. That’s why I can’t ever tell anyone, not one single soul.	I could remember it as if it were yesterday. Just within a single night my friends and essentially everybody else in the world turned into colourful characters such as a plumber with exceptional parkour skills and an obsession with castles and princesses, a one-eyed spy with the possession of an abandoned oil rig and an battalion of mercenaries, a theoretical physicist with a crowbar, and many others one could imagine. Well, let me tell you something. I do play video games. I do play Mario Kart, The Last of Us, God of War. All the good stuff, in fact. But among them stands a video game that made me who I am right now, the game that was the reason why I don‘t wear ridiculous costumes or speak like Troy Baker and/or Nolan North. So this is what happened at that fateful day. I woke up after playing Hearts of Iron 4 with a surge of anger and hatred I have never felt before in my life. I felt invincible, I felt as if I was the second coming of the Messiah, and a passion to reform and clean the world of its sinful deeds against itself. I looked at the mirror in my room and I was still there, but deep inside I could feel that I was a totally different person, and I told myself that "This might be useful later on, people wouldn‘t notice who I really am, not in this form." As expected and as aforementioned, people began to look at me differently, as the "one who doesn‘t change“. Oh, how wrong they are. I decided to make a page on meetup.com for people who are, like me, didn‘t change into a character. Not even a week later hundreds of people had joined in my little group, then a few hundred, then thousands. These people were just like me: unchanged, but still a different character. The speeches coming from the hatred and anger I felt were like fire coming from a dragon‘s mouth - fiery, frightening, and to all of us who belong, inspiring. Not even half a year after, I had gained a few hundred thousand, from those who were like me to people with superpowers and costumes. We were all over the internet, people started taking notice, the TV started taking notice, and politicians started taking notice. But I waited, for events to pop up and for me to make the right decision. Then it happened. A few years after that day, twenty million people from all classes, occupations and backgrounds took into the streets of the USA for a general strike - such a scale never seen before. The government, ever weak and feeble, fled to Hawaii, leaving nobody but me and my die-hard followers to take over. Countries from across the world condemned my actions, all to no avail. I played the world politics and military like a fiddle. I conquered cities after cities, state after state, until the whole American Continent was mine. Then I looked towards the other side of the planet, and they were nothing more than stepping stone towards world domination. My generals who commanded millions and millions of soldiers under my will conquered land after feeble land. My planes, flying like ghosts brought fear upon civilians who went hiding under their desks, and my ships, ever invincible, sails through seas impassable and brought awe and fright towards any of my enemies. Now there‘s nothing left of it. All of the world is mine. I am the absolute ruler of all mankind. And as the crowd silences and the marching band stops, I ready myself to meet my people in this new building I call "People‘s Hall", a monument to mankind, enough to support 100,000 people inside. My adjutant steps on the podium first, to make sure everything is in order. "All, stand!“ The adjutant walks off the podium and towards me, "The stage is set, my leader." I walked towards the podium, overlooking one hundred thousand people inside this grand building, proud ad all of what I have done. No one shall laugh at me for being the odd one out. All now bow down before me as their leader, the first ever "Führer des neuen Reiches", Leader of the new Reich. "Für den Fuhrer, Sieg Heil!" "Sieg Heil!“ "Sieg Heil!" "Sieg Heil!"
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	“GO GREEN!!” My neighbor screeched at the field. I leaned to my friend Raya, “Is this entirely necessary? We could be doing something more fun. Like literally anything. Anything is more fun than this.” I looked at the field disdainfully. “Seriously Maize? This is like the one time your power is totally on point!” My glare hardened at her as I shifted back to normal. “Aw, come on Mai, we’re in the last quarter!” Whispers fluttered all around me, “Dude, did she just —“ “Holy shit did you see —“ “Dad that lady was GREEN —“. I sighed and shifted my color back to the team’s forest green, “Yay football.” I muttered sarcastically, ignoring the next wave of whispers and stares that followed my change. I’d long since gotten over my misfortune of power. Figures that an electromagnetic surge would hit the one time I was playing a kids game, granting me and several other thousand people the “gifts” of our game characters. Do you know how wicked some of these people’s power’s were? Most of them were changing the weather to avoid natural disasters, telekinetically rescuing people from fires, leaping tall buildings in a single bound. . .you know, superhero shit. Now in all fairness, I was hiding a secret. I hadn’t just been playing a kid’s game that auspicious Friday, I’d been modding and redeveloping it. Including my player. In fact when the surge hit, I’d been typing code in specifically to mod my player. You’d think that’d left me with a glitch or two, but nope, it left me with an unfinished code and a blinking cursor. When faced with the actual reality of becoming all-powerful, one tends to freeze up a little. Sure, I could code the crap out of myself and run this world from here until probably the end of time.....but was it ethical? Moral? And the question that bothered me most, what then? I’d had a couple of months to have an existential crisis and hadn’t been able to get past what happens next. The other players had showed me what a little power could do to a person. On the news you heard the amazing stories of the “PC Heroes” and how our world needed something extraordinary to survive. The chat rooms told a different story. Forums had popped up all over of PCs struggling with controlling their abilities, getting addicted, depressed, and some suicidal. After reading a post from a 15-year old my fantasies fell cold in their tracks, “I feel numb, like humming electric wire I have one purpose and it is my power. When I use it I lose myself and when I don’t I think of nothing else. I’ve lost my love, my pain, my anger. I’ve lost. I’m lost.” That was the last post she made. Two months ago. But was it selfish to not do it? Was it worth losing myself if I could save the lives of others? The thought had me frozen in indecision for months. “Mai,” my friend shook me, “Game’s over, let’s blow this popsicle stand.” She gestured towards the line shuffling towards the exit. Everything started happening in slow motion as the ground began shaking, and a crack in the stadium opened up below Raya. Screams rang out from every direction, but Raya’s sounded right in my ear as I reached out to grab her. “Raya!” I cried out, grasping her forearm in mine as she dropped into the hole. “Don’t let go, don’t let go, Mai, please, I love you, don’t let go” Raya sobbed over and over, fingers digging into my arm. The ground still shook beneath me, crack deepening, I reached another hand down holding her tightly. Tears streamed from my eyes as I struggled to hold her, I had to pull her up. “Help! Help! We need help!” I yelled looking around for anyone. There were others helping pull up victims who had fallen also, people still running for the exits screaming, chaos. “I’ve got you! Hold on!” A man ran over to my left and laid a hand on my shoulder has he reached down to grab Raya. “Pull!” He yelled. I strained my burning muscles as far as they could go, we grunted as we pulled her backward, sliding out of the crack and falling back into the stadium seats. “We’ve got to go,” I shouted grabbing Raya, still heaving on the ground. The man nodded and stumbled with us through the crowd to the exit. The shaking had ceased but we still moved quickly to the main level, getting as far as possible from the near death Raya had nearly faced an the real death for many others. As we reached the parking lot and the leave that awaiting I pulled away from Raya, already nearly jogging back towards the stadium. “Go home,” I said to her, “There’s something I need to do.” I had some coding to do.	I could remember it as if it were yesterday. Just within a single night my friends and essentially everybody else in the world turned into colourful characters such as a plumber with exceptional parkour skills and an obsession with castles and princesses, a one-eyed spy with the possession of an abandoned oil rig and an battalion of mercenaries, a theoretical physicist with a crowbar, and many others one could imagine. Well, let me tell you something. I do play video games. I do play Mario Kart, The Last of Us, God of War. All the good stuff, in fact. But among them stands a video game that made me who I am right now, the game that was the reason why I don‘t wear ridiculous costumes or speak like Troy Baker and/or Nolan North. So this is what happened at that fateful day. I woke up after playing Hearts of Iron 4 with a surge of anger and hatred I have never felt before in my life. I felt invincible, I felt as if I was the second coming of the Messiah, and a passion to reform and clean the world of its sinful deeds against itself. I looked at the mirror in my room and I was still there, but deep inside I could feel that I was a totally different person, and I told myself that "This might be useful later on, people wouldn‘t notice who I really am, not in this form." As expected and as aforementioned, people began to look at me differently, as the "one who doesn‘t change“. Oh, how wrong they are. I decided to make a page on meetup.com for people who are, like me, didn‘t change into a character. Not even a week later hundreds of people had joined in my little group, then a few hundred, then thousands. These people were just like me: unchanged, but still a different character. The speeches coming from the hatred and anger I felt were like fire coming from a dragon‘s mouth - fiery, frightening, and to all of us who belong, inspiring. Not even half a year after, I had gained a few hundred thousand, from those who were like me to people with superpowers and costumes. We were all over the internet, people started taking notice, the TV started taking notice, and politicians started taking notice. But I waited, for events to pop up and for me to make the right decision. Then it happened. A few years after that day, twenty million people from all classes, occupations and backgrounds took into the streets of the USA for a general strike - such a scale never seen before. The government, ever weak and feeble, fled to Hawaii, leaving nobody but me and my die-hard followers to take over. Countries from across the world condemned my actions, all to no avail. I played the world politics and military like a fiddle. I conquered cities after cities, state after state, until the whole American Continent was mine. Then I looked towards the other side of the planet, and they were nothing more than stepping stone towards world domination. My generals who commanded millions and millions of soldiers under my will conquered land after feeble land. My planes, flying like ghosts brought fear upon civilians who went hiding under their desks, and my ships, ever invincible, sails through seas impassable and brought awe and fright towards any of my enemies. Now there‘s nothing left of it. All of the world is mine. I am the absolute ruler of all mankind. And as the crowd silences and the marching band stops, I ready myself to meet my people in this new building I call "People‘s Hall", a monument to mankind, enough to support 100,000 people inside. My adjutant steps on the podium first, to make sure everything is in order. "All, stand!“ The adjutant walks off the podium and towards me, "The stage is set, my leader." I walked towards the podium, overlooking one hundred thousand people inside this grand building, proud ad all of what I have done. No one shall laugh at me for being the odd one out. All now bow down before me as their leader, the first ever "Führer des neuen Reiches", Leader of the new Reich. "Für den Fuhrer, Sieg Heil!" "Sieg Heil!“ "Sieg Heil!" "Sieg Heil!"
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	Jeeeeeesus, check out that pathetic 'Mario' on the other side of the road. Running, jumping, and 'Wa-hoooo-ing' like a madman as he makes his way down the street... what an amateur. I don't mean to brag, it's just that I kinda lucked out when the super power lottery was being handed out. By my count there are a couple hundred of us who received our powers from the last video game we'd all played, but I was a bit of a hobbyist modder, and as a result, my game character was a tad... overpowered at the time I was granted all his powers. God mode, all weapons, unlimited ammo and many more. You name it, I probably had the power in my arsenal. I'm a bit of a bounty hunter in this new world full of video game powered heroes. People call me when one of my brethren get out of hand and the cops can't do jack shit to stop them. Right now I'm on a call to detain an 'incredibly annoying blue hedgehog', which I'm not exactly looking forward to, but a gig is a gig. The warehouse he'd been spotted at is just around this next corner and then I'll-- Oh crap... there's that Knight Solaire wannabe walking right towards me, and it's too late to change direction. Don't make eye contact, don't make eye contact... "Praise the sun, good sir!" I bellowed, trying my best to stay on his good side. "Fuck off," his muffled, echoing voice muttered as he passed by me without breaking his stride. That was about par for the course for how those interactions typically went for me. In fairness, the folks playing Dark Souls at the time of the event kind of got the short end of the stick. Their 'powers' include being incredibly somber and moody, invulnerability for a split second while rolling, and the 'gift' of being transformed into an undead husk of a human being when they die. I was there the first time one of them found a bonfire on the beach, but when they realized couldn't kindle it or restore their humanity no matter how hard they tried, they were extremely pissed. I guess if I were cursed to live for eternity as a grotesque creature that looked like a raisin that had been left out in the sun 200 years, I might be a little pissed as well. As I entered the warehouse, my worst fears were confirmed. A blue blur shot past me, shouting about how 'rad' he was, and knocking me over in the process. A life sized Sonic the Hedgehog reject stood over me wagging a finger at me as a grin crossed his distressingly human face. To be clear, you don't HAVE to dress up like the character you received your powers from, this goober just apparently really wanted to dress up as Sonic. And let me tell ya, you think the CGI movie Sonic was an atrocity? Imagine the horrors I'm seeing as this middle aged, obese man sprints around the warehouse completely nude aside from oodles of blue fur poorly glued to his body. The fur did not leave enough to the imagination, gonna need some serious eye bleach after this is over, that's all I'm saying. "You're too late, I'm outta here pal! Gotta go fast!" he shouted as he 'wound up' his legs and was off like a shot. "Okay," I shrugged, as I suddenly moved at light speed and caught up with him in an instant. "Goddamn speed hacker!" he shouted back at me as he took a hard turn to try and throw me off. Growing tired of chasing him, I surveyed my bevy of hundreds of fully loaded weapons, selected a concussion grenade launcher, aimed, fired and... missed him by a mile. Yeah, no aimbots for me... even I had to draw the line somewhere, I do have my personal moral code to follow, but sadly that code was coming back to bite me at the moment. As I missed, 'Sonic' slipped through the door, slamming it shut and locking it up tight behind him. "You're tooooo slow, dude!" he taunted me poorly through the window. Thoroughly annoyed at him by this point, I activated the last of my major powers, slipped through the wall, and tackled the blue freak to the ground without warning. "What the heck?!" he protested. "No clip," I growled into his ear as I tied up his hands and feet. One more degenerate off the streets, but I can't help feeling there had to be far worse 'heroes' and 'villains' out there. I mean, odds are that somebody had to have been playing Mortal Kombat just before the powers got handed out, didn't they? ___ Feel free to check out r/Ryter if you'd like to explore more of my stories (Dudes covered in blue hedgehog hair may be denied entry, but otherwise, all are welcome!)	I could remember it as if it were yesterday. Just within a single night my friends and essentially everybody else in the world turned into colourful characters such as a plumber with exceptional parkour skills and an obsession with castles and princesses, a one-eyed spy with the possession of an abandoned oil rig and an battalion of mercenaries, a theoretical physicist with a crowbar, and many others one could imagine. Well, let me tell you something. I do play video games. I do play Mario Kart, The Last of Us, God of War. All the good stuff, in fact. But among them stands a video game that made me who I am right now, the game that was the reason why I don‘t wear ridiculous costumes or speak like Troy Baker and/or Nolan North. So this is what happened at that fateful day. I woke up after playing Hearts of Iron 4 with a surge of anger and hatred I have never felt before in my life. I felt invincible, I felt as if I was the second coming of the Messiah, and a passion to reform and clean the world of its sinful deeds against itself. I looked at the mirror in my room and I was still there, but deep inside I could feel that I was a totally different person, and I told myself that "This might be useful later on, people wouldn‘t notice who I really am, not in this form." As expected and as aforementioned, people began to look at me differently, as the "one who doesn‘t change“. Oh, how wrong they are. I decided to make a page on meetup.com for people who are, like me, didn‘t change into a character. Not even a week later hundreds of people had joined in my little group, then a few hundred, then thousands. These people were just like me: unchanged, but still a different character. The speeches coming from the hatred and anger I felt were like fire coming from a dragon‘s mouth - fiery, frightening, and to all of us who belong, inspiring. Not even half a year after, I had gained a few hundred thousand, from those who were like me to people with superpowers and costumes. We were all over the internet, people started taking notice, the TV started taking notice, and politicians started taking notice. But I waited, for events to pop up and for me to make the right decision. Then it happened. A few years after that day, twenty million people from all classes, occupations and backgrounds took into the streets of the USA for a general strike - such a scale never seen before. The government, ever weak and feeble, fled to Hawaii, leaving nobody but me and my die-hard followers to take over. Countries from across the world condemned my actions, all to no avail. I played the world politics and military like a fiddle. I conquered cities after cities, state after state, until the whole American Continent was mine. Then I looked towards the other side of the planet, and they were nothing more than stepping stone towards world domination. My generals who commanded millions and millions of soldiers under my will conquered land after feeble land. My planes, flying like ghosts brought fear upon civilians who went hiding under their desks, and my ships, ever invincible, sails through seas impassable and brought awe and fright towards any of my enemies. Now there‘s nothing left of it. All of the world is mine. I am the absolute ruler of all mankind. And as the crowd silences and the marching band stops, I ready myself to meet my people in this new building I call "People‘s Hall", a monument to mankind, enough to support 100,000 people inside. My adjutant steps on the podium first, to make sure everything is in order. "All, stand!“ The adjutant walks off the podium and towards me, "The stage is set, my leader." I walked towards the podium, overlooking one hundred thousand people inside this grand building, proud ad all of what I have done. No one shall laugh at me for being the odd one out. All now bow down before me as their leader, the first ever "Führer des neuen Reiches", Leader of the new Reich. "Für den Fuhrer, Sieg Heil!" "Sieg Heil!“ "Sieg Heil!" "Sieg Heil!"
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	(Aight my first WP attempt so be kinda easy on me?) I’m walking through the halls to my next class, getting the usual snicker here and there from my fellow classmates. “What a loser!” and “I can’t believe it!” Are the usual comments I hear from everyone. They all assume I had gotten some weak ass power, and that is hair manipulation, all because I simply couldn’t just pick one hair style for my character. You see, the thing is with this whole “Super power” phenomena is that the power you inherit is solely based on the last character you played in a video game, and I’m heavy on the ones that give you the option for a big selection of different options for every aspect of the body, and I never kept just one hair style throughout the entire game. So every now and then my hair would just randomly switch to another style, one minute I’m bald the next I’m looking like Jonathon Joestar. But the thing is that’s uhh... not exactly all I can do, it’s just what I show, because if I were to show to the real world what I could do? No one I know would be safe, not my family, not my friends, hell not even my girlfriend... With the character modifications I usually like to give them some whacky or overpowered trait depending on the game, and what I chose this time, while playing the game was a fantastic idea, but now in the real world? Not so much, I had chosen time manipulation. Now I know what you’re thinking “How in the hell could that put people in danger?” And I’m getting to that part, the thing that’s special about how my time manipulation works is it’s all based on my blood. What I take a small sharp object, make a nice cut along my palm, it starts glowing like some hocus pocus shit and I can fast forward time, reverse it, or outright stop it. That’s why I can’t ever tell anyone, not one single soul.	Some people got the ability to fly. Some people got super-strength. Pretty much everyone got increased HP. I got a little nanofabricator. Very useful, but terribly slow. Luckily, it had a recipe for a larger assembling machine. The factory must grow. Now, I really didn't want any super-fighter messing up my plan. So I paid a guy with flight abilities to drop me off on a tiny island in the middle of the ocean. Hundreds of miles of water in each direction. Because honestly, I don't need anything but seawater. The factory must grow. Starting with farming algae and burning it for power, I spent a few days scaling up power and mineral production, living off fish I easily caught by telling them that they should be deconstructed. When I figured out how to produce advanced petrochemicals, things started getting crazy. The factory must grow. It's now half a year after the Event. I own a small continent in the middle of the pacific, a continent which supplies most of the world's demand for metals and electronics. I also happen to have quite the considerable space force since I joined forces with the Kerbals. While others fly around and shoot lasers from their eyes, I'm enjoying being the world's richest man alive. If I wanted to, I could set production to make enough flying battle bots to take over the world in hours. But why should I? I already own most of it anyway. The factory must grow. Oh my, do I enjoy seablock.
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	“GO GREEN!!” My neighbor screeched at the field. I leaned to my friend Raya, “Is this entirely necessary? We could be doing something more fun. Like literally anything. Anything is more fun than this.” I looked at the field disdainfully. “Seriously Maize? This is like the one time your power is totally on point!” My glare hardened at her as I shifted back to normal. “Aw, come on Mai, we’re in the last quarter!” Whispers fluttered all around me, “Dude, did she just —“ “Holy shit did you see —“ “Dad that lady was GREEN —“. I sighed and shifted my color back to the team’s forest green, “Yay football.” I muttered sarcastically, ignoring the next wave of whispers and stares that followed my change. I’d long since gotten over my misfortune of power. Figures that an electromagnetic surge would hit the one time I was playing a kids game, granting me and several other thousand people the “gifts” of our game characters. Do you know how wicked some of these people’s power’s were? Most of them were changing the weather to avoid natural disasters, telekinetically rescuing people from fires, leaping tall buildings in a single bound. . .you know, superhero shit. Now in all fairness, I was hiding a secret. I hadn’t just been playing a kid’s game that auspicious Friday, I’d been modding and redeveloping it. Including my player. In fact when the surge hit, I’d been typing code in specifically to mod my player. You’d think that’d left me with a glitch or two, but nope, it left me with an unfinished code and a blinking cursor. When faced with the actual reality of becoming all-powerful, one tends to freeze up a little. Sure, I could code the crap out of myself and run this world from here until probably the end of time.....but was it ethical? Moral? And the question that bothered me most, what then? I’d had a couple of months to have an existential crisis and hadn’t been able to get past what happens next. The other players had showed me what a little power could do to a person. On the news you heard the amazing stories of the “PC Heroes” and how our world needed something extraordinary to survive. The chat rooms told a different story. Forums had popped up all over of PCs struggling with controlling their abilities, getting addicted, depressed, and some suicidal. After reading a post from a 15-year old my fantasies fell cold in their tracks, “I feel numb, like humming electric wire I have one purpose and it is my power. When I use it I lose myself and when I don’t I think of nothing else. I’ve lost my love, my pain, my anger. I’ve lost. I’m lost.” That was the last post she made. Two months ago. But was it selfish to not do it? Was it worth losing myself if I could save the lives of others? The thought had me frozen in indecision for months. “Mai,” my friend shook me, “Game’s over, let’s blow this popsicle stand.” She gestured towards the line shuffling towards the exit. Everything started happening in slow motion as the ground began shaking, and a crack in the stadium opened up below Raya. Screams rang out from every direction, but Raya’s sounded right in my ear as I reached out to grab her. “Raya!” I cried out, grasping her forearm in mine as she dropped into the hole. “Don’t let go, don’t let go, Mai, please, I love you, don’t let go” Raya sobbed over and over, fingers digging into my arm. The ground still shook beneath me, crack deepening, I reached another hand down holding her tightly. Tears streamed from my eyes as I struggled to hold her, I had to pull her up. “Help! Help! We need help!” I yelled looking around for anyone. There were others helping pull up victims who had fallen also, people still running for the exits screaming, chaos. “I’ve got you! Hold on!” A man ran over to my left and laid a hand on my shoulder has he reached down to grab Raya. “Pull!” He yelled. I strained my burning muscles as far as they could go, we grunted as we pulled her backward, sliding out of the crack and falling back into the stadium seats. “We’ve got to go,” I shouted grabbing Raya, still heaving on the ground. The man nodded and stumbled with us through the crowd to the exit. The shaking had ceased but we still moved quickly to the main level, getting as far as possible from the near death Raya had nearly faced an the real death for many others. As we reached the parking lot and the leave that awaiting I pulled away from Raya, already nearly jogging back towards the stadium. “Go home,” I said to her, “There’s something I need to do.” I had some coding to do.	Some people got the ability to fly. Some people got super-strength. Pretty much everyone got increased HP. I got a little nanofabricator. Very useful, but terribly slow. Luckily, it had a recipe for a larger assembling machine. The factory must grow. Now, I really didn't want any super-fighter messing up my plan. So I paid a guy with flight abilities to drop me off on a tiny island in the middle of the ocean. Hundreds of miles of water in each direction. Because honestly, I don't need anything but seawater. The factory must grow. Starting with farming algae and burning it for power, I spent a few days scaling up power and mineral production, living off fish I easily caught by telling them that they should be deconstructed. When I figured out how to produce advanced petrochemicals, things started getting crazy. The factory must grow. It's now half a year after the Event. I own a small continent in the middle of the pacific, a continent which supplies most of the world's demand for metals and electronics. I also happen to have quite the considerable space force since I joined forces with the Kerbals. While others fly around and shoot lasers from their eyes, I'm enjoying being the world's richest man alive. If I wanted to, I could set production to make enough flying battle bots to take over the world in hours. But why should I? I already own most of it anyway. The factory must grow. Oh my, do I enjoy seablock.
