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[WP] You exit the mall, having just finished a shopping spree. You locate your car, but see that it has been crushed from above. Whatever crushed it is now gone. Luckily, you find a note: “I’m sorry that my time machine landed on your car. My agency will pay for repairs. Just call this number!” | This has to be a joke, right? Is Ashton hiding in the bushes somewhere? Does he still do that?
I stare at my pancaked automobile for a few more moments, getting more livid by the second.
It takes a few attempts to dial the number with my hand shaking, even more pissed that the number will probably be fake. What phone... | Jay punches in the number on your phone, feeling bewildered all throughout. Is this really happening? Was he really calling a time travel agency?
Well, whoever is on the phone picks up. No time to panic.
"Hello?" goes a female voice.
"Yeah, hey," he says. "Um, I came back from tennis to find my-"
"Car *crashed... | |
[WP] You exit the mall, having just finished a shopping spree. You locate your car, but see that it has been crushed from above. Whatever crushed it is now gone. Luckily, you find a note: “I’m sorry that my time machine landed on your car. My agency will pay for repairs. Just call this number!” | This has to be a joke, right? Is Ashton hiding in the bushes somewhere? Does he still do that?
I stare at my pancaked automobile for a few more moments, getting more livid by the second.
It takes a few attempts to dial the number with my hand shaking, even more pissed that the number will probably be fake. What phone... |
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It was a pretty good massage, I liked my new shoes, and I was feeling great until I got out the parking lot. ... | |
[WP] You exit the mall, having just finished a shopping spree. You locate your car, but see that it has been crushed from above. Whatever crushed it is now gone. Luckily, you find a note: “I’m sorry that my time machine landed on your car. My agency will pay for repairs. Just call this number!” | Okay I told myself, this must be some sort of prank.
I dialed the number into my phone.
"Hello! Time Cleaners, how may I help you?" Said the voice on the other line.
"Uh... hi, someone crushed my car and said their time machine landed in it?", I said.
"Oh we are very sorry to hear that. Wait just one mom-"
"Do yo... | “Case number?”
“I don’t- I’m not sure, I don’t think I have one, my car got crushed, and this card-”
“Please hold.” The voice on the other end of the phone droned as though a machine trying to emulate human speech had given up trying to sound convincingly human altogether, then had gone to work at the DMV for 2... | |
[WP] You exit the mall, having just finished a shopping spree. You locate your car, but see that it has been crushed from above. Whatever crushed it is now gone. Luckily, you find a note: “I’m sorry that my time machine landed on your car. My agency will pay for repairs. Just call this number!” | "Dinosaur insurance? I haven't got no dinosaur insurance! Why would I ever..." Jonathan screamed into the phone.
"Sir, please do remain civil." 'Tammy' replied cheerfully. "As I mentioned before, dinosaur insurance is mandatory for all time-travelling passengers. No crushed limbs, vehicles or belongings can be refund... | **1**
You return to where you‘re certain you parked, but all that’s in the bay is a pile of jagged metal that looks like it needs ironing out.
There’s a note stuck to the front of the silvery wreck. It has your name on it: *So sorry my time machine landed on your car! Agency will sort out repairs. Just call this numb... | |
[WP] You exit the mall, having just finished a shopping spree. You locate your car, but see that it has been crushed from above. Whatever crushed it is now gone. Luckily, you find a note: “I’