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	Jeeeeeesus, check out that pathetic 'Mario' on the other side of the road. Running, jumping, and 'Wa-hoooo-ing' like a madman as he makes his way down the street... what an amateur. I don't mean to brag, it's just that I kinda lucked out when the super power lottery was being handed out. By my count there are a couple hundred of us who received our powers from the last video game we'd all played, but I was a bit of a hobbyist modder, and as a result, my game character was a tad... overpowered at the time I was granted all his powers. God mode, all weapons, unlimited ammo and many more. You name it, I probably had the power in my arsenal. I'm a bit of a bounty hunter in this new world full of video game powered heroes. People call me when one of my brethren get out of hand and the cops can't do jack shit to stop them. Right now I'm on a call to detain an 'incredibly annoying blue hedgehog', which I'm not exactly looking forward to, but a gig is a gig. The warehouse he'd been spotted at is just around this next corner and then I'll-- Oh crap... there's that Knight Solaire wannabe walking right towards me, and it's too late to change direction. Don't make eye contact, don't make eye contact... "Praise the sun, good sir!" I bellowed, trying my best to stay on his good side. "Fuck off," his muffled, echoing voice muttered as he passed by me without breaking his stride. That was about par for the course for how those interactions typically went for me. In fairness, the folks playing Dark Souls at the time of the event kind of got the short end of the stick. Their 'powers' include being incredibly somber and moody, invulnerability for a split second while rolling, and the 'gift' of being transformed into an undead husk of a human being when they die. I was there the first time one of them found a bonfire on the beach, but when they realized couldn't kindle it or restore their humanity no matter how hard they tried, they were extremely pissed. I guess if I were cursed to live for eternity as a grotesque creature that looked like a raisin that had been left out in the sun 200 years, I might be a little pissed as well. As I entered the warehouse, my worst fears were confirmed. A blue blur shot past me, shouting about how 'rad' he was, and knocking me over in the process. A life sized Sonic the Hedgehog reject stood over me wagging a finger at me as a grin crossed his distressingly human face. To be clear, you don't HAVE to dress up like the character you received your powers from, this goober just apparently really wanted to dress up as Sonic. And let me tell ya, you think the CGI movie Sonic was an atrocity? Imagine the horrors I'm seeing as this middle aged, obese man sprints around the warehouse completely nude aside from oodles of blue fur poorly glued to his body. The fur did not leave enough to the imagination, gonna need some serious eye bleach after this is over, that's all I'm saying. "You're too late, I'm outta here pal! Gotta go fast!" he shouted as he 'wound up' his legs and was off like a shot. "Okay," I shrugged, as I suddenly moved at light speed and caught up with him in an instant. "Goddamn speed hacker!" he shouted back at me as he took a hard turn to try and throw me off. Growing tired of chasing him, I surveyed my bevy of hundreds of fully loaded weapons, selected a concussion grenade launcher, aimed, fired and... missed him by a mile. Yeah, no aimbots for me... even I had to draw the line somewhere, I do have my personal moral code to follow, but sadly that code was coming back to bite me at the moment. As I missed, 'Sonic' slipped through the door, slamming it shut and locking it up tight behind him. "You're tooooo slow, dude!" he taunted me poorly through the window. Thoroughly annoyed at him by this point, I activated the last of my major powers, slipped through the wall, and tackled the blue freak to the ground without warning. "What the heck?!" he protested. "No clip," I growled into his ear as I tied up his hands and feet. One more degenerate off the streets, but I can't help feeling there had to be far worse 'heroes' and 'villains' out there. I mean, odds are that somebody had to have been playing Mortal Kombat just before the powers got handed out, didn't they? ___ Feel free to check out r/Ryter if you'd like to explore more of my stories (Dudes covered in blue hedgehog hair may be denied entry, but otherwise, all are welcome!)	Some people got the ability to fly. Some people got super-strength. Pretty much everyone got increased HP. I got a little nanofabricator. Very useful, but terribly slow. Luckily, it had a recipe for a larger assembling machine. The factory must grow. Now, I really didn't want any super-fighter messing up my plan. So I paid a guy with flight abilities to drop me off on a tiny island in the middle of the ocean. Hundreds of miles of water in each direction. Because honestly, I don't need anything but seawater. The factory must grow. Starting with farming algae and burning it for power, I spent a few days scaling up power and mineral production, living off fish I easily caught by telling them that they should be deconstructed. When I figured out how to produce advanced petrochemicals, things started getting crazy. The factory must grow. It's now half a year after the Event. I own a small continent in the middle of the pacific, a continent which supplies most of the world's demand for metals and electronics. I also happen to have quite the considerable space force since I joined forces with the Kerbals. While others fly around and shoot lasers from their eyes, I'm enjoying being the world's richest man alive. If I wanted to, I could set production to make enough flying battle bots to take over the world in hours. But why should I? I already own most of it anyway. The factory must grow. Oh my, do I enjoy seablock.
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	Some people became near gods. Flying, running at the speed of light. Some people could shoot elecricity from their fingertips. The news went from boring politics one day, to men and women crackling with electric energy fighting in the streets. After the dust settled, and the really bad guys guys were dead, and the good guys were banding together into teams. no one even knew I had powers... the day it happened, when everything went nuts. When the electric storm raged through the world, and my eighbor got the ability to leap over tall buildings in a single bound, I just sat there. I just stood there with a strange new tool in my hand. I kept it hidden. It was in the back of my closet, wrapped in old towels. I knew that if people saw it. They'd know what my true powers were. Everyone thinks that my powers a simple superstrength. That i can just punch things and they break. I laugh and tell them I was playing dig dug. People laugh about my powers. There are so many better ones, people say. I just chuckle along, with a self depriciating way. It's best for them not to know about what's in my closet. If they knew about the diamond pickaxe, and that i was in creative mode when i was using it. They'd be very very scared.	The ballad of God Gonk Droid If I am being honest I don’t know why me and my girlfriend were playing a modded Lego Star Wars. It was a cold morning, as it often is in December. We had just got back from our first Christmas where both our parents were there. To say the least our parents got a bit drunk and tried to force a proposal it was all a little... ok very awkward. So anyway we both agreed that we should play our favourite childhood game, Lego Star Wars. My gf chose her character, Ghost Yoda, the coward. I know the other hand decided on a much more deadly character, feared across the galaxy, the Gonk droid. We messed around on the Death Star level for a while. When the Xbox exploded, I thought it was because it was old, turns out every console exploded. This is when things get weird, as my gf before my eyes became translucent and shrank. She screamed pointing at me as o felt my body expand until I felt nothing. I tried to speak but only beeps were audible. Over the next few months it became apparent that this had happened globally. All over the globe people took on the traits of the characters they had played most recently. All around the globe people had the augmented strength of Master Chief, the stealth skills of Altair and a very few lucky people had managed to have a Super Star whilst playing Mario. They became Gods. All my friends had been luckier than me or so they thought, Brandon had inherited Batman’s years of training. Sarah was playing minecraft and could move the world around her. Eventually people started to go mad with power as they always do. When the major gaming companies attempted to sue those that were violating their IP. Some power crazed individuals committed a massacre. My Susan bless her tried to help me. However she couldn’t pick anything up. So eventually my power ran out and I could no longer move. I was trapped in a metal coffin that eventually became a coffee table. Eventually someone plugged me in. I became aware of a simple fact. We had been playing a modded version of Lego Star Wars. Not only had all the cheats been on but I had given the Gonk droid Force powers, I could jump skyscrapers and I was able to run at 100mph. Unfortunately I’m not a good person. A year of being trapped inside myself had made something snap. I became feared across the world. When I entered a building screaming began. Nothing could stop me. I had become into a God. Not even the Super Stars could stop me.
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	No one knew how a virus could spread like it did, ignoring firewalls and anti-virus programs. Scientists were furious that someone had apparently figured out how to make hacking in NCIS, Bones, CSI, and other forensic dramas into reality. Everyone who was affected, though, was thrilled, because the day the virus spread through the internet was the day that death no longer became permanent. Everyone respawned, though some faster than others. It was the day that superheroes were born. Or, rather, they liked to think of themselves as superheroes. Some people call them trolls...others call them mingebags. Really, they were just the stereotypical movie depiction of a jock or a Chad, except they were now powerful enough to really force their will on other people and get away with it. Some people had been playing sports games, and so the sports industry had quadrupled in size. Being able to perform the exact same super-powered kick every time was quite an advantage in football, for instance. However, most people I knew of with powers basically turned into super-soldiers overnight. Being able to run as fast as a car, jump higher than they were tall, and, most importantly, never run out of bullets, they patrolled the cities in gangs, shooting anyone who didn't give them the godly praise they craved. Other people had been playing fantasy games, and so were able to fight with magic or shouts. Others had been playing different kinds of shooters, and so had the occasional extra ability, like a double jump or grappling hook. Some people were literal superheroes, like Spider-Man, but these weren't nearly as common. The MMORPGers should have been a major threat to the trolls, but even in real life, they spent most of their time doing quests and fighting raids against other MMORPGs. World of Warcraft staged a huge war against Final Fantasy XIV and Final Fantasy XI while Star Trek Online and EVE Online fought gigantic space battles. Warframe players were some of the most powerful individuals, but as to be expected, spent most of their time gathering thousands of resources for a single new weapon that they only used for a short time before beginning the grind again. No one talked about the Diablo and Path of Exile players, who were almost as depressing as the Dark Souls players. All of them should have been overjoyed at the sheer amount of abilities that they had suddenly gained, but they thought the world was full of death and pain and suffering, and spent the majority of their time trudging through the streets in silence or waiting in therapists' offices. As could have been expected, many thousands were playing Minecraft. While they weren't quite as powerful as some, when they appeared, they did so in great numbers. They could demolish and rebuild a city in a single night, carry nearly 50,000 metric tons of materials, and, most importantly, punch trees into oblivion. Unfortunately, they often spent their time punching each other into oblivion or building houses out of dirt. For some reason, having the ability to build almost anything tended to lead people to do the same five things over and over again. All of my friends had gotten into into Fortnight and Apex Legends. I'd never had any interest in either, having spent most of my time playing simulation games or sandbox games. I enjoyed building things and being creative. I didn't like competition or shooters, and lost 20-to-1 every time I tried to play them. After the virus, though, I began to change. People said my powers were stupid because of what other people did with them. People said that I was a kid for enjoying playing by myself. People said I was pathetic and boring. People thought I was nothing compared to their infinite bullets or giant space ships, or space ninja powers. But I would show them. For while I had been playing Minecraft like many other people, I had also been playing with mods. One particular mod in particular, which was particularly interesting. One full of intrigue and secrets, one that allowed me to play with the very building blocks of matter and energy...through magic and science. One that had the potential to outshine everyone else. One that had the power to pull that which should have been unknowable into reality. One that would bring me to the deepest, darkest recesses of the universe. One that would allow me to see things that should have been unseen... ... ... ... For I had been playing Thaumcraft. ... ... ... ... ...I ͞w̵o̸u͟ld sho͡w th҉em.̀ Ḭ̰͔̥̱̳̗̊̿͆̅ͫ ͚̜͉̬̯̼́̾̓̃̏̏̈́̕w̢̦͓͖̣̺̰ͭ̌͐ͩͨ̾̔ȍ̴͔̪̻̻̯͓̟̇̃u̙̗̪ͪ̈́̊l͎͙͚̩̫ͥd҉͙̬͔̱̠ ̠̘̲̼̖̒ͭͫs̉̀̏̃h̨̠̯̼͍̠̦̅̒̔ͣo͈̬̼ͥ͂́͒̈́ͪw̜̫̘̿ͮ͠ tͯ̌̒ͯ͐̚҉͙͕̰̲̜̲͕̲͟h͍̜̬͖̼̩̟͖͆͑̐̔̎͗͒͜e̷̝̘̺̹̟̳͇̳ͯͫ́̉͊͌̕͜m̫̗̟̯̺̲̰̘̊̆̽͋ͭ̚ ą̢͉̬̥͕̗͍̣̜̐ͧ̔ͣ̈̒̈͗ͭ̀͘͠l̞̤̱̗̩̤͕͉̱̠͖̝̙͍̺̜̟ͪ̓ͨͭ͢͡l̾̔̇̽͑̆͂͒̆ͫ̏̎ͩ͐҉̢͔̝̮͚͈͖̝̲́.	The ballad of God Gonk Droid If I am being honest I don’t know why me and my girlfriend were playing a modded Lego Star Wars. It was a cold morning, as it often is in December. We had just got back from our first Christmas where both our parents were there. To say the least our parents got a bit drunk and tried to force a proposal it was all a little... ok very awkward. So anyway we both agreed that we should play our favourite childhood game, Lego Star Wars. My gf chose her character, Ghost Yoda, the coward. I know the other hand decided on a much more deadly character, feared across the galaxy, the Gonk droid. We messed around on the Death Star level for a while. When the Xbox exploded, I thought it was because it was old, turns out every console exploded. This is when things get weird, as my gf before my eyes became translucent and shrank. She screamed pointing at me as o felt my body expand until I felt nothing. I tried to speak but only beeps were audible. Over the next few months it became apparent that this had happened globally. All over the globe people took on the traits of the characters they had played most recently. All around the globe people had the augmented strength of Master Chief, the stealth skills of Altair and a very few lucky people had managed to have a Super Star whilst playing Mario. They became Gods. All my friends had been luckier than me or so they thought, Brandon had inherited Batman’s years of training. Sarah was playing minecraft and could move the world around her. Eventually people started to go mad with power as they always do. When the major gaming companies attempted to sue those that were violating their IP. Some power crazed individuals committed a massacre. My Susan bless her tried to help me. However she couldn’t pick anything up. So eventually my power ran out and I could no longer move. I was trapped in a metal coffin that eventually became a coffee table. Eventually someone plugged me in. I became aware of a simple fact. We had been playing a modded version of Lego Star Wars. Not only had all the cheats been on but I had given the Gonk droid Force powers, I could jump skyscrapers and I was able to run at 100mph. Unfortunately I’m not a good person. A year of being trapped inside myself had made something snap. I became feared across the world. When I entered a building screaming began. Nothing could stop me. I had become into a God. Not even the Super Stars could stop me.
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	So here’s the sitch: I totally do play video games. And no, I’m not one of those r/notliketheothergirls who insists I’m the only girl who games, or that I should receive all the sexual admiration for it. I’ve dabbled in just about everything - FPS, MMORPG, VR, PC, console, mobile, puzzles, survival, capture/collect, simulator, zombie, satire, first- second- and third-person open-world, linear, racing. Club Penguin. Any genre you name, I’ve probably tried it. Not any game, but any genre. So sue me if I’m partial to pastoral games. As if you never spent hours of your time creating the perfect face or the perfect house or the perfect life for some imaginary person. It’s addicting to be able to control just about every aspect, especially if you tweak the settings and gameplay options so you can reverse any negative unforeseen happenings that would bring chaos to your perfect little world. The thing is, when the Catalyst happened, I wasn’t just playing one game. I actually had two computers - my laptop and my old family desktop - running two different games. I know this sounds silly, but I really wanted to continue the epic saga I’d begun in The Sims 2 when I was in high school, now that I had finally downloaded The Sims 4. I skipped 3 because the drastic change in gameplay had been too much for me at the time. But after watching countless YouTubers take a crack at it, I was finally ready to give it another chance. Just, not without my OG family. Upfront, I don’t mod. I don’t know how, and frankly I’m scared to try. The last time I messed with the source code on anything, I ended up destroying my computer. So, no mods for me. It’s cool for other people to, and I’ll admit I laugh every time cabbages rain from the sky as Thomas the Tank Engine careens toward Solitude. But I’m afraid if I touch it, I’ll break it. And then my husband will break me (not really; he’s very kind). Now, I may not mod, but I also haven’t played Sims 2 without cheats enabled since I first installed the game. I don’t really know the cheat codes for Sims 4, yet, but I’m content to play it on vanilla for now. I mean, I was. I kinda haven’t touched it since that night. When everybody else started getting their powers, I was convinced I had been skipped over. I mean, what kind of powers do Sims have, anyway? My husband, bless him, had been playing Mass Effect: Andromeda. Now he can interface with his own personal AI, and has a lot of cool abilities with electronics and the like. It certainly helped get us out of our financial situation. That is, until I discovered what had been done to me. I don’t know how to explain to you exactly how unsettling it is to be sitting on a toilet when suddenly POOF confetti erupts around you. I definitely didn’t fall off the seat, but only because of the cramped space around the pot. I don’t know if I thought it was the ceiling collapsing, or that I was hallucinating, but it didn’t take more than a couple days to realize I was pregnant. A few days later, and I was a certifiable balloon. Newscasters and reporters were too busy with all the rest of the fallout to take note of me and my sudden predicament. In fact, the one journalist I did get in contact with laughed me off the phone. Luckily, my body was already a wasteland from years of inactivity and poor maintenance. I basically laid in bed for the duration of my pregnancy - a whopping week and a half. Then, I was fine. I popped right up and started taking care of my new baby. But she didn’t stay my baby for long. And she also didn’t stay alone. It seems that birth control isn’t a thing in the Sims: you woohoo for baby, you get a baby (eventually). Only irl, I didn’t have the ability to decide whether I wanted to get pregnant or not. If I had sex, there was a greater than 50% chance I’d get pregnant. And I like having sex with my husband. I’m sure you see where this is going. Now, I’m literally a baby-making machine, minus the metal parts. And since they are the product of what can only be described as magical fuckery, my brood of children has amassed into an army. That dumbass reporter really wishes she’d spoken to me now. Because of my specific circumstances, I’m also able to summon Death literally any time I want. And since we are best friends, Death will do my bidding if I ask nicely. Mostly I just ask Death to make sure my colony of offspring have room to grow, to thrive, and to make their own families. And also to spare me whenever I do something stupid, which I do quite a lot now that I’m basically invulnerable. Mauled by an animal? Ctrl+Shift+C maxmotives. Get hit by a car? Same thing! Am I worn out and exhausted? maxmotives, baby! I don’t sleep except to dream. I have gotten so much done since realizing my powers, and I’ve only scratched the surface of my potential. I discovered I can make a living selling designer babies - especially since I don’t have to have sex to make a baby, and I can literally make a baby with anyone. You want Orlando Bloom’s kid? No problem. Kristin Bell? I can do it in my sleep! And recently I discovered that I don’t actually have to wait the full week and a half to get the baby; I can Speed Up Pregnancy with nothing more than the desire! It takes maybe a day after that, although it is quite an ordeal. My husband is actually quite pissed at me, because we haven’t had sex in weeks since I made the discovery. But I think once I take a break from my new business, I’ll get back in his good graces with minimal effort. After all, I can afford literally anything he wants just by shouting, “motherlode!” But that annoyingly causes inflation, so I don’t do it often anymore. I gotta go now. Chris Hemsworth Jr. #7 is getting ready to claw his way out, and I need to have both hands free to brace myself for the birth. Toodles!	The ballad of God Gonk Droid If I am being honest I don’t know why me and my girlfriend were playing a modded Lego Star Wars. It was a cold morning, as it often is in December. We had just got back from our first Christmas where both our parents were there. To say the least our parents got a bit drunk and tried to force a proposal it was all a little... ok very awkward. So anyway we both agreed that we should play our favourite childhood game, Lego Star Wars. My gf chose her character, Ghost Yoda, the coward. I know the other hand decided on a much more deadly character, feared across the galaxy, the Gonk droid. We messed around on the Death Star level for a while. When the Xbox exploded, I thought it was because it was old, turns out every console exploded. This is when things get weird, as my gf before my eyes became translucent and shrank. She screamed pointing at me as o felt my body expand until I felt nothing. I tried to speak but only beeps were audible. Over the next few months it became apparent that this had happened globally. All over the globe people took on the traits of the characters they had played most recently. All around the globe people had the augmented strength of Master Chief, the stealth skills of Altair and a very few lucky people had managed to have a Super Star whilst playing Mario. They became Gods. All my friends had been luckier than me or so they thought, Brandon had inherited Batman’s years of training. Sarah was playing minecraft and could move the world around her. Eventually people started to go mad with power as they always do. When the major gaming companies attempted to sue those that were violating their IP. Some power crazed individuals committed a massacre. My Susan bless her tried to help me. However she couldn’t pick anything up. So eventually my power ran out and I could no longer move. I was trapped in a metal coffin that eventually became a coffee table. Eventually someone plugged me in. I became aware of a simple fact. We had been playing a modded version of Lego Star Wars. Not only had all the cheats been on but I had given the Gonk droid Force powers, I could jump skyscrapers and I was able to run at 100mph. Unfortunately I’m not a good person. A year of being trapped inside myself had made something snap. I became feared across the world. When I entered a building screaming began. Nothing could stop me. I had become into a God. Not even the Super Stars could stop me.
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	They mocked me. Laughed at me. Of course I had to be the one who played Cities:Skylines last. My superpower? The amazing ability to cut through government red tape and expedite municipal construction projects. For the first time, parks were being built, streets were being paved, and businesses were moving in, all on time and on budget. I could even terraform to a limited degree. If I lowered the terrain in the area I would have to raise it elsewhere. I only had a limited amount of dirt I could keep suspended in my pocket universe you see. I had complete dictatorial control of the city. Taxes went up and down as I wished. I raised taxes temporarily to generate huge influxes of cash so often I lost count, and I had no elections to fear. But the others laughed. "Have fun with your budgets!" They'd say, sneering. But little did they know I'd have the last laugh. A lot of them still drove. Their characters weren't superheroes, not most of them. Imagine their surprise when I showed up to their city and started redirecting lanes. The look on solid snake's face when I directed his turn lane to the far lane on the highway so everybody had to cut across three lanes. He sat there, inching his way forward, starting listfully at the clear, open lane he found himself utterly unable to use. It was like the car was on a set of tracks. I did it to them all. They wouldn't have laughed at me had they known I had installed the traffic manager mod.	The ballad of God Gonk Droid If I am being honest I don’t know why me and my girlfriend were playing a modded Lego Star Wars. It was a cold morning, as it often is in December. We had just got back from our first Christmas where both our parents were there. To say the least our parents got a bit drunk and tried to force a proposal it was all a little... ok very awkward. So anyway we both agreed that we should play our favourite childhood game, Lego Star Wars. My gf chose her character, Ghost Yoda, the coward. I know the other hand decided on a much more deadly character, feared across the galaxy, the Gonk droid. We messed around on the Death Star level for a while. When the Xbox exploded, I thought it was because it was old, turns out every console exploded. This is when things get weird, as my gf before my eyes became translucent and shrank. She screamed pointing at me as o felt my body expand until I felt nothing. I tried to speak but only beeps were audible. Over the next few months it became apparent that this had happened globally. All over the globe people took on the traits of the characters they had played most recently. All around the globe people had the augmented strength of Master Chief, the stealth skills of Altair and a very few lucky people had managed to have a Super Star whilst playing Mario. They became Gods. All my friends had been luckier than me or so they thought, Brandon had inherited Batman’s years of training. Sarah was playing minecraft and could move the world around her. Eventually people started to go mad with power as they always do. When the major gaming companies attempted to sue those that were violating their IP. Some power crazed individuals committed a massacre. My Susan bless her tried to help me. However she couldn’t pick anything up. So eventually my power ran out and I could no longer move. I was trapped in a metal coffin that eventually became a coffee table. Eventually someone plugged me in. I became aware of a simple fact. We had been playing a modded version of Lego Star Wars. Not only had all the cheats been on but I had given the Gonk droid Force powers, I could jump skyscrapers and I was able to run at 100mph. Unfortunately I’m not a good person. A year of being trapped inside myself had made something snap. I became feared across the world. When I entered a building screaming began. Nothing could stop me. I had become into a God. Not even the Super Stars could stop me.
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	(Aight my first WP attempt so be kinda easy on me?) I’m walking through the halls to my next class, getting the usual snicker here and there from my fellow classmates. “What a loser!” and “I can’t believe it!” Are the usual comments I hear from everyone. They all assume I had gotten some weak ass power, and that is hair manipulation, all because I simply couldn’t just pick one hair style for my character. You see, the thing is with this whole “Super power” phenomena is that the power you inherit is solely based on the last character you played in a video game, and I’m heavy on the ones that give you the option for a big selection of different options for every aspect of the body, and I never kept just one hair style throughout the entire game. So every now and then my hair would just randomly switch to another style, one minute I’m bald the next I’m looking like Jonathon Joestar. But the thing is that’s uhh... not exactly all I can do, it’s just what I show, because if I were to show to the real world what I could do? No one I know would be safe, not my family, not my friends, hell not even my girlfriend... With the character modifications I usually like to give them some whacky or overpowered trait depending on the game, and what I chose this time, while playing the game was a fantastic idea, but now in the real world? Not so much, I had chosen time manipulation. Now I know what you’re thinking “How in the hell could that put people in danger?” And I’m getting to that part, the thing that’s special about how my time manipulation works is it’s all based on my blood. What I take a small sharp object, make a nice cut along my palm, it starts glowing like some hocus pocus shit and I can fast forward time, reverse it, or outright stop it. That’s why I can’t ever tell anyone, not one single soul.	The ballad of God Gonk Droid If I am being honest I don’t know why me and my girlfriend were playing a modded Lego Star Wars. It was a cold morning, as it often is in December. We had just got back from our first Christmas where both our parents were there. To say the least our parents got a bit drunk and tried to force a proposal it was all a little... ok very awkward. So anyway we both agreed that we should play our favourite childhood game, Lego Star Wars. My gf chose her character, Ghost Yoda, the coward. I know the other hand decided on a much more deadly character, feared across the galaxy, the Gonk droid. We messed around on the Death Star level for a while. When the Xbox exploded, I thought it was because it was old, turns out every console exploded. This is when things get weird, as my gf before my eyes became translucent and shrank. She screamed pointing at me as o felt my body expand until I felt nothing. I tried to speak but only beeps were audible. Over the next few months it became apparent that this had happened globally. All over the globe people took on the traits of the characters they had played most recently. All around the globe people had the augmented strength of Master Chief, the stealth skills of Altair and a very few lucky people had managed to have a Super Star whilst playing Mario. They became Gods. All my friends had been luckier than me or so they thought, Brandon had inherited Batman’s years of training. Sarah was playing minecraft and could move the world around her. Eventually people started to go mad with power as they always do. When the major gaming companies attempted to sue those that were violating their IP. Some power crazed individuals committed a massacre. My Susan bless her tried to help me. However she couldn’t pick anything up. So eventually my power ran out and I could no longer move. I was trapped in a metal coffin that eventually became a coffee table. Eventually someone plugged me in. I became aware of a simple fact. We had been playing a modded version of Lego Star Wars. Not only had all the cheats been on but I had given the Gonk droid Force powers, I could jump skyscrapers and I was able to run at 100mph. Unfortunately I’m not a good person. A year of being trapped inside myself had made something snap. I became feared across the world. When I entered a building screaming began. Nothing could stop me. I had become into a God. Not even the Super Stars could stop me.
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	“GO GREEN!!” My neighbor screeched at the field. I leaned to my friend Raya, “Is this entirely necessary? We could be doing something more fun. Like literally anything. Anything is more fun than this.” I looked at the field disdainfully. “Seriously Maize? This is like the one time your power is totally on point!” My glare hardened at her as I shifted back to normal. “Aw, come on Mai, we’re in the last quarter!” Whispers fluttered all around me, “Dude, did she just —“ “Holy shit did you see —“ “Dad that lady was GREEN —“. I sighed and shifted my color back to the team’s forest green, “Yay football.” I muttered sarcastically, ignoring the next wave of whispers and stares that followed my change. I’d long since gotten over my misfortune of power. Figures that an electromagnetic surge would hit the one time I was playing a kids game, granting me and several other thousand people the “gifts” of our game characters. Do you know how wicked some of these people’s power’s were? Most of them were changing the weather to avoid natural disasters, telekinetically rescuing people from fires, leaping tall buildings in a single bound. . .you know, superhero shit. Now in all fairness, I was hiding a secret. I hadn’t just been playing a kid’s game that auspicious Friday, I’d been modding and redeveloping it. Including my player. In fact when the surge hit, I’d been typing code in specifically to mod my player. You’d think that’d left me with a glitch or two, but nope, it left me with an unfinished code and a blinking cursor. When faced with the actual reality of becoming all-powerful, one tends to freeze up a little. Sure, I could code the crap out of myself and run this world from here until probably the end of time.....but was it ethical? Moral? And the question that bothered me most, what then? I’d had a couple of months to have an existential crisis and hadn’t been able to get past what happens next. The other players had showed me what a little power could do to a person. On the news you heard the amazing stories of the “PC Heroes” and how our world needed something extraordinary to survive. The chat rooms told a different story. Forums had popped up all over of PCs struggling with controlling their abilities, getting addicted, depressed, and some suicidal. After reading a post from a 15-year old my fantasies fell cold in their tracks, “I feel numb, like humming electric wire I have one purpose and it is my power. When I use it I lose myself and when I don’t I think of nothing else. I’ve lost my love, my pain, my anger. I’ve lost. I’m lost.” That was the last post she made. Two months ago. But was it selfish to not do it? Was it worth losing myself if I could save the lives of others? The thought had me frozen in indecision for months. “Mai,” my friend shook me, “Game’s over, let’s blow this popsicle stand.” She gestured towards the line shuffling towards the exit. Everything started happening in slow motion as the ground began shaking, and a crack in the stadium opened up below Raya. Screams rang out from every direction, but Raya’s sounded right in my ear as I reached out to grab her. “Raya!” I cried out, grasping her forearm in mine as she dropped into the hole. “Don’t let go, don’t let go, Mai, please, I love you, don’t let go” Raya sobbed over and over, fingers digging into my arm. The ground still shook beneath me, crack deepening, I reached another hand down holding her tightly. Tears streamed from my eyes as I struggled to hold her, I had to pull her up. “Help! Help! We need help!” I yelled looking around for anyone. There were others helping pull up victims who had fallen also, people still running for the exits screaming, chaos. “I’ve got you! Hold on!” A man ran over to my left and laid a hand on my shoulder has he reached down to grab Raya. “Pull!” He yelled. I strained my burning muscles as far as they could go, we grunted as we pulled her backward, sliding out of the crack and falling back into the stadium seats. “We’ve got to go,” I shouted grabbing Raya, still heaving on the ground. The man nodded and stumbled with us through the crowd to the exit. The shaking had ceased but we still moved quickly to the main level, getting as far as possible from the near death Raya had nearly faced an the real death for many others. As we reached the parking lot and the leave that awaiting I pulled away from Raya, already nearly jogging back towards the stadium. “Go home,” I said to her, “There’s something I need to do.” I had some coding to do.	The ballad of God Gonk Droid If I am being honest I don’t know why me and my girlfriend were playing a modded Lego Star Wars. It was a cold morning, as it often is in December. We had just got back from our first Christmas where both our parents were there. To say the least our parents got a bit drunk and tried to force a proposal it was all a little... ok very awkward. So anyway we both agreed that we should play our favourite childhood game, Lego Star Wars. My gf chose her character, Ghost Yoda, the coward. I know the other hand decided on a much more deadly character, feared across the galaxy, the Gonk droid. We messed around on the Death Star level for a while. When the Xbox exploded, I thought it was because it was old, turns out every console exploded. This is when things get weird, as my gf before my eyes became translucent and shrank. She screamed pointing at me as o felt my body expand until I felt nothing. I tried to speak but only beeps were audible. Over the next few months it became apparent that this had happened globally. All over the globe people took on the traits of the characters they had played most recently. All around the globe people had the augmented strength of Master Chief, the stealth skills of Altair and a very few lucky people had managed to have a Super Star whilst playing Mario. They became Gods. All my friends had been luckier than me or so they thought, Brandon had inherited Batman’s years of training. Sarah was playing minecraft and could move the world around her. Eventually people started to go mad with power as they always do. When the major gaming companies attempted to sue those that were violating their IP. Some power crazed individuals committed a massacre. My Susan bless her tried to help me. However she couldn’t pick anything up. So eventually my power ran out and I could no longer move. I was trapped in a metal coffin that eventually became a coffee table. Eventually someone plugged me in. I became aware of a simple fact. We had been playing a modded version of Lego Star Wars. Not only had all the cheats been on but I had given the Gonk droid Force powers, I could jump skyscrapers and I was able to run at 100mph. Unfortunately I’m not a good person. A year of being trapped inside myself had made something snap. I became feared across the world. When I entered a building screaming began. Nothing could stop me. I had become into a God. Not even the Super Stars could stop me.
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	Jeeeeeesus, check out that pathetic 'Mario' on the other side of the road. Running, jumping, and 'Wa-hoooo-ing' like a madman as he makes his way down the street... what an amateur. I don't mean to brag, it's just that I kinda lucked out when the super power lottery was being handed out. By my count there are a couple hundred of us who received our powers from the last video game we'd all played, but I was a bit of a hobbyist modder, and as a result, my game character was a tad... overpowered at the time I was granted all his powers. God mode, all weapons, unlimited ammo and many more. You name it, I probably had the power in my arsenal. I'm a bit of a bounty hunter in this new world full of video game powered heroes. People call me when one of my brethren get out of hand and the cops can't do jack shit to stop them. Right now I'm on a call to detain an 'incredibly annoying blue hedgehog', which I'm not exactly looking forward to, but a gig is a gig. The warehouse he'd been spotted at is just around this next corner and then I'll-- Oh crap... there's that Knight Solaire wannabe walking right towards me, and it's too late to change direction. Don't make eye contact, don't make eye contact... "Praise the sun, good sir!" I bellowed, trying my best to stay on his good side. "Fuck off," his muffled, echoing voice muttered as he passed by me without breaking his stride. That was about par for the course for how those interactions typically went for me. In fairness, the folks playing Dark Souls at the time of the event kind of got the short end of the stick. Their 'powers' include being incredibly somber and moody, invulnerability for a split second while rolling, and the 'gift' of being transformed into an undead husk of a human being when they die. I was there the first time one of them found a bonfire on the beach, but when they realized couldn't kindle it or restore their humanity no matter how hard they tried, they were extremely pissed. I guess if I were cursed to live for eternity as a grotesque creature that looked like a raisin that had been left out in the sun 200 years, I might be a little pissed as well. As I entered the warehouse, my worst fears were confirmed. A blue blur shot past me, shouting about how 'rad' he was, and knocking me over in the process. A life sized Sonic the Hedgehog reject stood over me wagging a finger at me as a grin crossed his distressingly human face. To be clear, you don't HAVE to dress up like the character you received your powers from, this goober just apparently really wanted to dress up as Sonic. And let me tell ya, you think the CGI movie Sonic was an atrocity? Imagine the horrors I'm seeing as this middle aged, obese man sprints around the warehouse completely nude aside from oodles of blue fur poorly glued to his body. The fur did not leave enough to the imagination, gonna need some serious eye bleach after this is over, that's all I'm saying. "You're too late, I'm outta here pal! Gotta go fast!" he shouted as he 'wound up' his legs and was off like a shot. "Okay," I shrugged, as I suddenly moved at light speed and caught up with him in an instant. "Goddamn speed hacker!" he shouted back at me as he took a hard turn to try and throw me off. Growing tired of chasing him, I surveyed my bevy of hundreds of fully loaded weapons, selected a concussion grenade launcher, aimed, fired and... missed him by a mile. Yeah, no aimbots for me... even I had to draw the line somewhere, I do have my personal moral code to follow, but sadly that code was coming back to bite me at the moment. As I missed, 'Sonic' slipped through the door, slamming it shut and locking it up tight behind him. "You're tooooo slow, dude!" he taunted me poorly through the window. Thoroughly annoyed at him by this point, I activated the last of my major powers, slipped through the wall, and tackled the blue freak to the ground without warning. "What the heck?!" he protested. "No clip," I growled into his ear as I tied up his hands and feet. One more degenerate off the streets, but I can't help feeling there had to be far worse 'heroes' and 'villains' out there. I mean, odds are that somebody had to have been playing Mortal Kombat just before the powers got handed out, didn't they? ___ Feel free to check out r/Ryter if you'd like to explore more of my stories (Dudes covered in blue hedgehog hair may be denied entry, but otherwise, all are welcome!)	The ballad of God Gonk Droid If I am being honest I don’t know why me and my girlfriend were playing a modded Lego Star Wars. It was a cold morning, as it often is in December. We had just got back from our first Christmas where both our parents were there. To say the least our parents got a bit drunk and tried to force a proposal it was all a little... ok very awkward. So anyway we both agreed that we should play our favourite childhood game, Lego Star Wars. My gf chose her character, Ghost Yoda, the coward. I know the other hand decided on a much more deadly character, feared across the galaxy, the Gonk droid. We messed around on the Death Star level for a while. When the Xbox exploded, I thought it was because it was old, turns out every console exploded. This is when things get weird, as my gf before my eyes became translucent and shrank. She screamed pointing at me as o felt my body expand until I felt nothing. I tried to speak but only beeps were audible. Over the next few months it became apparent that this had happened globally. All over the globe people took on the traits of the characters they had played most recently. All around the globe people had the augmented strength of Master Chief, the stealth skills of Altair and a very few lucky people had managed to have a Super Star whilst playing Mario. They became Gods. All my friends had been luckier than me or so they thought, Brandon had inherited Batman’s years of training. Sarah was playing minecraft and could move the world around her. Eventually people started to go mad with power as they always do. When the major gaming companies attempted to sue those that were violating their IP. Some power crazed individuals committed a massacre. My Susan bless her tried to help me. However she couldn’t pick anything up. So eventually my power ran out and I could no longer move. I was trapped in a metal coffin that eventually became a coffee table. Eventually someone plugged me in. I became aware of a simple fact. We had been playing a modded version of Lego Star Wars. Not only had all the cheats been on but I had given the Gonk droid Force powers, I could jump skyscrapers and I was able to run at 100mph. Unfortunately I’m not a good person. A year of being trapped inside myself had made something snap. I became feared across the world. When I entered a building screaming began. Nothing could stop me. I had become into a God. Not even the Super Stars could stop me.
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	Some people became near gods. Flying, running at the speed of light. Some people could shoot elecricity from their fingertips. The news went from boring politics one day, to men and women crackling with electric energy fighting in the streets. After the dust settled, and the really bad guys guys were dead, and the good guys were banding together into teams. no one even knew I had powers... the day it happened, when everything went nuts. When the electric storm raged through the world, and my eighbor got the ability to leap over tall buildings in a single bound, I just sat there. I just stood there with a strange new tool in my hand. I kept it hidden. It was in the back of my closet, wrapped in old towels. I knew that if people saw it. They'd know what my true powers were. Everyone thinks that my powers a simple superstrength. That i can just punch things and they break. I laugh and tell them I was playing dig dug. People laugh about my powers. There are so many better ones, people say. I just chuckle along, with a self depriciating way. It's best for them not to know about what's in my closet. If they knew about the diamond pickaxe, and that i was in creative mode when i was using it. They'd be very very scared.	Mother trucking skyrim. You'd think the character would be awesome in real life, right? Now imagine this: Brand new game, no shouts, no useful items, level three with shite armor and a weapon to match. But wait, I implore you, it gets worse, because time is frozen for me. I had the developer console open on one screen, and the commands list open on another. And then suddenly my vision was hazed by a gray screen, and I couldn't read the command list. Or move my hands. My hands... actually *touching* the keys of the keyboard, could not move. The cursor blinked. How was I supposed to type without a keyboard? Without any sort of input system at all? There is no answer, for you cannot. No tilda key, no 'closemenu console', no nothing. I'm stuck, and will be forever, because I was getting ready to cheat. Karma comes to all? It'll be a very boring lesson to learn for the next eternity; or until life goes back to normal. I can hope.
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	No one knew how a virus could spread like it did, ignoring firewalls and anti-virus programs. Scientists were furious that someone had apparently figured out how to make hacking in NCIS, Bones, CSI, and other forensic dramas into reality. Everyone who was affected, though, was thrilled, because the day the virus spread through the internet was the day that death no longer became permanent. Everyone respawned, though some faster than others. It was the day that superheroes were born. Or, rather, they liked to think of themselves as superheroes. Some people call them trolls...others call them mingebags. Really, they were just the stereotypical movie depiction of a jock or a Chad, except they were now powerful enough to really force their will on other people and get away with it. Some people had been playing sports games, and so the sports industry had quadrupled in size. Being able to perform the exact same super-powered kick every time was quite an advantage in football, for instance. However, most people I knew of with powers basically turned into super-soldiers overnight. Being able to run as fast as a car, jump higher than they were tall, and, most importantly, never run out of bullets, they patrolled the cities in gangs, shooting anyone who didn't give them the godly praise they craved. Other people had been playing fantasy games, and so were able to fight with magic or shouts. Others had been playing different kinds of shooters, and so had the occasional extra ability, like a double jump or grappling hook. Some people were literal superheroes, like Spider-Man, but these weren't nearly as common. The MMORPGers should have been a major threat to the trolls, but even in real life, they spent most of their time doing quests and fighting raids against other MMORPGs. World of Warcraft staged a huge war against Final Fantasy XIV and Final Fantasy XI while Star Trek Online and EVE Online fought gigantic space battles. Warframe players were some of the most powerful individuals, but as to be expected, spent most of their time gathering thousands of resources for a single new weapon that they only used for a short time before beginning the grind again. No one talked about the Diablo and Path of Exile players, who were almost as depressing as the Dark Souls players. All of them should have been overjoyed at the sheer amount of abilities that they had suddenly gained, but they thought the world was full of death and pain and suffering, and spent the majority of their time trudging through the streets in silence or waiting in therapists' offices. As could have been expected, many thousands were playing Minecraft. While they weren't quite as powerful as some, when they appeared, they did so in great numbers. They could demolish and rebuild a city in a single night, carry nearly 50,000 metric tons of materials, and, most importantly, punch trees into oblivion. Unfortunately, they often spent their time punching each other into oblivion or building houses out of dirt. For some reason, having the ability to build almost anything tended to lead people to do the same five things over and over again. All of my friends had gotten into into Fortnight and Apex Legends. I'd never had any interest in either, having spent most of my time playing simulation games or sandbox games. I enjoyed building things and being creative. I didn't like competition or shooters, and lost 20-to-1 every time I tried to play them. After the virus, though, I began to change. People said my powers were stupid because of what other people did with them. People said that I was a kid for enjoying playing by myself. People said I was pathetic and boring. People thought I was nothing compared to their infinite bullets or giant space ships, or space ninja powers. But I would show them. For while I had been playing Minecraft like many other people, I had also been playing with mods. One particular mod in particular, which was particularly interesting. One full of intrigue and secrets, one that allowed me to play with the very building blocks of matter and energy...through magic and science. One that had the potential to outshine everyone else. One that had the power to pull that which should have been unknowable into reality. One that would bring me to the deepest, darkest recesses of the universe. One that would allow me to see things that should have been unseen... ... ... ... For I had been playing Thaumcraft. ... ... ... ... ...I ͞w̵o̸u͟ld sho͡w th҉em.̀ Ḭ̰͔̥̱̳̗̊̿͆̅ͫ ͚̜͉̬̯̼́̾̓̃̏̏̈́̕w̢̦͓͖̣̺̰ͭ̌͐ͩͨ̾̔ȍ̴͔̪̻̻̯͓̟̇̃u̙̗̪ͪ̈́̊l͎͙͚̩̫ͥd҉͙̬͔̱̠ ̠̘̲̼̖̒ͭͫs̉̀̏̃h̨̠̯̼͍̠̦̅̒̔ͣo͈̬̼ͥ͂́͒̈́ͪw̜̫̘̿ͮ͠ tͯ̌̒ͯ͐̚҉͙͕̰̲̜̲͕̲͟h͍̜̬͖̼̩̟͖͆͑̐̔̎͗͒͜e̷̝̘̺̹̟̳͇̳ͯͫ́̉͊͌̕͜m̫̗̟̯̺̲̰̘̊̆̽͋ͭ̚ ą̢͉̬̥͕̗͍̣̜̐ͧ̔ͣ̈̒̈͗ͭ̀͘͠l̞̤̱̗̩̤͕͉̱̠͖̝̙͍̺̜̟ͪ̓ͨͭ͢͡l̾̔̇̽͑̆͂͒̆ͫ̏̎ͩ͐҉̢͔̝̮͚͈͖̝̲́.	Mother trucking skyrim. You'd think the character would be awesome in real life, right? Now imagine this: Brand new game, no shouts, no useful items, level three with shite armor and a weapon to match. But wait, I implore you, it gets worse, because time is frozen for me. I had the developer console open on one screen, and the commands list open on another. And then suddenly my vision was hazed by a gray screen, and I couldn't read the command list. Or move my hands. My hands... actually *touching* the keys of the keyboard, could not move. The cursor blinked. How was I supposed to type without a keyboard? Without any sort of input system at all? There is no answer, for you cannot. No tilda key, no 'closemenu console', no nothing. I'm stuck, and will be forever, because I was getting ready to cheat. Karma comes to all? It'll be a very boring lesson to learn for the next eternity; or until life goes back to normal. I can hope.
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	(Aight my first WP attempt so be kinda easy on me?) I’m walking through the halls to my next class, getting the usual snicker here and there from my fellow classmates. “What a loser!” and “I can’t believe it!” Are the usual comments I hear from everyone. They all assume I had gotten some weak ass power, and that is hair manipulation, all because I simply couldn’t just pick one hair style for my character. You see, the thing is with this whole “Super power” phenomena is that the power you inherit is solely based on the last character you played in a video game, and I’m heavy on the ones that give you the option for a big selection of different options for every aspect of the body, and I never kept just one hair style throughout the entire game. So every now and then my hair would just randomly switch to another style, one minute I’m bald the next I’m looking like Jonathon Joestar. But the thing is that’s uhh... not exactly all I can do, it’s just what I show, because if I were to show to the real world what I could do? No one I know would be safe, not my family, not my friends, hell not even my girlfriend... With the character modifications I usually like to give them some whacky or overpowered trait depending on the game, and what I chose this time, while playing the game was a fantastic idea, but now in the real world? Not so much, I had chosen time manipulation. Now I know what you’re thinking “How in the hell could that put people in danger?” And I’m getting to that part, the thing that’s special about how my time manipulation works is it’s all based on my blood. What I take a small sharp object, make a nice cut along my palm, it starts glowing like some hocus pocus shit and I can fast forward time, reverse it, or outright stop it. That’s why I can’t ever tell anyone, not one single soul.	Mother trucking skyrim. You'd think the character would be awesome in real life, right? Now imagine this: Brand new game, no shouts, no useful items, level three with shite armor and a weapon to match. But wait, I implore you, it gets worse, because time is frozen for me. I had the developer console open on one screen, and the commands list open on another. And then suddenly my vision was hazed by a gray screen, and I couldn't read the command list. Or move my hands. My hands... actually *touching* the keys of the keyboard, could not move. The cursor blinked. How was I supposed to type without a keyboard? Without any sort of input system at all? There is no answer, for you cannot. No tilda key, no 'closemenu console', no nothing. I'm stuck, and will be forever, because I was getting ready to cheat. Karma comes to all? It'll be a very boring lesson to learn for the next eternity; or until life goes back to normal. I can hope.
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	“GO GREEN!!” My neighbor screeched at the field. I leaned to my friend Raya, “Is this entirely necessary? We could be doing something more fun. Like literally anything. Anything is more fun than this.” I looked at the field disdainfully. “Seriously Maize? This is like the one time your power is totally on point!” My glare hardened at her as I shifted back to normal. “Aw, come on Mai, we’re in the last quarter!” Whispers fluttered all around me, “Dude, did she just —“ “Holy shit did you see —“ “Dad that lady was GREEN —“. I sighed and shifted my color back to the team’s forest green, “Yay football.” I muttered sarcastically, ignoring the next wave of whispers and stares that followed my change. I’d long since gotten over my misfortune of power. Figures that an electromagnetic surge would hit the one time I was playing a kids game, granting me and several other thousand people the “gifts” of our game characters. Do you know how wicked some of these people’s power’s were? Most of them were changing the weather to avoid natural disasters, telekinetically rescuing people from fires, leaping tall buildings in a single bound. . .you know, superhero shit. Now in all fairness, I was hiding a secret. I hadn’t just been playing a kid’s game that auspicious Friday, I’d been modding and redeveloping it. Including my player. In fact when the surge hit, I’d been typing code in specifically to mod my player. You’d think that’d left me with a glitch or two, but nope, it left me with an unfinished code and a blinking cursor. When faced with the actual reality of becoming all-powerful, one tends to freeze up a little. Sure, I could code the crap out of myself and run this world from here until probably the end of time.....but was it ethical? Moral? And the question that bothered me most, what then? I’d had a couple of months to have an existential crisis and hadn’t been able to get past what happens next. The other players had showed me what a little power could do to a person. On the news you heard the amazing stories of the “PC Heroes” and how our world needed something extraordinary to survive. The chat rooms told a different story. Forums had popped up all over of PCs struggling with controlling their abilities, getting addicted, depressed, and some suicidal. After reading a post from a 15-year old my fantasies fell cold in their tracks, “I feel numb, like humming electric wire I have one purpose and it is my power. When I use it I lose myself and when I don’t I think of nothing else. I’ve lost my love, my pain, my anger. I’ve lost. I’m lost.” That was the last post she made. Two months ago. But was it selfish to not do it? Was it worth losing myself if I could save the lives of others? The thought had me frozen in indecision for months. “Mai,” my friend shook me, “Game’s over, let’s blow this popsicle stand.” She gestured towards the line shuffling towards the exit. Everything started happening in slow motion as the ground began shaking, and a crack in the stadium opened up below Raya. Screams rang out from every direction, but Raya’s sounded right in my ear as I reached out to grab her. “Raya!” I cried out, grasping her forearm in mine as she dropped into the hole. “Don’t let go, don’t let go, Mai, please, I love you, don’t let go” Raya sobbed over and over, fingers digging into my arm. The ground still shook beneath me, crack deepening, I reached another hand down holding her tightly. Tears streamed from my eyes as I struggled to hold her, I had to pull her up. “Help! Help! We need help!” I yelled looking around for anyone. There were others helping pull up victims who had fallen also, people still running for the exits screaming, chaos. “I’ve got you! Hold on!” A man ran over to my left and laid a hand on my shoulder has he reached down to grab Raya. “Pull!” He yelled. I strained my burning muscles as far as they could go, we grunted as we pulled her backward, sliding out of the crack and falling back into the stadium seats. “We’ve got to go,” I shouted grabbing Raya, still heaving on the ground. The man nodded and stumbled with us through the crowd to the exit. The shaking had ceased but we still moved quickly to the main level, getting as far as possible from the near death Raya had nearly faced an the real death for many others. As we reached the parking lot and the leave that awaiting I pulled away from Raya, already nearly jogging back towards the stadium. “Go home,” I said to her, “There’s something I need to do.” I had some coding to do.	Mother trucking skyrim. You'd think the character would be awesome in real life, right? Now imagine this: Brand new game, no shouts, no useful items, level three with shite armor and a weapon to match. But wait, I implore you, it gets worse, because time is frozen for me. I had the developer console open on one screen, and the commands list open on another. And then suddenly my vision was hazed by a gray screen, and I couldn't read the command list. Or move my hands. My hands... actually *touching* the keys of the keyboard, could not move. The cursor blinked. How was I supposed to type without a keyboard? Without any sort of input system at all? There is no answer, for you cannot. No tilda key, no 'closemenu console', no nothing. I'm stuck, and will be forever, because I was getting ready to cheat. Karma comes to all? It'll be a very boring lesson to learn for the next eternity; or until life goes back to normal. I can hope.
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	Jeeeeeesus, check out that pathetic 'Mario' on the other side of the road. Running, jumping, and 'Wa-hoooo-ing' like a madman as he makes his way down the street... what an amateur. I don't mean to brag, it's just that I kinda lucked out when the super power lottery was being handed out. By my count there are a couple hundred of us who received our powers from the last video game we'd all played, but I was a bit of a hobbyist modder, and as a result, my game character was a tad... overpowered at the time I was granted all his powers. God mode, all weapons, unlimited ammo and many more. You name it, I probably had the power in my arsenal. I'm a bit of a bounty hunter in this new world full of video game powered heroes. People call me when one of my brethren get out of hand and the cops can't do jack shit to stop them. Right now I'm on a call to detain an 'incredibly annoying blue hedgehog', which I'm not exactly looking forward to, but a gig is a gig. The warehouse he'd been spotted at is just around this next corner and then I'll-- Oh crap... there's that Knight Solaire wannabe walking right towards me, and it's too late to change direction. Don't make eye contact, don't make eye contact... "Praise the sun, good sir!" I bellowed, trying my best to stay on his good side. "Fuck off," his muffled, echoing voice muttered as he passed by me without breaking his stride. That was about par for the course for how those interactions typically went for me. In fairness, the folks playing Dark Souls at the time of the event kind of got the short end of the stick. Their 'powers' include being incredibly somber and moody, invulnerability for a split second while rolling, and the 'gift' of being transformed into an undead husk of a human being when they die. I was there the first time one of them found a bonfire on the beach, but when they realized couldn't kindle it or restore their humanity no matter how hard they tried, they were extremely pissed. I guess if I were cursed to live for eternity as a grotesque creature that looked like a raisin that had been left out in the sun 200 years, I might be a little pissed as well. As I entered the warehouse, my worst fears were confirmed. A blue blur shot past me, shouting about how 'rad' he was, and knocking me over in the process. A life sized Sonic the Hedgehog reject stood over me wagging a finger at me as a grin crossed his distressingly human face. To be clear, you don't HAVE to dress up like the character you received your powers from, this goober just apparently really wanted to dress up as Sonic. And let me tell ya, you think the CGI movie Sonic was an atrocity? Imagine the horrors I'm seeing as this middle aged, obese man sprints around the warehouse completely nude aside from oodles of blue fur poorly glued to his body. The fur did not leave enough to the imagination, gonna need some serious eye bleach after this is over, that's all I'm saying. "You're too late, I'm outta here pal! Gotta go fast!" he shouted as he 'wound up' his legs and was off like a shot. "Okay," I shrugged, as I suddenly moved at light speed and caught up with him in an instant. "Goddamn speed hacker!" he shouted back at me as he took a hard turn to try and throw me off. Growing tired of chasing him, I surveyed my bevy of hundreds of fully loaded weapons, selected a concussion grenade launcher, aimed, fired and... missed him by a mile. Yeah, no aimbots for me... even I had to draw the line somewhere, I do have my personal moral code to follow, but sadly that code was coming back to bite me at the moment. As I missed, 'Sonic' slipped through the door, slamming it shut and locking it up tight behind him. "You're tooooo slow, dude!" he taunted me poorly through the window. Thoroughly annoyed at him by this point, I activated the last of my major powers, slipped through the wall, and tackled the blue freak to the ground without warning. "What the heck?!" he protested. "No clip," I growled into his ear as I tied up his hands and feet. One more degenerate off the streets, but I can't help feeling there had to be far worse 'heroes' and 'villains' out there. I mean, odds are that somebody had to have been playing Mortal Kombat just before the powers got handed out, didn't they? ___ Feel free to check out r/Ryter if you'd like to explore more of my stories (Dudes covered in blue hedgehog hair may be denied entry, but otherwise, all are welcome!)	Mother trucking skyrim. You'd think the character would be awesome in real life, right? Now imagine this: Brand new game, no shouts, no useful items, level three with shite armor and a weapon to match. But wait, I implore you, it gets worse, because time is frozen for me. I had the developer console open on one screen, and the commands list open on another. And then suddenly my vision was hazed by a gray screen, and I couldn't read the command list. Or move my hands. My hands... actually *touching* the keys of the keyboard, could not move. The cursor blinked. How was I supposed to type without a keyboard? Without any sort of input system at all? There is no answer, for you cannot. No tilda key, no 'closemenu console', no nothing. I'm stuck, and will be forever, because I was getting ready to cheat. Karma comes to all? It'll be a very boring lesson to learn for the next eternity; or until life goes back to normal. I can hope.
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	"You cant even fight what even is your power?" - Sven, an old friend now chairman of the hunter superorganisation and Doom slayer incarnation Johnsons corpse was still fresh I couldnt keep my eyes away from it. Just as I turned around the demon lunged at me and tore of my arm "Im gonna die here, im gonna die for re-" Everything was black... just black " Is it possible?... " " there you are " 24 hours before my death -6 am in the CHA- "Alright hunters, as you already know a major hell outbreak happend in 016.49" "7 teams will head out to bring 016- back to the family friendly place it was, its a C rated outbreak so that means all C ranked hunters to the west gate!" I hope someone will chose me, a leader maybe even a potential friend, I never was a good hunter I dont remember the game I played just that I woke up with no powers but exquisite weapon handling. Well weapons against demons never really did much but C rank demons can be killed by silver bullets easily, making me number 12 of the C Rank . Johnson, incarnation of the major hero tracer, who could move as fast as time came up to me "hey newbie, I heard from you kill of the B rank monster last week, wanna join my team" It wasnt the best team to join but sure a fun one, maybe I could permanently join them. Lets see. 8 hours before my death It seems that the outbreak spread into 017 and 015 the whole B rank got involved too 4 hours before my death We lost franklynn she died to a krow, a scary fusion of demon and crow ripping people apart in supersonic speed rank A. The situation is worse than we thought, much worse. It seems that the level keep increasing the HO has send an S rank to close the gate early, we havent heard of him yet. Appearently even an SS rank is on its way. 1 hour. A giant firestorm has broken out, entire team A and B has been wiped out, a lot of C ranks have managed to get away, our team is too far we cant go back now. 0 I felt the demons teeth ripping of my arm, i felt them inside of me, i felt everything at once. At least everything is over now. " *is it possible?* " Was that... a voice? Was that god? What was that? " *there you are* " Color flooded my sight, it seemed that the firestorm was over snow. Snow everywhere and a little floating device infront of me " *guardian... guardian? Eyes up guardian!* " How can i be alive? " *im a Ghost. Actually i'm your Ghost. And you... well you've been dead a long time.* " How long? " *in your time? About 12 years* " What are you? " *as i just told you, im a Ghost the traveler, sort of the machine that created me has send me, appearently even into another universe, its just me and you.* " It seemd that the demon gate has took over the whole 0. District and the demons are fighting against S ranks on the front since 12 years ive been dead I wonder how far we have come A weird looking stray demon appeared, we both scared to death, well again for me actually " *reach inside of you, deep down you will see a light, grasp it, use it* " My revolver, still in my hand exploded in fire, remodelled it burned as bright as the sun, not hurting me but making me feel powerfull, powerfull eneough to take on the world	Well, i can´t blame them that they laugh at me. I mean, who wouldn´t? A normal man who don´t seem to have any Power except that he is followed at every time by some elvish figures....but, let me start from the beginning, to be precise, the 6th of july. &#x200B; It was a normal day, maybe a little warmer, but nonetheless a normal day. Well, it was normal until the Clock hit midnight. I don´t know what happend or why it has happend, but i knew what i have doing at this time....I was playing Warcraft 3 The Frozen throne. yeah, i know a really old game but, i like it. It´s one of my Favorites. And because i was bored and curious, i tested a few Cheat codes...and with a few i mean any code that i could find. But, back to the Story. So, there was i, playing warcraft at midnight and then it happend. I blacked out and woke up in the morning around 9. I thought i just fell to sleep while playing, so i didn´t think much about it. To be honest i didn´t find out that anything happend until i left my house to go to the supermarket and nearly ran into 3 Floating lights, standing in front of my Door. Like every other Human being who looks at 3 ominous lights in front of their house i totally freaked out and walked backwards back into my house and locked the door. The Next three hours i sat at my window and looked at the 3 lights before my house. They didn´t seemed that they want to break in, but neither they looked like they would go away. When it was around 12 o´clock i wanted to call the police, and yes i know that i should have called them earlier, a friend of mine called me, said to me that i should turn on the news. When i turned them on, i saw my friend. Winking at a camera with his mobile, while he deflects bullets with a sword in his right hand. This was the moment when i realized that i didn´t fall a sleep last night, that the ghostly lights outside of my house aren´t there too hurt me and that my friend just turned into the thing every gamer hates, an Yasou. The Next few weeks were funny. Every other day, there was a great fight who was filmed by news teams and by a few streamer. Chaos was the new order in this time, the police and army were outmatched by single persons and the Gouvernement changed nearly daily due to megalomaniac or bored people. But, this times ended some day. A new, strong Gouvernement was formed, ruled by a triumvirat. Most of the "Evil Players" are in Prison and the rest use their powers to help others and for daily uses. Now, you may be asking what have i done? Ohh, like i said it was funny. In states like Texas, Nevada and Tennessee their were nearly no people, who got powers because everyone went to a big, famous city like new York or washington...Well most people, but not all. I moved from California to Tennessee so that i could to, what i wanted. And what i wanted, was what i got. And that, was a Kingdom. A Kingdom, that now consist of 15 states in the South-east of the former United States of America, Middle America and the North half ot south America. And now, you may ask why everybody laugh at my. The answer is easy....Nobody knows that i am the King of one of the biggest Kingdom in the Worlds. A King with all the money he needs, absolute immunity for him and his troops and one who can build anything that he wants in seconds. They all think i am just a no body with the Ability to summon Elves. And for me, this is fine, because else it would be really, really boring. (I apologies for all grammar and spelling errors in this Text.)
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	Some people became near gods. Flying, running at the speed of light. Some people could shoot elecricity from their fingertips. The news went from boring politics one day, to men and women crackling with electric energy fighting in the streets. After the dust settled, and the really bad guys guys were dead, and the good guys were banding together into teams. no one even knew I had powers... the day it happened, when everything went nuts. When the electric storm raged through the world, and my eighbor got the ability to leap over tall buildings in a single bound, I just sat there. I just stood there with a strange new tool in my hand. I kept it hidden. It was in the back of my closet, wrapped in old towels. I knew that if people saw it. They'd know what my true powers were. Everyone thinks that my powers a simple superstrength. That i can just punch things and they break. I laugh and tell them I was playing dig dug. People laugh about my powers. There are so many better ones, people say. I just chuckle along, with a self depriciating way. It's best for them not to know about what's in my closet. If they knew about the diamond pickaxe, and that i was in creative mode when i was using it. They'd be very very scared.	Well, i can´t blame them that they laugh at me. I mean, who wouldn´t? A normal man who don´t seem to have any Power except that he is followed at every time by some elvish figures....but, let me start from the beginning, to be precise, the 6th of july. &#x200B; It was a normal day, maybe a little warmer, but nonetheless a normal day. Well, it was normal until the Clock hit midnight. I don´t know what happend or why it has happend, but i knew what i have doing at this time....I was playing Warcraft 3 The Frozen throne. yeah, i know a really old game but, i like it. It´s one of my Favorites. And because i was bored and curious, i tested a few Cheat codes...and with a few i mean any code that i could find. But, back to the Story. So, there was i, playing warcraft at midnight and then it happend. I blacked out and woke up in the morning around 9. I thought i just fell to sleep while playing, so i didn´t think much about it. To be honest i didn´t find out that anything happend until i left my house to go to the supermarket and nearly ran into 3 Floating lights, standing in front of my Door. Like every other Human being who looks at 3 ominous lights in front of their house i totally freaked out and walked backwards back into my house and locked the door. The Next three hours i sat at my window and looked at the 3 lights before my house. They didn´t seemed that they want to break in, but neither they looked like they would go away. When it was around 12 o´clock i wanted to call the police, and yes i know that i should have called them earlier, a friend of mine called me, said to me that i should turn on the news. When i turned them on, i saw my friend. Winking at a camera with his mobile, while he deflects bullets with a sword in his right hand. This was the moment when i realized that i didn´t fall a sleep last night, that the ghostly lights outside of my house aren´t there too hurt me and that my friend just turned into the thing every gamer hates, an Yasou. The Next few weeks were funny. Every other day, there was a great fight who was filmed by news teams and by a few streamer. Chaos was the new order in this time, the police and army were outmatched by single persons and the Gouvernement changed nearly daily due to megalomaniac or bored people. But, this times ended some day. A new, strong Gouvernement was formed, ruled by a triumvirat. Most of the "Evil Players" are in Prison and the rest use their powers to help others and for daily uses. Now, you may be asking what have i done? Ohh, like i said it was funny. In states like Texas, Nevada and Tennessee their were nearly no people, who got powers because everyone went to a big, famous city like new York or washington...Well most people, but not all. I moved from California to Tennessee so that i could to, what i wanted. And what i wanted, was what i got. And that, was a Kingdom. A Kingdom, that now consist of 15 states in the South-east of the former United States of America, Middle America and the North half ot south America. And now, you may ask why everybody laugh at my. The answer is easy....Nobody knows that i am the King of one of the biggest Kingdom in the Worlds. A King with all the money he needs, absolute immunity for him and his troops and one who can build anything that he wants in seconds. They all think i am just a no body with the Ability to summon Elves. And for me, this is fine, because else it would be really, really boring. (I apologies for all grammar and spelling errors in this Text.)
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	No one knew how a virus could spread like it did, ignoring firewalls and anti-virus programs. Scientists were furious that someone had apparently figured out how to make hacking in NCIS, Bones, CSI, and other forensic dramas into reality. Everyone who was affected, though, was thrilled, because the day the virus spread through the internet was the day that death no longer became permanent. Everyone respawned, though some faster than others. It was the day that superheroes were born. Or, rather, they liked to think of themselves as superheroes. Some people call them trolls...others call them mingebags. Really, they were just the stereotypical movie depiction of a jock or a Chad, except they were now powerful enough to really force their will on other people and get away with it. Some people had been playing sports games, and so the sports industry had quadrupled in size. Being able to perform the exact same super-powered kick every time was quite an advantage in football, for instance. However, most people I knew of with powers basically turned into super-soldiers overnight. Being able to run as fast as a car, jump higher than they were tall, and, most importantly, never run out of bullets, they patrolled the cities in gangs, shooting anyone who didn't give them the godly praise they craved. Other people had been playing fantasy games, and so were able to fight with magic or shouts. Others had been playing different kinds of shooters, and so had the occasional extra ability, like a double jump or grappling hook. Some people were literal superheroes, like Spider-Man, but these weren't nearly as common. The MMORPGers should have been a major threat to the trolls, but even in real life, they spent most of their time doing quests and fighting raids against other MMORPGs. World of Warcraft staged a huge war against Final Fantasy XIV and Final Fantasy XI while Star Trek Online and EVE Online fought gigantic space battles. Warframe players were some of the most powerful individuals, but as to be expected, spent most of their time gathering thousands of resources for a single new weapon that they only used for a short time before beginning the grind again. No one talked about the Diablo and Path of Exile players, who were almost as depressing as the Dark Souls players. All of them should have been overjoyed at the sheer amount of abilities that they had suddenly gained, but they thought the world was full of death and pain and suffering, and spent the majority of their time trudging through the streets in silence or waiting in therapists' offices. As could have been expected, many thousands were playing Minecraft. While they weren't quite as powerful as some, when they appeared, they did so in great numbers. They could demolish and rebuild a city in a single night, carry nearly 50,000 metric tons of materials, and, most importantly, punch trees into oblivion. Unfortunately, they often spent their time punching each other into oblivion or building houses out of dirt. For some reason, having the ability to build almost anything tended to lead people to do the same five things over and over again. All of my friends had gotten into into Fortnight and Apex Legends. I'd never had any interest in either, having spent most of my time playing simulation games or sandbox games. I enjoyed building things and being creative. I didn't like competition or shooters, and lost 20-to-1 every time I tried to play them. After the virus, though, I began to change. People said my powers were stupid because of what other people did with them. People said that I was a kid for enjoying playing by myself. People said I was pathetic and boring. People thought I was nothing compared to their infinite bullets or giant space ships, or space ninja powers. But I would show them. For while I had been playing Minecraft like many other people, I had also been playing with mods. One particular mod in particular, which was particularly interesting. One full of intrigue and secrets, one that allowed me to play with the very building blocks of matter and energy...through magic and science. One that had the potential to outshine everyone else. One that had the power to pull that which should have been unknowable into reality. One that would bring me to the deepest, darkest recesses of the universe. One that would allow me to see things that should have been unseen... ... ... ... For I had been playing Thaumcraft. ... ... ... ... ...I ͞w̵o̸u͟ld sho͡w th҉em.̀ Ḭ̰͔̥̱̳̗̊̿͆̅ͫ ͚̜͉̬̯̼́̾̓̃̏̏̈́̕w̢̦͓͖̣̺̰ͭ̌͐ͩͨ̾̔ȍ̴͔̪̻̻̯͓̟̇̃u̙̗̪ͪ̈́̊l͎͙͚̩̫ͥd҉͙̬͔̱̠ ̠̘̲̼̖̒ͭͫs̉̀̏̃h̨̠̯̼͍̠̦̅̒̔ͣo͈̬̼ͥ͂́͒̈́ͪw̜̫̘̿ͮ͠ tͯ̌̒ͯ͐̚҉͙͕̰̲̜̲͕̲͟h͍̜̬͖̼̩̟͖͆͑̐̔̎͗͒͜e̷̝̘̺̹̟̳͇̳ͯͫ́̉͊͌̕͜m̫̗̟̯̺̲̰̘̊̆̽͋ͭ̚ ą̢͉̬̥͕̗͍̣̜̐ͧ̔ͣ̈̒̈͗ͭ̀͘͠l̞̤̱̗̩̤͕͉̱̠͖̝̙͍̺̜̟ͪ̓ͨͭ͢͡l̾̔̇̽͑̆͂͒̆ͫ̏̎ͩ͐҉̢͔̝̮͚͈͖̝̲́.	Well, i can´t blame them that they laugh at me. I mean, who wouldn´t? A normal man who don´t seem to have any Power except that he is followed at every time by some elvish figures....but, let me start from the beginning, to be precise, the 6th of july. &#x200B; It was a normal day, maybe a little warmer, but nonetheless a normal day. Well, it was normal until the Clock hit midnight. I don´t know what happend or why it has happend, but i knew what i have doing at this time....I was playing Warcraft 3 The Frozen throne. yeah, i know a really old game but, i like it. It´s one of my Favorites. And because i was bored and curious, i tested a few Cheat codes...and with a few i mean any code that i could find. But, back to the Story. So, there was i, playing warcraft at midnight and then it happend. I blacked out and woke up in the morning around 9. I thought i just fell to sleep while playing, so i didn´t think much about it. To be honest i didn´t find out that anything happend until i left my house to go to the supermarket and nearly ran into 3 Floating lights, standing in front of my Door. Like every other Human being who looks at 3 ominous lights in front of their house i totally freaked out and walked backwards back into my house and locked the door. The Next three hours i sat at my window and looked at the 3 lights before my house. They didn´t seemed that they want to break in, but neither they looked like they would go away. When it was around 12 o´clock i wanted to call the police, and yes i know that i should have called them earlier, a friend of mine called me, said to me that i should turn on the news. When i turned them on, i saw my friend. Winking at a camera with his mobile, while he deflects bullets with a sword in his right hand. This was the moment when i realized that i didn´t fall a sleep last night, that the ghostly lights outside of my house aren´t there too hurt me and that my friend just turned into the thing every gamer hates, an Yasou. The Next few weeks were funny. Every other day, there was a great fight who was filmed by news teams and by a few streamer. Chaos was the new order in this time, the police and army were outmatched by single persons and the Gouvernement changed nearly daily due to megalomaniac or bored people. But, this times ended some day. A new, strong Gouvernement was formed, ruled by a triumvirat. Most of the "Evil Players" are in Prison and the rest use their powers to help others and for daily uses. Now, you may be asking what have i done? Ohh, like i said it was funny. In states like Texas, Nevada and Tennessee their were nearly no people, who got powers because everyone went to a big, famous city like new York or washington...Well most people, but not all. I moved from California to Tennessee so that i could to, what i wanted. And what i wanted, was what i got. And that, was a Kingdom. A Kingdom, that now consist of 15 states in the South-east of the former United States of America, Middle America and the North half ot south America. And now, you may ask why everybody laugh at my. The answer is easy....Nobody knows that i am the King of one of the biggest Kingdom in the Worlds. A King with all the money he needs, absolute immunity for him and his troops and one who can build anything that he wants in seconds. They all think i am just a no body with the Ability to summon Elves. And for me, this is fine, because else it would be really, really boring. (I apologies for all grammar and spelling errors in this Text.)
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	So here’s the sitch: I totally do play video games. And no, I’m not one of those r/notliketheothergirls who insists I’m the only girl who games, or that I should receive all the sexual admiration for it. I’ve dabbled in just about everything - FPS, MMORPG, VR, PC, console, mobile, puzzles, survival, capture/collect, simulator, zombie, satire, first- second- and third-person open-world, linear, racing. Club Penguin. Any genre you name, I’ve probably tried it. Not any game, but any genre. So sue me if I’m partial to pastoral games. As if you never spent hours of your time creating the perfect face or the perfect house or the perfect life for some imaginary person. It’s addicting to be able to control just about every aspect, especially if you tweak the settings and gameplay options so you can reverse any negative unforeseen happenings that would bring chaos to your perfect little world. The thing is, when the Catalyst happened, I wasn’t just playing one game. I actually had two computers - my laptop and my old family desktop - running two different games. I know this sounds silly, but I really wanted to continue the epic saga I’d begun in The Sims 2 when I was in high school, now that I had finally downloaded The Sims 4. I skipped 3 because the drastic change in gameplay had been too much for me at the time. But after watching countless YouTubers take a crack at it, I was finally ready to give it another chance. Just, not without my OG family. Upfront, I don’t mod. I don’t know how, and frankly I’m scared to try. The last time I messed with the source code on anything, I ended up destroying my computer. So, no mods for me. It’s cool for other people to, and I’ll admit I laugh every time cabbages rain from the sky as Thomas the Tank Engine careens toward Solitude. But I’m afraid if I touch it, I’ll break it. And then my husband will break me (not really; he’s very kind). Now, I may not mod, but I also haven’t played Sims 2 without cheats enabled since I first installed the game. I don’t really know the cheat codes for Sims 4, yet, but I’m content to play it on vanilla for now. I mean, I was. I kinda haven’t touched it since that night. When everybody else started getting their powers, I was convinced I had been skipped over. I mean, what kind of powers do Sims have, anyway? My husband, bless him, had been playing Mass Effect: Andromeda. Now he can interface with his own personal AI, and has a lot of cool abilities with electronics and the like. It certainly helped get us out of our financial situation. That is, until I discovered what had been done to me. I don’t know how to explain to you exactly how unsettling it is to be sitting on a toilet when suddenly POOF confetti erupts around you. I definitely didn’t fall off the seat, but only because of the cramped space around the pot. I don’t know if I thought it was the ceiling collapsing, or that I was hallucinating, but it didn’t take more than a couple days to realize I was pregnant. A few days later, and I was a certifiable balloon. Newscasters and reporters were too busy with all the rest of the fallout to take note of me and my sudden predicament. In fact, the one journalist I did get in contact with laughed me off the phone. Luckily, my body was already a wasteland from years of inactivity and poor maintenance. I basically laid in bed for the duration of my pregnancy - a whopping week and a half. Then, I was fine. I popped right up and started taking care of my new baby. But she didn’t stay my baby for long. And she also didn’t stay alone. It seems that birth control isn’t a thing in the Sims: you woohoo for baby, you get a baby (eventually). Only irl, I didn’t have the ability to decide whether I wanted to get pregnant or not. If I had sex, there was a greater than 50% chance I’d get pregnant. And I like having sex with my husband. I’m sure you see where this is going. Now, I’m literally a baby-making machine, minus the metal parts. And since they are the product of what can only be described as magical fuckery, my brood of children has amassed into an army. That dumbass reporter really wishes she’d spoken to me now. Because of my specific circumstances, I’m also able to summon Death literally any time I want. And since we are best friends, Death will do my bidding if I ask nicely. Mostly I just ask Death to make sure my colony of offspring have room to grow, to thrive, and to make their own families. And also to spare me whenever I do something stupid, which I do quite a lot now that I’m basically invulnerable. Mauled by an animal? Ctrl+Shift+C maxmotives. Get hit by a car? Same thing! Am I worn out and exhausted? maxmotives, baby! I don’t sleep except to dream. I have gotten so much done since realizing my powers, and I’ve only scratched the surface of my potential. I discovered I can make a living selling designer babies - especially since I don’t have to have sex to make a baby, and I can literally make a baby with anyone. You want Orlando Bloom’s kid? No problem. Kristin Bell? I can do it in my sleep! And recently I discovered that I don’t actually have to wait the full week and a half to get the baby; I can Speed Up Pregnancy with nothing more than the desire! It takes maybe a day after that, although it is quite an ordeal. My husband is actually quite pissed at me, because we haven’t had sex in weeks since I made the discovery. But I think once I take a break from my new business, I’ll get back in his good graces with minimal effort. After all, I can afford literally anything he wants just by shouting, “motherlode!” But that annoyingly causes inflation, so I don’t do it often anymore. I gotta go now. Chris Hemsworth Jr. #7 is getting ready to claw his way out, and I need to have both hands free to brace myself for the birth. Toodles!	Well, i can´t blame them that they laugh at me. I mean, who wouldn´t? A normal man who don´t seem to have any Power except that he is followed at every time by some elvish figures....but, let me start from the beginning, to be precise, the 6th of july. &#x200B; It was a normal day, maybe a little warmer, but nonetheless a normal day. Well, it was normal until the Clock hit midnight. I don´t know what happend or why it has happend, but i knew what i have doing at this time....I was playing Warcraft 3 The Frozen throne. yeah, i know a really old game but, i like it. It´s one of my Favorites. And because i was bored and curious, i tested a few Cheat codes...and with a few i mean any code that i could find. But, back to the Story. So, there was i, playing warcraft at midnight and then it happend. I blacked out and woke up in the morning around 9. I thought i just fell to sleep while playing, so i didn´t think much about it. To be honest i didn´t find out that anything happend until i left my house to go to the supermarket and nearly ran into 3 Floating lights, standing in front of my Door. Like every other Human being who looks at 3 ominous lights in front of their house i totally freaked out and walked backwards back into my house and locked the door. The Next three hours i sat at my window and looked at the 3 lights before my house. They didn´t seemed that they want to break in, but neither they looked like they would go away. When it was around 12 o´clock i wanted to call the police, and yes i know that i should have called them earlier, a friend of mine called me, said to me that i should turn on the news. When i turned them on, i saw my friend. Winking at a camera with his mobile, while he deflects bullets with a sword in his right hand. This was the moment when i realized that i didn´t fall a sleep last night, that the ghostly lights outside of my house aren´t there too hurt me and that my friend just turned into the thing every gamer hates, an Yasou. The Next few weeks were funny. Every other day, there was a great fight who was filmed by news teams and by a few streamer. Chaos was the new order in this time, the police and army were outmatched by single persons and the Gouvernement changed nearly daily due to megalomaniac or bored people. But, this times ended some day. A new, strong Gouvernement was formed, ruled by a triumvirat. Most of the "Evil Players" are in Prison and the rest use their powers to help others and for daily uses. Now, you may be asking what have i done? Ohh, like i said it was funny. In states like Texas, Nevada and Tennessee their were nearly no people, who got powers because everyone went to a big, famous city like new York or washington...Well most people, but not all. I moved from California to Tennessee so that i could to, what i wanted. And what i wanted, was what i got. And that, was a Kingdom. A Kingdom, that now consist of 15 states in the South-east of the former United States of America, Middle America and the North half ot south America. And now, you may ask why everybody laugh at my. The answer is easy....Nobody knows that i am the King of one of the biggest Kingdom in the Worlds. A King with all the money he needs, absolute immunity for him and his troops and one who can build anything that he wants in seconds. They all think i am just a no body with the Ability to summon Elves. And for me, this is fine, because else it would be really, really boring. (I apologies for all grammar and spelling errors in this Text.)
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	They mocked me. Laughed at me. Of course I had to be the one who played Cities:Skylines last. My superpower? The amazing ability to cut through government red tape and expedite municipal construction projects. For the first time, parks were being built, streets were being paved, and businesses were moving in, all on time and on budget. I could even terraform to a limited degree. If I lowered the terrain in the area I would have to raise it elsewhere. I only had a limited amount of dirt I could keep suspended in my pocket universe you see. I had complete dictatorial control of the city. Taxes went up and down as I wished. I raised taxes temporarily to generate huge influxes of cash so often I lost count, and I had no elections to fear. But the others laughed. "Have fun with your budgets!" They'd say, sneering. But little did they know I'd have the last laugh. A lot of them still drove. Their characters weren't superheroes, not most of them. Imagine their surprise when I showed up to their city and started redirecting lanes. The look on solid snake's face when I directed his turn lane to the far lane on the highway so everybody had to cut across three lanes. He sat there, inching his way forward, starting listfully at the clear, open lane he found himself utterly unable to use. It was like the car was on a set of tracks. I did it to them all. They wouldn't have laughed at me had they known I had installed the traffic manager mod.	Well, i can´t blame them that they laugh at me. I mean, who wouldn´t? A normal man who don´t seem to have any Power except that he is followed at every time by some elvish figures....but, let me start from the beginning, to be precise, the 6th of july. &#x200B; It was a normal day, maybe a little warmer, but nonetheless a normal day. Well, it was normal until the Clock hit midnight. I don´t know what happend or why it has happend, but i knew what i have doing at this time....I was playing Warcraft 3 The Frozen throne. yeah, i know a really old game but, i like it. It´s one of my Favorites. And because i was bored and curious, i tested a few Cheat codes...and with a few i mean any code that i could find. But, back to the Story. So, there was i, playing warcraft at midnight and then it happend. I blacked out and woke up in the morning around 9. I thought i just fell to sleep while playing, so i didn´t think much about it. To be honest i didn´t find out that anything happend until i left my house to go to the supermarket and nearly ran into 3 Floating lights, standing in front of my Door. Like every other Human being who looks at 3 ominous lights in front of their house i totally freaked out and walked backwards back into my house and locked the door. The Next three hours i sat at my window and looked at the 3 lights before my house. They didn´t seemed that they want to break in, but neither they looked like they would go away. When it was around 12 o´clock i wanted to call the police, and yes i know that i should have called them earlier, a friend of mine called me, said to me that i should turn on the news. When i turned them on, i saw my friend. Winking at a camera with his mobile, while he deflects bullets with a sword in his right hand. This was the moment when i realized that i didn´t fall a sleep last night, that the ghostly lights outside of my house aren´t there too hurt me and that my friend just turned into the thing every gamer hates, an Yasou. The Next few weeks were funny. Every other day, there was a great fight who was filmed by news teams and by a few streamer. Chaos was the new order in this time, the police and army were outmatched by single persons and the Gouvernement changed nearly daily due to megalomaniac or bored people. But, this times ended some day. A new, strong Gouvernement was formed, ruled by a triumvirat. Most of the "Evil Players" are in Prison and the rest use their powers to help others and for daily uses. Now, you may be asking what have i done? Ohh, like i said it was funny. In states like Texas, Nevada and Tennessee their were nearly no people, who got powers because everyone went to a big, famous city like new York or washington...Well most people, but not all. I moved from California to Tennessee so that i could to, what i wanted. And what i wanted, was what i got. And that, was a Kingdom. A Kingdom, that now consist of 15 states in the South-east of the former United States of America, Middle America and the North half ot south America. And now, you may ask why everybody laugh at my. The answer is easy....Nobody knows that i am the King of one of the biggest Kingdom in the Worlds. A King with all the money he needs, absolute immunity for him and his troops and one who can build anything that he wants in seconds. They all think i am just a no body with the Ability to summon Elves. And for me, this is fine, because else it would be really, really boring. (I apologies for all grammar and spelling errors in this Text.)
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	(Aight my first WP attempt so be kinda easy on me?) I’m walking through the halls to my next class, getting the usual snicker here and there from my fellow classmates. “What a loser!” and “I can’t believe it!” Are the usual comments I hear from everyone. They all assume I had gotten some weak ass power, and that is hair manipulation, all because I simply couldn’t just pick one hair style for my character. You see, the thing is with this whole “Super power” phenomena is that the power you inherit is solely based on the last character you played in a video game, and I’m heavy on the ones that give you the option for a big selection of different options for every aspect of the body, and I never kept just one hair style throughout the entire game. So every now and then my hair would just randomly switch to another style, one minute I’m bald the next I’m looking like Jonathon Joestar. But the thing is that’s uhh... not exactly all I can do, it’s just what I show, because if I were to show to the real world what I could do? No one I know would be safe, not my family, not my friends, hell not even my girlfriend... With the character modifications I usually like to give them some whacky or overpowered trait depending on the game, and what I chose this time, while playing the game was a fantastic idea, but now in the real world? Not so much, I had chosen time manipulation. Now I know what you’re thinking “How in the hell could that put people in danger?” And I’m getting to that part, the thing that’s special about how my time manipulation works is it’s all based on my blood. What I take a small sharp object, make a nice cut along my palm, it starts glowing like some hocus pocus shit and I can fast forward time, reverse it, or outright stop it. That’s why I can’t ever tell anyone, not one single soul.	Well, i can´t blame them that they laugh at me. I mean, who wouldn´t? A normal man who don´t seem to have any Power except that he is followed at every time by some elvish figures....but, let me start from the beginning, to be precise, the 6th of july. &#x200B; It was a normal day, maybe a little warmer, but nonetheless a normal day. Well, it was normal until the Clock hit midnight. I don´t know what happend or why it has happend, but i knew what i have doing at this time....I was playing Warcraft 3 The Frozen throne. yeah, i know a really old game but, i like it. It´s one of my Favorites. And because i was bored and curious, i tested a few Cheat codes...and with a few i mean any code that i could find. But, back to the Story. So, there was i, playing warcraft at midnight and then it happend. I blacked out and woke up in the morning around 9. I thought i just fell to sleep while playing, so i didn´t think much about it. To be honest i didn´t find out that anything happend until i left my house to go to the supermarket and nearly ran into 3 Floating lights, standing in front of my Door. Like every other Human being who looks at 3 ominous lights in front of their house i totally freaked out and walked backwards back into my house and locked the door. The Next three hours i sat at my window and looked at the 3 lights before my house. They didn´t seemed that they want to break in, but neither they looked like they would go away. When it was around 12 o´clock i wanted to call the police, and yes i know that i should have called them earlier, a friend of mine called me, said to me that i should turn on the news. When i turned them on, i saw my friend. Winking at a camera with his mobile, while he deflects bullets with a sword in his right hand. This was the moment when i realized that i didn´t fall a sleep last night, that the ghostly lights outside of my house aren´t there too hurt me and that my friend just turned into the thing every gamer hates, an Yasou. The Next few weeks were funny. Every other day, there was a great fight who was filmed by news teams and by a few streamer. Chaos was the new order in this time, the police and army were outmatched by single persons and the Gouvernement changed nearly daily due to megalomaniac or bored people. But, this times ended some day. A new, strong Gouvernement was formed, ruled by a triumvirat. Most of the "Evil Players" are in Prison and the rest use their powers to help others and for daily uses. Now, you may be asking what have i done? Ohh, like i said it was funny. In states like Texas, Nevada and Tennessee their were nearly no people, who got powers because everyone went to a big, famous city like new York or washington...Well most people, but not all. I moved from California to Tennessee so that i could to, what i wanted. And what i wanted, was what i got. And that, was a Kingdom. A Kingdom, that now consist of 15 states in the South-east of the former United States of America, Middle America and the North half ot south America. And now, you may ask why everybody laugh at my. The answer is easy....Nobody knows that i am the King of one of the biggest Kingdom in the Worlds. A King with all the money he needs, absolute immunity for him and his troops and one who can build anything that he wants in seconds. They all think i am just a no body with the Ability to summon Elves. And for me, this is fine, because else it would be really, really boring. (I apologies for all grammar and spelling errors in this Text.)
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	“GO GREEN!!” My neighbor screeched at the field. I leaned to my friend Raya, “Is this entirely necessary? We could be doing something more fun. Like literally anything. Anything is more fun than this.” I looked at the field disdainfully. “Seriously Maize? This is like the one time your power is totally on point!” My glare hardened at her as I shifted back to normal. “Aw, come on Mai, we’re in the last quarter!” Whispers fluttered all around me, “Dude, did she just —“ “Holy shit did you see —“ “Dad that lady was GREEN —“. I sighed and shifted my color back to the team’s forest green, “Yay football.” I muttered sarcastically, ignoring the next wave of whispers and stares that followed my change. I’d long since gotten over my misfortune of power. Figures that an electromagnetic surge would hit the one time I was playing a kids game, granting me and several other thousand people the “gifts” of our game characters. Do you know how wicked some of these people’s power’s were? Most of them were changing the weather to avoid natural disasters, telekinetically rescuing people from fires, leaping tall buildings in a single bound. . .you know, superhero shit. Now in all fairness, I was hiding a secret. I hadn’t just been playing a kid’s game that auspicious Friday, I’d been modding and redeveloping it. Including my player. In fact when the surge hit, I’d been typing code in specifically to mod my player. You’d think that’d left me with a glitch or two, but nope, it left me with an unfinished code and a blinking cursor. When faced with the actual reality of becoming all-powerful, one tends to freeze up a little. Sure, I could code the crap out of myself and run this world from here until probably the end of time.....but was it ethical? Moral? And the question that bothered me most, what then? I’d had a couple of months to have an existential crisis and hadn’t been able to get past what happens next. The other players had showed me what a little power could do to a person. On the news you heard the amazing stories of the “PC Heroes” and how our world needed something extraordinary to survive. The chat rooms told a different story. Forums had popped up all over of PCs struggling with controlling their abilities, getting addicted, depressed, and some suicidal. After reading a post from a 15-year old my fantasies fell cold in their tracks, “I feel numb, like humming electric wire I have one purpose and it is my power. When I use it I lose myself and when I don’t I think of nothing else. I’ve lost my love, my pain, my anger. I’ve lost. I’m lost.” That was the last post she made. Two months ago. But was it selfish to not do it? Was it worth losing myself if I could save the lives of others? The thought had me frozen in indecision for months. “Mai,” my friend shook me, “Game’s over, let’s blow this popsicle stand.” She gestured towards the line shuffling towards the exit. Everything started happening in slow motion as the ground began shaking, and a crack in the stadium opened up below Raya. Screams rang out from every direction, but Raya’s sounded right in my ear as I reached out to grab her. “Raya!” I cried out, grasping her forearm in mine as she dropped into the hole. “Don’t let go, don’t let go, Mai, please, I love you, don’t let go” Raya sobbed over and over, fingers digging into my arm. The ground still shook beneath me, crack deepening, I reached another hand down holding her tightly. Tears streamed from my eyes as I struggled to hold her, I had to pull her up. “Help! Help! We need help!” I yelled looking around for anyone. There were others helping pull up victims who had fallen also, people still running for the exits screaming, chaos. “I’ve got you! Hold on!” A man ran over to my left and laid a hand on my shoulder has he reached down to grab Raya. “Pull!” He yelled. I strained my burning muscles as far as they could go, we grunted as we pulled her backward, sliding out of the crack and falling back into the stadium seats. “We’ve got to go,” I shouted grabbing Raya, still heaving on the ground. The man nodded and stumbled with us through the crowd to the exit. The shaking had ceased but we still moved quickly to the main level, getting as far as possible from the near death Raya had nearly faced an the real death for many others. As we reached the parking lot and the leave that awaiting I pulled away from Raya, already nearly jogging back towards the stadium. “Go home,” I said to her, “There’s something I need to do.” I had some coding to do.	Well, i can´t blame them that they laugh at me. I mean, who wouldn´t? A normal man who don´t seem to have any Power except that he is followed at every time by some elvish figures....but, let me start from the beginning, to be precise, the 6th of july. &#x200B; It was a normal day, maybe a little warmer, but nonetheless a normal day. Well, it was normal until the Clock hit midnight. I don´t know what happend or why it has happend, but i knew what i have doing at this time....I was playing Warcraft 3 The Frozen throne. yeah, i know a really old game but, i like it. It´s one of my Favorites. And because i was bored and curious, i tested a few Cheat codes...and with a few i mean any code that i could find. But, back to the Story. So, there was i, playing warcraft at midnight and then it happend. I blacked out and woke up in the morning around 9. I thought i just fell to sleep while playing, so i didn´t think much about it. To be honest i didn´t find out that anything happend until i left my house to go to the supermarket and nearly ran into 3 Floating lights, standing in front of my Door. Like every other Human being who looks at 3 ominous lights in front of their house i totally freaked out and walked backwards back into my house and locked the door. The Next three hours i sat at my window and looked at the 3 lights before my house. They didn´t seemed that they want to break in, but neither they looked like they would go away. When it was around 12 o´clock i wanted to call the police, and yes i know that i should have called them earlier, a friend of mine called me, said to me that i should turn on the news. When i turned them on, i saw my friend. Winking at a camera with his mobile, while he deflects bullets with a sword in his right hand. This was the moment when i realized that i didn´t fall a sleep last night, that the ghostly lights outside of my house aren´t there too hurt me and that my friend just turned into the thing every gamer hates, an Yasou. The Next few weeks were funny. Every other day, there was a great fight who was filmed by news teams and by a few streamer. Chaos was the new order in this time, the police and army were outmatched by single persons and the Gouvernement changed nearly daily due to megalomaniac or bored people. But, this times ended some day. A new, strong Gouvernement was formed, ruled by a triumvirat. Most of the "Evil Players" are in Prison and the rest use their powers to help others and for daily uses. Now, you may be asking what have i done? Ohh, like i said it was funny. In states like Texas, Nevada and Tennessee their were nearly no people, who got powers because everyone went to a big, famous city like new York or washington...Well most people, but not all. I moved from California to Tennessee so that i could to, what i wanted. And what i wanted, was what i got. And that, was a Kingdom. A Kingdom, that now consist of 15 states in the South-east of the former United States of America, Middle America and the North half ot south America. And now, you may ask why everybody laugh at my. The answer is easy....Nobody knows that i am the King of one of the biggest Kingdom in the Worlds. A King with all the money he needs, absolute immunity for him and his troops and one who can build anything that he wants in seconds. They all think i am just a no body with the Ability to summon Elves. And for me, this is fine, because else it would be really, really boring. (I apologies for all grammar and spelling errors in this Text.)
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	Jeeeeeesus, check out that pathetic 'Mario' on the other side of the road. Running, jumping, and 'Wa-hoooo-ing' like a madman as he makes his way down the street... what an amateur. I don't mean to brag, it's just that I kinda lucked out when the super power lottery was being handed out. By my count there are a couple hundred of us who received our powers from the last video game we'd all played, but I was a bit of a hobbyist modder, and as a result, my game character was a tad... overpowered at the time I was granted all his powers. God mode, all weapons, unlimited ammo and many more. You name it, I probably had the power in my arsenal. I'm a bit of a bounty hunter in this new world full of video game powered heroes. People call me when one of my brethren get out of hand and the cops can't do jack shit to stop them. Right now I'm on a call to detain an 'incredibly annoying blue hedgehog', which I'm not exactly looking forward to, but a gig is a gig. The warehouse he'd been spotted at is just around this next corner and then I'll-- Oh crap... there's that Knight Solaire wannabe walking right towards me, and it's too late to change direction. Don't make eye contact, don't make eye contact... "Praise the sun, good sir!" I bellowed, trying my best to stay on his good side. "Fuck off," his muffled, echoing voice muttered as he passed by me without breaking his stride. That was about par for the course for how those interactions typically went for me. In fairness, the folks playing Dark Souls at the time of the event kind of got the short end of the stick. Their 'powers' include being incredibly somber and moody, invulnerability for a split second while rolling, and the 'gift' of being transformed into an undead husk of a human being when they die. I was there the first time one of them found a bonfire on the beach, but when they realized couldn't kindle it or restore their humanity no matter how hard they tried, they were extremely pissed. I guess if I were cursed to live for eternity as a grotesque creature that looked like a raisin that had been left out in the sun 200 years, I might be a little pissed as well. As I entered the warehouse, my worst fears were confirmed. A blue blur shot past me, shouting about how 'rad' he was, and knocking me over in the process. A life sized Sonic the Hedgehog reject stood over me wagging a finger at me as a grin crossed his distressingly human face. To be clear, you don't HAVE to dress up like the character you received your powers from, this goober just apparently really wanted to dress up as Sonic. And let me tell ya, you think the CGI movie Sonic was an atrocity? Imagine the horrors I'm seeing as this middle aged, obese man sprints around the warehouse completely nude aside from oodles of blue fur poorly glued to his body. The fur did not leave enough to the imagination, gonna need some serious eye bleach after this is over, that's all I'm saying. "You're too late, I'm outta here pal! Gotta go fast!" he shouted as he 'wound up' his legs and was off like a shot. "Okay," I shrugged, as I suddenly moved at light speed and caught up with him in an instant. "Goddamn speed hacker!" he shouted back at me as he took a hard turn to try and throw me off. Growing tired of chasing him, I surveyed my bevy of hundreds of fully loaded weapons, selected a concussion grenade launcher, aimed, fired and... missed him by a mile. Yeah, no aimbots for me... even I had to draw the line somewhere, I do have my personal moral code to follow, but sadly that code was coming back to bite me at the moment. As I missed, 'Sonic' slipped through the door, slamming it shut and locking it up tight behind him. "You're tooooo slow, dude!" he taunted me poorly through the window. Thoroughly annoyed at him by this point, I activated the last of my major powers, slipped through the wall, and tackled the blue freak to the ground without warning. "What the heck?!" he protested. "No clip," I growled into his ear as I tied up his hands and feet. One more degenerate off the streets, but I can't help feeling there had to be far worse 'heroes' and 'villains' out there. I mean, odds are that somebody had to have been playing Mortal Kombat just before the powers got handed out, didn't they? ___ Feel free to check out r/Ryter if you'd like to explore more of my stories (Dudes covered in blue hedgehog hair may be denied entry, but otherwise, all are welcome!)	Well, i can´t blame them that they laugh at me. I mean, who wouldn´t? A normal man who don´t seem to have any Power except that he is followed at every time by some elvish figures....but, let me start from the beginning, to be precise, the 6th of july. &#x200B; It was a normal day, maybe a little warmer, but nonetheless a normal day. Well, it was normal until the Clock hit midnight. I don´t know what happend or why it has happend, but i knew what i have doing at this time....I was playing Warcraft 3 The Frozen throne. yeah, i know a really old game but, i like it. It´s one of my Favorites. And because i was bored and curious, i tested a few Cheat codes...and with a few i mean any code that i could find. But, back to the Story. So, there was i, playing warcraft at midnight and then it happend. I blacked out and woke up in the morning around 9. I thought i just fell to sleep while playing, so i didn´t think much about it. To be honest i didn´t find out that anything happend until i left my house to go to the supermarket and nearly ran into 3 Floating lights, standing in front of my Door. Like every other Human being who looks at 3 ominous lights in front of their house i totally freaked out and walked backwards back into my house and locked the door. The Next three hours i sat at my window and looked at the 3 lights before my house. They didn´t seemed that they want to break in, but neither they looked like they would go away. When it was around 12 o´clock i wanted to call the police, and yes i know that i should have called them earlier, a friend of mine called me, said to me that i should turn on the news. When i turned them on, i saw my friend. Winking at a camera with his mobile, while he deflects bullets with a sword in his right hand. This was the moment when i realized that i didn´t fall a sleep last night, that the ghostly lights outside of my house aren´t there too hurt me and that my friend just turned into the thing every gamer hates, an Yasou. The Next few weeks were funny. Every other day, there was a great fight who was filmed by news teams and by a few streamer. Chaos was the new order in this time, the police and army were outmatched by single persons and the Gouvernement changed nearly daily due to megalomaniac or bored people. But, this times ended some day. A new, strong Gouvernement was formed, ruled by a triumvirat. Most of the "Evil Players" are in Prison and the rest use their powers to help others and for daily uses. Now, you may be asking what have i done? Ohh, like i said it was funny. In states like Texas, Nevada and Tennessee their were nearly no people, who got powers because everyone went to a big, famous city like new York or washington...Well most people, but not all. I moved from California to Tennessee so that i could to, what i wanted. And what i wanted, was what i got. And that, was a Kingdom. A Kingdom, that now consist of 15 states in the South-east of the former United States of America, Middle America and the North half ot south America. And now, you may ask why everybody laugh at my. The answer is easy....Nobody knows that i am the King of one of the biggest Kingdom in the Worlds. A King with all the money he needs, absolute immunity for him and his troops and one who can build anything that he wants in seconds. They all think i am just a no body with the Ability to summon Elves. And for me, this is fine, because else it would be really, really boring. (I apologies for all grammar and spelling errors in this Text.)
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	Some people became near gods. Flying, running at the speed of light. Some people could shoot elecricity from their fingertips. The news went from boring politics one day, to men and women crackling with electric energy fighting in the streets. After the dust settled, and the really bad guys guys were dead, and the good guys were banding together into teams. no one even knew I had powers... the day it happened, when everything went nuts. When the electric storm raged through the world, and my eighbor got the ability to leap over tall buildings in a single bound, I just sat there. I just stood there with a strange new tool in my hand. I kept it hidden. It was in the back of my closet, wrapped in old towels. I knew that if people saw it. They'd know what my true powers were. Everyone thinks that my powers a simple superstrength. That i can just punch things and they break. I laugh and tell them I was playing dig dug. People laugh about my powers. There are so many better ones, people say. I just chuckle along, with a self depriciating way. It's best for them not to know about what's in my closet. If they knew about the diamond pickaxe, and that i was in creative mode when i was using it. They'd be very very scared.	"You cant even fight what even is your power?" - Sven, an old friend now chairman of the hunter superorganisation and Doom slayer incarnation Johnsons corpse was still fresh I couldnt keep my eyes away from it. Just as I turned around the demon lunged at me and tore of my arm "Im gonna die here, im gonna die for re-" Everything was black... just black " Is it possible?... " " there you are " 24 hours before my death -6 am in the CHA- "Alright hunters, as you already know a major hell outbreak happend in 016.49" "7 teams will head out to bring 016- back to the family friendly place it was, its a C rated outbreak so that means all C ranked hunters to the west gate!" I hope someone will chose me, a leader maybe even a potential friend, I never was a good hunter I dont remember the game I played just that I woke up with no powers but exquisite weapon handling. Well weapons against demons never really did much but C rank demons can be killed by silver bullets easily, making me number 12 of the C Rank . Johnson, incarnation of the major hero tracer, who could move as fast as time came up to me "hey newbie, I heard from you kill of the B rank monster last week, wanna join my team" It wasnt the best team to join but sure a fun one, maybe I could permanently join them. Lets see. 8 hours before my death It seems that the outbreak spread into 017 and 015 the whole B rank got involved too 4 hours before my death We lost franklynn she died to a krow, a scary fusion of demon and crow ripping people apart in supersonic speed rank A. The situation is worse than we thought, much worse. It seems that the level keep increasing the HO has send an S rank to close the gate early, we havent heard of him yet. Appearently even an SS rank is on its way. 1 hour. A giant firestorm has broken out, entire team A and B has been wiped out, a lot of C ranks have managed to get away, our team is too far we cant go back now. 0 I felt the demons teeth ripping of my arm, i felt them inside of me, i felt everything at once. At least everything is over now. " *is it possible?* " Was that... a voice? Was that god? What was that? " *there you are* " Color flooded my sight, it seemed that the firestorm was over snow. Snow everywhere and a little floating device infront of me " *guardian... guardian? Eyes up guardian!* " How can i be alive? " *im a Ghost. Actually i'm your Ghost. And you... well you've been dead a long time.* " How long? " *in your time? About 12 years* " What are you? " *as i just told you, im a Ghost the traveler, sort of the machine that created me has send me, appearently even into another universe, its just me and you.* " It seemd that the demon gate has took over the whole 0. District and the demons are fighting against S ranks on the front since 12 years ive been dead I wonder how far we have come A weird looking stray demon appeared, we both scared to death, well again for me actually " *reach inside of you, deep down you will see a light, grasp it, use it* " My revolver, still in my hand exploded in fire, remodelled it burned as bright as the sun, not hurting me but making me feel powerfull, powerfull eneough to take on the world
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	No one knew how a virus could spread like it did, ignoring firewalls and anti-virus programs. Scientists were furious that someone had apparently figured out how to make hacking in NCIS, Bones, CSI, and other forensic dramas into reality. Everyone who was affected, though, was thrilled, because the day the virus spread through the internet was the day that death no longer became permanent. Everyone respawned, though some faster than others. It was the day that superheroes were born. Or, rather, they liked to think of themselves as superheroes. Some people call them trolls...others call them mingebags. Really, they were just the stereotypical movie depiction of a jock or a Chad, except they were now powerful enough to really force their will on other people and get away with it. Some people had been playing sports games, and so the sports industry had quadrupled in size. Being able to perform the exact same super-powered kick every time was quite an advantage in football, for instance. However, most people I knew of with powers basically turned into super-soldiers overnight. Being able to run as fast as a car, jump higher than they were tall, and, most importantly, never run out of bullets, they patrolled the cities in gangs, shooting anyone who didn't give them the godly praise they craved. Other people had been playing fantasy games, and so were able to fight with magic or shouts. Others had been playing different kinds of shooters, and so had the occasional extra ability, like a double jump or grappling hook. Some people were literal superheroes, like Spider-Man, but these weren't nearly as common. The MMORPGers should have been a major threat to the trolls, but even in real life, they spent most of their time doing quests and fighting raids against other MMORPGs. World of Warcraft staged a huge war against Final Fantasy XIV and Final Fantasy XI while Star Trek Online and EVE Online fought gigantic space battles. Warframe players were some of the most powerful individuals, but as to be expected, spent most of their time gathering thousands of resources for a single new weapon that they only used for a short time before beginning the grind again. No one talked about the Diablo and Path of Exile players, who were almost as depressing as the Dark Souls players. All of them should have been overjoyed at the sheer amount of abilities that they had suddenly gained, but they thought the world was full of death and pain and suffering, and spent the majority of their time trudging through the streets in silence or waiting in therapists' offices. As could have been expected, many thousands were playing Minecraft. While they weren't quite as powerful as some, when they appeared, they did so in great numbers. They could demolish and rebuild a city in a single night, carry nearly 50,000 metric tons of materials, and, most importantly, punch trees into oblivion. Unfortunately, they often spent their time punching each other into oblivion or building houses out of dirt. For some reason, having the ability to build almost anything tended to lead people to do the same five things over and over again. All of my friends had gotten into into Fortnight and Apex Legends. I'd never had any interest in either, having spent most of my time playing simulation games or sandbox games. I enjoyed building things and being creative. I didn't like competition or shooters, and lost 20-to-1 every time I tried to play them. After the virus, though, I began to change. People said my powers were stupid because of what other people did with them. People said that I was a kid for enjoying playing by myself. People said I was pathetic and boring. People thought I was nothing compared to their infinite bullets or giant space ships, or space ninja powers. But I would show them. For while I had been playing Minecraft like many other people, I had also been playing with mods. One particular mod in particular, which was particularly interesting. One full of intrigue and secrets, one that allowed me to play with the very building blocks of matter and energy...through magic and science. One that had the potential to outshine everyone else. One that had the power to pull that which should have been unknowable into reality. One that would bring me to the deepest, darkest recesses of the universe. One that would allow me to see things that should have been unseen... ... ... ... For I had been playing Thaumcraft. ... ... ... ... ...I ͞w̵o̸u͟ld sho͡w th҉em.̀ Ḭ̰͔̥̱̳̗̊̿͆̅ͫ ͚̜͉̬̯̼́̾̓̃̏̏̈́̕w̢̦͓͖̣̺̰ͭ̌͐ͩͨ̾̔ȍ̴͔̪̻̻̯͓̟̇̃u̙̗̪ͪ̈́̊l͎͙͚̩̫ͥd҉͙̬͔̱̠ ̠̘̲̼̖̒ͭͫs̉̀̏̃h̨̠̯̼͍̠̦̅̒̔ͣo͈̬̼ͥ͂́͒̈́ͪw̜̫̘̿ͮ͠ tͯ̌̒ͯ͐̚҉͙͕̰̲̜̲͕̲͟h͍̜̬͖̼̩̟͖͆͑̐̔̎͗͒͜e̷̝̘̺̹̟̳͇̳ͯͫ́̉͊͌̕͜m̫̗̟̯̺̲̰̘̊̆̽͋ͭ̚ ą̢͉̬̥͕̗͍̣̜̐ͧ̔ͣ̈̒̈͗ͭ̀͘͠l̞̤̱̗̩̤͕͉̱̠͖̝̙͍̺̜̟ͪ̓ͨͭ͢͡l̾̔̇̽͑̆͂͒̆ͫ̏̎ͩ͐҉̢͔̝̮͚͈͖̝̲́.	"You cant even fight what even is your power?" - Sven, an old friend now chairman of the hunter superorganisation and Doom slayer incarnation Johnsons corpse was still fresh I couldnt keep my eyes away from it. Just as I turned around the demon lunged at me and tore of my arm "Im gonna die here, im gonna die for re-" Everything was black... just black " Is it possible?... " " there you are " 24 hours before my death -6 am in the CHA- "Alright hunters, as you already know a major hell outbreak happend in 016.49" "7 teams will head out to bring 016- back to the family friendly place it was, its a C rated outbreak so that means all C ranked hunters to the west gate!" I hope someone will chose me, a leader maybe even a potential friend, I never was a good hunter I dont remember the game I played just that I woke up with no powers but exquisite weapon handling. Well weapons against demons never really did much but C rank demons can be killed by silver bullets easily, making me number 12 of the C Rank . Johnson, incarnation of the major hero tracer, who could move as fast as time came up to me "hey newbie, I heard from you kill of the B rank monster last week, wanna join my team" It wasnt the best team to join but sure a fun one, maybe I could permanently join them. Lets see. 8 hours before my death It seems that the outbreak spread into 017 and 015 the whole B rank got involved too 4 hours before my death We lost franklynn she died to a krow, a scary fusion of demon and crow ripping people apart in supersonic speed rank A. The situation is worse than we thought, much worse. It seems that the level keep increasing the HO has send an S rank to close the gate early, we havent heard of him yet. Appearently even an SS rank is on its way. 1 hour. A giant firestorm has broken out, entire team A and B has been wiped out, a lot of C ranks have managed to get away, our team is too far we cant go back now. 0 I felt the demons teeth ripping of my arm, i felt them inside of me, i felt everything at once. At least everything is over now. " *is it possible?* " Was that... a voice? Was that god? What was that? " *there you are* " Color flooded my sight, it seemed that the firestorm was over snow. Snow everywhere and a little floating device infront of me " *guardian... guardian? Eyes up guardian!* " How can i be alive? " *im a Ghost. Actually i'm your Ghost. And you... well you've been dead a long time.* " How long? " *in your time? About 12 years* " What are you? " *as i just told you, im a Ghost the traveler, sort of the machine that created me has send me, appearently even into another universe, its just me and you.* " It seemd that the demon gate has took over the whole 0. District and the demons are fighting against S ranks on the front since 12 years ive been dead I wonder how far we have come A weird looking stray demon appeared, we both scared to death, well again for me actually " *reach inside of you, deep down you will see a light, grasp it, use it* " My revolver, still in my hand exploded in fire, remodelled it burned as bright as the sun, not hurting me but making me feel powerfull, powerfull eneough to take on the world
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	So here’s the sitch: I totally do play video games. And no, I’m not one of those r/notliketheothergirls who insists I’m the only girl who games, or that I should receive all the sexual admiration for it. I’ve dabbled in just about everything - FPS, MMORPG, VR, PC, console, mobile, puzzles, survival, capture/collect, simulator, zombie, satire, first- second- and third-person open-world, linear, racing. Club Penguin. Any genre you name, I’ve probably tried it. Not any game, but any genre. So sue me if I’m partial to pastoral games. As if you never spent hours of your time creating the perfect face or the perfect house or the perfect life for some imaginary person. It’s addicting to be able to control just about every aspect, especially if you tweak the settings and gameplay options so you can reverse any negative unforeseen happenings that would bring chaos to your perfect little world. The thing is, when the Catalyst happened, I wasn’t just playing one game. I actually had two computers - my laptop and my old family desktop - running two different games. I know this sounds silly, but I really wanted to continue the epic saga I’d begun in The Sims 2 when I was in high school, now that I had finally downloaded The Sims 4. I skipped 3 because the drastic change in gameplay had been too much for me at the time. But after watching countless YouTubers take a crack at it, I was finally ready to give it another chance. Just, not without my OG family. Upfront, I don’t mod. I don’t know how, and frankly I’m scared to try. The last time I messed with the source code on anything, I ended up destroying my computer. So, no mods for me. It’s cool for other people to, and I’ll admit I laugh every time cabbages rain from the sky as Thomas the Tank Engine careens toward Solitude. But I’m afraid if I touch it, I’ll break it. And then my husband will break me (not really; he’s very kind). Now, I may not mod, but I also haven’t played Sims 2 without cheats enabled since I first installed the game. I don’t really know the cheat codes for Sims 4, yet, but I’m content to play it on vanilla for now. I mean, I was. I kinda haven’t touched it since that night. When everybody else started getting their powers, I was convinced I had been skipped over. I mean, what kind of powers do Sims have, anyway? My husband, bless him, had been playing Mass Effect: Andromeda. Now he can interface with his own personal AI, and has a lot of cool abilities with electronics and the like. It certainly helped get us out of our financial situation. That is, until I discovered what had been done to me. I don’t know how to explain to you exactly how unsettling it is to be sitting on a toilet when suddenly POOF confetti erupts around you. I definitely didn’t fall off the seat, but only because of the cramped space around the pot. I don’t know if I thought it was the ceiling collapsing, or that I was hallucinating, but it didn’t take more than a couple days to realize I was pregnant. A few days later, and I was a certifiable balloon. Newscasters and reporters were too busy with all the rest of the fallout to take note of me and my sudden predicament. In fact, the one journalist I did get in contact with laughed me off the phone. Luckily, my body was already a wasteland from years of inactivity and poor maintenance. I basically laid in bed for the duration of my pregnancy - a whopping week and a half. Then, I was fine. I popped right up and started taking care of my new baby. But she didn’t stay my baby for long. And she also didn’t stay alone. It seems that birth control isn’t a thing in the Sims: you woohoo for baby, you get a baby (eventually). Only irl, I didn’t have the ability to decide whether I wanted to get pregnant or not. If I had sex, there was a greater than 50% chance I’d get pregnant. And I like having sex with my husband. I’m sure you see where this is going. Now, I’m literally a baby-making machine, minus the metal parts. And since they are the product of what can only be described as magical fuckery, my brood of children has amassed into an army. That dumbass reporter really wishes she’d spoken to me now. Because of my specific circumstances, I’m also able to summon Death literally any time I want. And since we are best friends, Death will do my bidding if I ask nicely. Mostly I just ask Death to make sure my colony of offspring have room to grow, to thrive, and to make their own families. And also to spare me whenever I do something stupid, which I do quite a lot now that I’m basically invulnerable. Mauled by an animal? Ctrl+Shift+C maxmotives. Get hit by a car? Same thing! Am I worn out and exhausted? maxmotives, baby! I don’t sleep except to dream. I have gotten so much done since realizing my powers, and I’ve only scratched the surface of my potential. I discovered I can make a living selling designer babies - especially since I don’t have to have sex to make a baby, and I can literally make a baby with anyone. You want Orlando Bloom’s kid? No problem. Kristin Bell? I can do it in my sleep! And recently I discovered that I don’t actually have to wait the full week and a half to get the baby; I can Speed Up Pregnancy with nothing more than the desire! It takes maybe a day after that, although it is quite an ordeal. My husband is actually quite pissed at me, because we haven’t had sex in weeks since I made the discovery. But I think once I take a break from my new business, I’ll get back in his good graces with minimal effort. After all, I can afford literally anything he wants just by shouting, “motherlode!” But that annoyingly causes inflation, so I don’t do it often anymore. I gotta go now. Chris Hemsworth Jr. #7 is getting ready to claw his way out, and I need to have both hands free to brace myself for the birth. Toodles!	"You cant even fight what even is your power?" - Sven, an old friend now chairman of the hunter superorganisation and Doom slayer incarnation Johnsons corpse was still fresh I couldnt keep my eyes away from it. Just as I turned around the demon lunged at me and tore of my arm "Im gonna die here, im gonna die for re-" Everything was black... just black " Is it possible?... " " there you are " 24 hours before my death -6 am in the CHA- "Alright hunters, as you already know a major hell outbreak happend in 016.49" "7 teams will head out to bring 016- back to the family friendly place it was, its a C rated outbreak so that means all C ranked hunters to the west gate!" I hope someone will chose me, a leader maybe even a potential friend, I never was a good hunter I dont remember the game I played just that I woke up with no powers but exquisite weapon handling. Well weapons against demons never really did much but C rank demons can be killed by silver bullets easily, making me number 12 of the C Rank . Johnson, incarnation of the major hero tracer, who could move as fast as time came up to me "hey newbie, I heard from you kill of the B rank monster last week, wanna join my team" It wasnt the best team to join but sure a fun one, maybe I could permanently join them. Lets see. 8 hours before my death It seems that the outbreak spread into 017 and 015 the whole B rank got involved too 4 hours before my death We lost franklynn she died to a krow, a scary fusion of demon and crow ripping people apart in supersonic speed rank A. The situation is worse than we thought, much worse. It seems that the level keep increasing the HO has send an S rank to close the gate early, we havent heard of him yet. Appearently even an SS rank is on its way. 1 hour. A giant firestorm has broken out, entire team A and B has been wiped out, a lot of C ranks have managed to get away, our team is too far we cant go back now. 0 I felt the demons teeth ripping of my arm, i felt them inside of me, i felt everything at once. At least everything is over now. " *is it possible?* " Was that... a voice? Was that god? What was that? " *there you are* " Color flooded my sight, it seemed that the firestorm was over snow. Snow everywhere and a little floating device infront of me " *guardian... guardian? Eyes up guardian!* " How can i be alive? " *im a Ghost. Actually i'm your Ghost. And you... well you've been dead a long time.* " How long? " *in your time? About 12 years* " What are you? " *as i just told you, im a Ghost the traveler, sort of the machine that created me has send me, appearently even into another universe, its just me and you.* " It seemd that the demon gate has took over the whole 0. District and the demons are fighting against S ranks on the front since 12 years ive been dead I wonder how far we have come A weird looking stray demon appeared, we both scared to death, well again for me actually " *reach inside of you, deep down you will see a light, grasp it, use it* " My revolver, still in my hand exploded in fire, remodelled it burned as bright as the sun, not hurting me but making me feel powerfull, powerfull eneough to take on the world
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	They mocked me. Laughed at me. Of course I had to be the one who played Cities:Skylines last. My superpower? The amazing ability to cut through government red tape and expedite municipal construction projects. For the first time, parks were being built, streets were being paved, and businesses were moving in, all on time and on budget. I could even terraform to a limited degree. If I lowered the terrain in the area I would have to raise it elsewhere. I only had a limited amount of dirt I could keep suspended in my pocket universe you see. I had complete dictatorial control of the city. Taxes went up and down as I wished. I raised taxes temporarily to generate huge influxes of cash so often I lost count, and I had no elections to fear. But the others laughed. "Have fun with your budgets!" They'd say, sneering. But little did they know I'd have the last laugh. A lot of them still drove. Their characters weren't superheroes, not most of them. Imagine their surprise when I showed up to their city and started redirecting lanes. The look on solid snake's face when I directed his turn lane to the far lane on the highway so everybody had to cut across three lanes. He sat there, inching his way forward, starting listfully at the clear, open lane he found himself utterly unable to use. It was like the car was on a set of tracks. I did it to them all. They wouldn't have laughed at me had they known I had installed the traffic manager mod.	"You cant even fight what even is your power?" - Sven, an old friend now chairman of the hunter superorganisation and Doom slayer incarnation Johnsons corpse was still fresh I couldnt keep my eyes away from it. Just as I turned around the demon lunged at me and tore of my arm "Im gonna die here, im gonna die for re-" Everything was black... just black " Is it possible?... " " there you are " 24 hours before my death -6 am in the CHA- "Alright hunters, as you already know a major hell outbreak happend in 016.49" "7 teams will head out to bring 016- back to the family friendly place it was, its a C rated outbreak so that means all C ranked hunters to the west gate!" I hope someone will chose me, a leader maybe even a potential friend, I never was a good hunter I dont remember the game I played just that I woke up with no powers but exquisite weapon handling. Well weapons against demons never really did much but C rank demons can be killed by silver bullets easily, making me number 12 of the C Rank . Johnson, incarnation of the major hero tracer, who could move as fast as time came up to me "hey newbie, I heard from you kill of the B rank monster last week, wanna join my team" It wasnt the best team to join but sure a fun one, maybe I could permanently join them. Lets see. 8 hours before my death It seems that the outbreak spread into 017 and 015 the whole B rank got involved too 4 hours before my death We lost franklynn she died to a krow, a scary fusion of demon and crow ripping people apart in supersonic speed rank A. The situation is worse than we thought, much worse. It seems that the level keep increasing the HO has send an S rank to close the gate early, we havent heard of him yet. Appearently even an SS rank is on its way. 1 hour. A giant firestorm has broken out, entire team A and B has been wiped out, a lot of C ranks have managed to get away, our team is too far we cant go back now. 0 I felt the demons teeth ripping of my arm, i felt them inside of me, i felt everything at once. At least everything is over now. " *is it possible?* " Was that... a voice? Was that god? What was that? " *there you are* " Color flooded my sight, it seemed that the firestorm was over snow. Snow everywhere and a little floating device infront of me " *guardian... guardian? Eyes up guardian!* " How can i be alive? " *im a Ghost. Actually i'm your Ghost. And you... well you've been dead a long time.* " How long? " *in your time? About 12 years* " What are you? " *as i just told you, im a Ghost the traveler, sort of the machine that created me has send me, appearently even into another universe, its just me and you.* " It seemd that the demon gate has took over the whole 0. District and the demons are fighting against S ranks on the front since 12 years ive been dead I wonder how far we have come A weird looking stray demon appeared, we both scared to death, well again for me actually " *reach inside of you, deep down you will see a light, grasp it, use it* " My revolver, still in my hand exploded in fire, remodelled it burned as bright as the sun, not hurting me but making me feel powerfull, powerfull eneough to take on the world
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	(Aight my first WP attempt so be kinda easy on me?) I’m walking through the halls to my next class, getting the usual snicker here and there from my fellow classmates. “What a loser!” and “I can’t believe it!” Are the usual comments I hear from everyone. They all assume I had gotten some weak ass power, and that is hair manipulation, all because I simply couldn’t just pick one hair style for my character. You see, the thing is with this whole “Super power” phenomena is that the power you inherit is solely based on the last character you played in a video game, and I’m heavy on the ones that give you the option for a big selection of different options for every aspect of the body, and I never kept just one hair style throughout the entire game. So every now and then my hair would just randomly switch to another style, one minute I’m bald the next I’m looking like Jonathon Joestar. But the thing is that’s uhh... not exactly all I can do, it’s just what I show, because if I were to show to the real world what I could do? No one I know would be safe, not my family, not my friends, hell not even my girlfriend... With the character modifications I usually like to give them some whacky or overpowered trait depending on the game, and what I chose this time, while playing the game was a fantastic idea, but now in the real world? Not so much, I had chosen time manipulation. Now I know what you’re thinking “How in the hell could that put people in danger?” And I’m getting to that part, the thing that’s special about how my time manipulation works is it’s all based on my blood. What I take a small sharp object, make a nice cut along my palm, it starts glowing like some hocus pocus shit and I can fast forward time, reverse it, or outright stop it. That’s why I can’t ever tell anyone, not one single soul.	"You cant even fight what even is your power?" - Sven, an old friend now chairman of the hunter superorganisation and Doom slayer incarnation Johnsons corpse was still fresh I couldnt keep my eyes away from it. Just as I turned around the demon lunged at me and tore of my arm "Im gonna die here, im gonna die for re-" Everything was black... just black " Is it possible?... " " there you are " 24 hours before my death -6 am in the CHA- "Alright hunters, as you already know a major hell outbreak happend in 016.49" "7 teams will head out to bring 016- back to the family friendly place it was, its a C rated outbreak so that means all C ranked hunters to the west gate!" I hope someone will chose me, a leader maybe even a potential friend, I never was a good hunter I dont remember the game I played just that I woke up with no powers but exquisite weapon handling. Well weapons against demons never really did much but C rank demons can be killed by silver bullets easily, making me number 12 of the C Rank . Johnson, incarnation of the major hero tracer, who could move as fast as time came up to me "hey newbie, I heard from you kill of the B rank monster last week, wanna join my team" It wasnt the best team to join but sure a fun one, maybe I could permanently join them. Lets see. 8 hours before my death It seems that the outbreak spread into 017 and 015 the whole B rank got involved too 4 hours before my death We lost franklynn she died to a krow, a scary fusion of demon and crow ripping people apart in supersonic speed rank A. The situation is worse than we thought, much worse. It seems that the level keep increasing the HO has send an S rank to close the gate early, we havent heard of him yet. Appearently even an SS rank is on its way. 1 hour. A giant firestorm has broken out, entire team A and B has been wiped out, a lot of C ranks have managed to get away, our team is too far we cant go back now. 0 I felt the demons teeth ripping of my arm, i felt them inside of me, i felt everything at once. At least everything is over now. " *is it possible?* " Was that... a voice? Was that god? What was that? " *there you are* " Color flooded my sight, it seemed that the firestorm was over snow. Snow everywhere and a little floating device infront of me " *guardian... guardian? Eyes up guardian!* " How can i be alive? " *im a Ghost. Actually i'm your Ghost. And you... well you've been dead a long time.* " How long? " *in your time? About 12 years* " What are you? " *as i just told you, im a Ghost the traveler, sort of the machine that created me has send me, appearently even into another universe, its just me and you.* " It seemd that the demon gate has took over the whole 0. District and the demons are fighting against S ranks on the front since 12 years ive been dead I wonder how far we have come A weird looking stray demon appeared, we both scared to death, well again for me actually " *reach inside of you, deep down you will see a light, grasp it, use it* " My revolver, still in my hand exploded in fire, remodelled it burned as bright as the sun, not hurting me but making me feel powerfull, powerfull eneough to take on the world
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	“GO GREEN!!” My neighbor screeched at the field. I leaned to my friend Raya, “Is this entirely necessary? We could be doing something more fun. Like literally anything. Anything is more fun than this.” I looked at the field disdainfully. “Seriously Maize? This is like the one time your power is totally on point!” My glare hardened at her as I shifted back to normal. “Aw, come on Mai, we’re in the last quarter!” Whispers fluttered all around me, “Dude, did she just —“ “Holy shit did you see —“ “Dad that lady was GREEN —“. I sighed and shifted my color back to the team’s forest green, “Yay football.” I muttered sarcastically, ignoring the next wave of whispers and stares that followed my change. I’d long since gotten over my misfortune of power. Figures that an electromagnetic surge would hit the one time I was playing a kids game, granting me and several other thousand people the “gifts” of our game characters. Do you know how wicked some of these people’s power’s were? Most of them were changing the weather to avoid natural disasters, telekinetically rescuing people from fires, leaping tall buildings in a single bound. . .you know, superhero shit. Now in all fairness, I was hiding a secret. I hadn’t just been playing a kid’s game that auspicious Friday, I’d been modding and redeveloping it. Including my player. In fact when the surge hit, I’d been typing code in specifically to mod my player. You’d think that’d left me with a glitch or two, but nope, it left me with an unfinished code and a blinking cursor. When faced with the actual reality of becoming all-powerful, one tends to freeze up a little. Sure, I could code the crap out of myself and run this world from here until probably the end of time.....but was it ethical? Moral? And the question that bothered me most, what then? I’d had a couple of months to have an existential crisis and hadn’t been able to get past what happens next. The other players had showed me what a little power could do to a person. On the news you heard the amazing stories of the “PC Heroes” and how our world needed something extraordinary to survive. The chat rooms told a different story. Forums had popped up all over of PCs struggling with controlling their abilities, getting addicted, depressed, and some suicidal. After reading a post from a 15-year old my fantasies fell cold in their tracks, “I feel numb, like humming electric wire I have one purpose and it is my power. When I use it I lose myself and when I don’t I think of nothing else. I’ve lost my love, my pain, my anger. I’ve lost. I’m lost.” That was the last post she made. Two months ago. But was it selfish to not do it? Was it worth losing myself if I could save the lives of others? The thought had me frozen in indecision for months. “Mai,” my friend shook me, “Game’s over, let’s blow this popsicle stand.” She gestured towards the line shuffling towards the exit. Everything started happening in slow motion as the ground began shaking, and a crack in the stadium opened up below Raya. Screams rang out from every direction, but Raya’s sounded right in my ear as I reached out to grab her. “Raya!” I cried out, grasping her forearm in mine as she dropped into the hole. “Don’t let go, don’t let go, Mai, please, I love you, don’t let go” Raya sobbed over and over, fingers digging into my arm. The ground still shook beneath me, crack deepening, I reached another hand down holding her tightly. Tears streamed from my eyes as I struggled to hold her, I had to pull her up. “Help! Help! We need help!” I yelled looking around for anyone. There were others helping pull up victims who had fallen also, people still running for the exits screaming, chaos. “I’ve got you! Hold on!” A man ran over to my left and laid a hand on my shoulder has he reached down to grab Raya. “Pull!” He yelled. I strained my burning muscles as far as they could go, we grunted as we pulled her backward, sliding out of the crack and falling back into the stadium seats. “We’ve got to go,” I shouted grabbing Raya, still heaving on the ground. The man nodded and stumbled with us through the crowd to the exit. The shaking had ceased but we still moved quickly to the main level, getting as far as possible from the near death Raya had nearly faced an the real death for many others. As we reached the parking lot and the leave that awaiting I pulled away from Raya, already nearly jogging back towards the stadium. “Go home,” I said to her, “There’s something I need to do.” I had some coding to do.	"You cant even fight what even is your power?" - Sven, an old friend now chairman of the hunter superorganisation and Doom slayer incarnation Johnsons corpse was still fresh I couldnt keep my eyes away from it. Just as I turned around the demon lunged at me and tore of my arm "Im gonna die here, im gonna die for re-" Everything was black... just black " Is it possible?... " " there you are " 24 hours before my death -6 am in the CHA- "Alright hunters, as you already know a major hell outbreak happend in 016.49" "7 teams will head out to bring 016- back to the family friendly place it was, its a C rated outbreak so that means all C ranked hunters to the west gate!" I hope someone will chose me, a leader maybe even a potential friend, I never was a good hunter I dont remember the game I played just that I woke up with no powers but exquisite weapon handling. Well weapons against demons never really did much but C rank demons can be killed by silver bullets easily, making me number 12 of the C Rank . Johnson, incarnation of the major hero tracer, who could move as fast as time came up to me "hey newbie, I heard from you kill of the B rank monster last week, wanna join my team" It wasnt the best team to join but sure a fun one, maybe I could permanently join them. Lets see. 8 hours before my death It seems that the outbreak spread into 017 and 015 the whole B rank got involved too 4 hours before my death We lost franklynn she died to a krow, a scary fusion of demon and crow ripping people apart in supersonic speed rank A. The situation is worse than we thought, much worse. It seems that the level keep increasing the HO has send an S rank to close the gate early, we havent heard of him yet. Appearently even an SS rank is on its way. 1 hour. A giant firestorm has broken out, entire team A and B has been wiped out, a lot of C ranks have managed to get away, our team is too far we cant go back now. 0 I felt the demons teeth ripping of my arm, i felt them inside of me, i felt everything at once. At least everything is over now. " *is it possible?* " Was that... a voice? Was that god? What was that? " *there you are* " Color flooded my sight, it seemed that the firestorm was over snow. Snow everywhere and a little floating device infront of me " *guardian... guardian? Eyes up guardian!* " How can i be alive? " *im a Ghost. Actually i'm your Ghost. And you... well you've been dead a long time.* " How long? " *in your time? About 12 years* " What are you? " *as i just told you, im a Ghost the traveler, sort of the machine that created me has send me, appearently even into another universe, its just me and you.* " It seemd that the demon gate has took over the whole 0. District and the demons are fighting against S ranks on the front since 12 years ive been dead I wonder how far we have come A weird looking stray demon appeared, we both scared to death, well again for me actually " *reach inside of you, deep down you will see a light, grasp it, use it* " My revolver, still in my hand exploded in fire, remodelled it burned as bright as the sun, not hurting me but making me feel powerfull, powerfull eneough to take on the world
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	Jeeeeeesus, check out that pathetic 'Mario' on the other side of the road. Running, jumping, and 'Wa-hoooo-ing' like a madman as he makes his way down the street... what an amateur. I don't mean to brag, it's just that I kinda lucked out when the super power lottery was being handed out. By my count there are a couple hundred of us who received our powers from the last video game we'd all played, but I was a bit of a hobbyist modder, and as a result, my game character was a tad... overpowered at the time I was granted all his powers. God mode, all weapons, unlimited ammo and many more. You name it, I probably had the power in my arsenal. I'm a bit of a bounty hunter in this new world full of video game powered heroes. People call me when one of my brethren get out of hand and the cops can't do jack shit to stop them. Right now I'm on a call to detain an 'incredibly annoying blue hedgehog', which I'm not exactly looking forward to, but a gig is a gig. The warehouse he'd been spotted at is just around this next corner and then I'll-- Oh crap... there's that Knight Solaire wannabe walking right towards me, and it's too late to change direction. Don't make eye contact, don't make eye contact... "Praise the sun, good sir!" I bellowed, trying my best to stay on his good side. "Fuck off," his muffled, echoing voice muttered as he passed by me without breaking his stride. That was about par for the course for how those interactions typically went for me. In fairness, the folks playing Dark Souls at the time of the event kind of got the short end of the stick. Their 'powers' include being incredibly somber and moody, invulnerability for a split second while rolling, and the 'gift' of being transformed into an undead husk of a human being when they die. I was there the first time one of them found a bonfire on the beach, but when they realized couldn't kindle it or restore their humanity no matter how hard they tried, they were extremely pissed. I guess if I were cursed to live for eternity as a grotesque creature that looked like a raisin that had been left out in the sun 200 years, I might be a little pissed as well. As I entered the warehouse, my worst fears were confirmed. A blue blur shot past me, shouting about how 'rad' he was, and knocking me over in the process. A life sized Sonic the Hedgehog reject stood over me wagging a finger at me as a grin crossed his distressingly human face. To be clear, you don't HAVE to dress up like the character you received your powers from, this goober just apparently really wanted to dress up as Sonic. And let me tell ya, you think the CGI movie Sonic was an atrocity? Imagine the horrors I'm seeing as this middle aged, obese man sprints around the warehouse completely nude aside from oodles of blue fur poorly glued to his body. The fur did not leave enough to the imagination, gonna need some serious eye bleach after this is over, that's all I'm saying. "You're too late, I'm outta here pal! Gotta go fast!" he shouted as he 'wound up' his legs and was off like a shot. "Okay," I shrugged, as I suddenly moved at light speed and caught up with him in an instant. "Goddamn speed hacker!" he shouted back at me as he took a hard turn to try and throw me off. Growing tired of chasing him, I surveyed my bevy of hundreds of fully loaded weapons, selected a concussion grenade launcher, aimed, fired and... missed him by a mile. Yeah, no aimbots for me... even I had to draw the line somewhere, I do have my personal moral code to follow, but sadly that code was coming back to bite me at the moment. As I missed, 'Sonic' slipped through the door, slamming it shut and locking it up tight behind him. "You're tooooo slow, dude!" he taunted me poorly through the window. Thoroughly annoyed at him by this point, I activated the last of my major powers, slipped through the wall, and tackled the blue freak to the ground without warning. "What the heck?!" he protested. "No clip," I growled into his ear as I tied up his hands and feet. One more degenerate off the streets, but I can't help feeling there had to be far worse 'heroes' and 'villains' out there. I mean, odds are that somebody had to have been playing Mortal Kombat just before the powers got handed out, didn't they? ___ Feel free to check out r/Ryter if you'd like to explore more of my stories (Dudes covered in blue hedgehog hair may be denied entry, but otherwise, all are welcome!)	"You cant even fight what even is your power?" - Sven, an old friend now chairman of the hunter superorganisation and Doom slayer incarnation Johnsons corpse was still fresh I couldnt keep my eyes away from it. Just as I turned around the demon lunged at me and tore of my arm "Im gonna die here, im gonna die for re-" Everything was black... just black " Is it possible?... " " there you are " 24 hours before my death -6 am in the CHA- "Alright hunters, as you already know a major hell outbreak happend in 016.49" "7 teams will head out to bring 016- back to the family friendly place it was, its a C rated outbreak so that means all C ranked hunters to the west gate!" I hope someone will chose me, a leader maybe even a potential friend, I never was a good hunter I dont remember the game I played just that I woke up with no powers but exquisite weapon handling. Well weapons against demons never really did much but C rank demons can be killed by silver bullets easily, making me number 12 of the C Rank . Johnson, incarnation of the major hero tracer, who could move as fast as time came up to me "hey newbie, I heard from you kill of the B rank monster last week, wanna join my team" It wasnt the best team to join but sure a fun one, maybe I could permanently join them. Lets see. 8 hours before my death It seems that the outbreak spread into 017 and 015 the whole B rank got involved too 4 hours before my death We lost franklynn she died to a krow, a scary fusion of demon and crow ripping people apart in supersonic speed rank A. The situation is worse than we thought, much worse. It seems that the level keep increasing the HO has send an S rank to close the gate early, we havent heard of him yet. Appearently even an SS rank is on its way. 1 hour. A giant firestorm has broken out, entire team A and B has been wiped out, a lot of C ranks have managed to get away, our team is too far we cant go back now. 0 I felt the demons teeth ripping of my arm, i felt them inside of me, i felt everything at once. At least everything is over now. " *is it possible?* " Was that... a voice? Was that god? What was that? " *there you are* " Color flooded my sight, it seemed that the firestorm was over snow. Snow everywhere and a little floating device infront of me " *guardian... guardian? Eyes up guardian!* " How can i be alive? " *im a Ghost. Actually i'm your Ghost. And you... well you've been dead a long time.* " How long? " *in your time? About 12 years* " What are you? " *as i just told you, im a Ghost the traveler, sort of the machine that created me has send me, appearently even into another universe, its just me and you.* " It seemd that the demon gate has took over the whole 0. District and the demons are fighting against S ranks on the front since 12 years ive been dead I wonder how far we have come A weird looking stray demon appeared, we both scared to death, well again for me actually " *reach inside of you, deep down you will see a light, grasp it, use it* " My revolver, still in my hand exploded in fire, remodelled it burned as bright as the sun, not hurting me but making me feel powerfull, powerfull eneough to take on the world
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	No one knew how a virus could spread like it did, ignoring firewalls and anti-virus programs. Scientists were furious that someone had apparently figured out how to make hacking in NCIS, Bones, CSI, and other forensic dramas into reality. Everyone who was affected, though, was thrilled, because the day the virus spread through the internet was the day that death no longer became permanent. Everyone respawned, though some faster than others. It was the day that superheroes were born. Or, rather, they liked to think of themselves as superheroes. Some people call them trolls...others call them mingebags. Really, they were just the stereotypical movie depiction of a jock or a Chad, except they were now powerful enough to really force their will on other people and get away with it. Some people had been playing sports games, and so the sports industry had quadrupled in size. Being able to perform the exact same super-powered kick every time was quite an advantage in football, for instance. However, most people I knew of with powers basically turned into super-soldiers overnight. Being able to run as fast as a car, jump higher than they were tall, and, most importantly, never run out of bullets, they patrolled the cities in gangs, shooting anyone who didn't give them the godly praise they craved. Other people had been playing fantasy games, and so were able to fight with magic or shouts. Others had been playing different kinds of shooters, and so had the occasional extra ability, like a double jump or grappling hook. Some people were literal superheroes, like Spider-Man, but these weren't nearly as common. The MMORPGers should have been a major threat to the trolls, but even in real life, they spent most of their time doing quests and fighting raids against other MMORPGs. World of Warcraft staged a huge war against Final Fantasy XIV and Final Fantasy XI while Star Trek Online and EVE Online fought gigantic space battles. Warframe players were some of the most powerful individuals, but as to be expected, spent most of their time gathering thousands of resources for a single new weapon that they only used for a short time before beginning the grind again. No one talked about the Diablo and Path of Exile players, who were almost as depressing as the Dark Souls players. All of them should have been overjoyed at the sheer amount of abilities that they had suddenly gained, but they thought the world was full of death and pain and suffering, and spent the majority of their time trudging through the streets in silence or waiting in therapists' offices. As could have been expected, many thousands were playing Minecraft. While they weren't quite as powerful as some, when they appeared, they did so in great numbers. They could demolish and rebuild a city in a single night, carry nearly 50,000 metric tons of materials, and, most importantly, punch trees into oblivion. Unfortunately, they often spent their time punching each other into oblivion or building houses out of dirt. For some reason, having the ability to build almost anything tended to lead people to do the same five things over and over again. All of my friends had gotten into into Fortnight and Apex Legends. I'd never had any interest in either, having spent most of my time playing simulation games or sandbox games. I enjoyed building things and being creative. I didn't like competition or shooters, and lost 20-to-1 every time I tried to play them. After the virus, though, I began to change. People said my powers were stupid because of what other people did with them. People said that I was a kid for enjoying playing by myself. People said I was pathetic and boring. People thought I was nothing compared to their infinite bullets or giant space ships, or space ninja powers. But I would show them. For while I had been playing Minecraft like many other people, I had also been playing with mods. One particular mod in particular, which was particularly interesting. One full of intrigue and secrets, one that allowed me to play with the very building blocks of matter and energy...through magic and science. One that had the potential to outshine everyone else. One that had the power to pull that which should have been unknowable into reality. One that would bring me to the deepest, darkest recesses of the universe. One that would allow me to see things that should have been unseen... ... ... ... For I had been playing Thaumcraft. ... ... ... ... ...I ͞w̵o̸u͟ld sho͡w th҉em.̀ Ḭ̰͔̥̱̳̗̊̿͆̅ͫ ͚̜͉̬̯̼́̾̓̃̏̏̈́̕w̢̦͓͖̣̺̰ͭ̌͐ͩͨ̾̔ȍ̴͔̪̻̻̯͓̟̇̃u̙̗̪ͪ̈́̊l͎͙͚̩̫ͥd҉͙̬͔̱̠ ̠̘̲̼̖̒ͭͫs̉̀̏̃h̨̠̯̼͍̠̦̅̒̔ͣo͈̬̼ͥ͂́͒̈́ͪw̜̫̘̿ͮ͠ tͯ̌̒ͯ͐̚҉͙͕̰̲̜̲͕̲͟h͍̜̬͖̼̩̟͖͆͑̐̔̎͗͒͜e̷̝̘̺̹̟̳͇̳ͯͫ́̉͊͌̕͜m̫̗̟̯̺̲̰̘̊̆̽͋ͭ̚ ą̢͉̬̥͕̗͍̣̜̐ͧ̔ͣ̈̒̈͗ͭ̀͘͠l̞̤̱̗̩̤͕͉̱̠͖̝̙͍̺̜̟ͪ̓ͨͭ͢͡l̾̔̇̽͑̆͂͒̆ͫ̏̎ͩ͐҉̢͔̝̮͚͈͖̝̲́.	So... I'm a girl.. Shocker I know alright? I mean allot of people are what I am. You just wouldn't be able to tell just by looking at me. I mean I still got some female parts,not that those were ever big and noticeable to begin with but at least they didn't disappear like most of my hair did. I got reddish eyes now too which is cool tough sometimes they turn to boring brown, I don't know what triggers it. Haven't had my period since this all started either. Mayby that was something the creators left out? I should have played another game. "No, that is where you're wrong!" I should have denied this opportunity. But I guess silly me didn't think of all the things that could go wrong. Silly me didn't realise the protagonist in the last game I played was THIS annoying. I think I just thought it was just another spam notification, and I guess it kinda was. 'you have been given the chance of a lifetime! Join L.I.F.E' I didn't even get the chance to choose the game I wanted, I just had to sign in with my steam account and I would receive something in the next 2 to 5 days. The hangman gambit that I had to mentally do to guess what it was should have been a warning. I didn't receive anything yet. Mayby it was just all a weird joke or mayby I am just having a very realistic dream or something. I just feel like I'm being watched all the time. The fact that my next door neighbor is growing a mustache all of the sudden and randomly yells this joyful laughter doesn't help either. Damn I need to sleep Or mayby I just have to wake up I don't know anymore...
Wow I didn't think it would blow up like this. Thank you so much kind stranger for my first ever silver. Freaking my first gold ever that is so awesome. Dont forget to show the great writers of this post some love also :)	[WP] A few thousand people around the world suddenly get superpowers based on the character of the last game they played. Highly valued by society you are the exception as everyone laughs at your inherited powers. The thing is, you modded the hell out of your character before this all happened.	So here’s the sitch: I totally do play video games. And no, I’m not one of those r/notliketheothergirls who insists I’m the only girl who games, or that I should receive all the sexual admiration for it. I’ve dabbled in just about everything - FPS, MMORPG, VR, PC, console, mobile, puzzles, survival, capture/collect, simulator, zombie, satire, first- second- and third-person open-world, linear, racing. Club Penguin. Any genre you name, I’ve probably tried it. Not any game, but any genre. So sue me if I’m partial to pastoral games. As if you never spent hours of your time creating the perfect face or the perfect house or the perfect life for some imaginary person. It’s addicting to be able to control just about every aspect, especially if you tweak the settings and gameplay options so you can reverse any negative unforeseen happenings that would bring chaos to your perfect little world. The thing is, when the Catalyst happened, I wasn’t just playing one game. I actually had two computers - my laptop and my old family desktop - running two different games. I know this sounds silly, but I really wanted to continue the epic saga I’d begun in The Sims 2 when I was in high school, now that I had finally downloaded The Sims 4. I skipped 3 because the drastic change in gameplay had been too much for me at the time. But after watching countless YouTubers take a crack at it, I was finally ready to give it another chance. Just, not without my OG family. Upfront, I don’t mod. I don’t know how, and frankly I’m scared to try. The last time I messed with the source code on anything, I ended up destroying my computer. So, no mods for me. It’s cool for other people to, and I’ll admit I laugh every time cabbages rain from the sky as Thomas the Tank Engine careens toward Solitude. But I’m afraid if I touch it, I’ll break it. And then my husband will break me (not really; he’s very kind). Now, I may not mod, but I also haven’t played Sims 2 without cheats enabled since I first installed the game. I don’t really know the cheat codes for Sims 4, yet, but I’m content to play it on vanilla for now. I mean, I was. I kinda haven’t touched it since that night. When everybody else started getting their powers, I was convinced I had been skipped over. I mean, what kind of powers do Sims have, anyway? My husband, bless him, had been playing Mass Effect: Andromeda. Now he can interface with his own personal AI, and has a lot of cool abilities with electronics and the like. It certainly helped get us out of our financial situation. That is, until I discovered what had been done to me. I don’t know how to explain to you exactly how unsettling it is to be sitting on a toilet when suddenly POOF confetti erupts around you. I definitely didn’t fall off the seat, but only because of the cramped space around the pot. I don’t know if I thought it was the ceiling collapsing, or that I was hallucinating, but it didn’t take more than a couple days to realize I was pregnant. A few days later, and I was a certifiable balloon. Newscasters and reporters were too busy with all the rest of the fallout to take note of me and my sudden predicament. In fact, the one journalist I did get in contact with laughed me off the phone. Luckily, my body was already a wasteland from years of inactivity and poor maintenance. I basically laid in bed for the duration of my pregnancy - a whopping week and a half. Then, I was fine. I popped right up and started taking care of my new baby. But she didn’t stay my baby for long. And she also didn’t stay alone. It seems that birth control isn’t a thing in the Sims: you woohoo for baby, you get a baby (eventually). Only irl, I didn’t have the ability to decide whether I wanted to get pregnant or not. If I had sex, there was a greater than 50% chance I’d get pregnant. And I like having sex with my husband. I’m sure you see where this is going. Now, I’m literally a baby-making machine, minus the metal parts. And since they are the product of what can only be described as magical fuckery, my brood of children has amassed into an army. That dumbass reporter really wishes she’d spoken to me now. Because of my specific circumstances, I’m also able to summon Death literally any time I want. And since we are best friends, Death will do my bidding if I ask nicely. Mostly I just ask Death to make sure my colony of offspring have room to grow, to thrive, and to make their own families. And also to spare me whenever I do something stupid, which I do quite a lot now that I’m basically invulnerable. Mauled by an animal? Ctrl+Shift+C maxmotives. Get hit by a car? Same thing! Am I worn out and exhausted? maxmotives, baby! I don’t sleep except to dream. I have gotten so much done since realizing my powers, and I’ve only scratched the surface of my potential. I discovered I can make a living selling designer babies - especially since I don’t have to have sex to make a baby, and I can literally make a baby with anyone. You want Orlando Bloom’s kid? No problem. Kristin Bell? I can do it in my sleep! And recently I discovered that I don’t actually have to wait the full week and a half to get the baby; I can Speed Up Pregnancy with nothing more than the desire! It takes maybe a day after that, although it is quite an ordeal. My husband is actually quite pissed at me, because we haven’t had sex in weeks since I made the discovery. But I think once I take a break from my new business, I’ll get back in his good graces with minimal effort. After all, I can afford literally anything he wants just by shouting, “motherlode!” But that annoyingly causes inflation, so I don’t do it often anymore. I gotta go now. Chris Hemsworth Jr. #7 is getting ready to claw his way out, and I need to have both hands free to brace myself for the birth. Toodles!	So... I'm a girl.. Shocker I know alright? I mean allot of people are what I am. You just wouldn't be able to tell just by looking at me. I mean I still got some female parts,not that those were ever big and noticeable to begin with but at least they didn't disappear like most of my hair did. I got reddish eyes now too which is cool tough sometimes they turn to boring brown, I don't know what triggers it. Haven't had my period since this all started either. Mayby that was something the creators left out? I should have played another game. "No, that is where you're wrong!" I should have denied this opportunity. But I guess silly me didn't think of all the things that could go wrong. Silly me didn't realise the protagonist in the last game I played was THIS annoying. I think I just thought it was just another spam notification, and I guess it kinda was. 'you have been given the chance of a lifetime! Join L.I.F.E' I didn't even get the chance to choose the game I wanted, I just had to sign in with my steam account and I would receive something in the next 2 to 5 days. The hangman gambit that I had to mentally do to guess what it was should have been a warning. I didn't receive anything yet. Mayby it was just all a weird joke or mayby I am just having a very realistic dream or something. I just feel like I'm being watched all the time. The fact that my next door neighbor is growing a mustache all of the sudden and randomly yells this joyful laughter doesn't help either. Damn I need to sleep Or mayby I just have to wake up I don't know anymore...

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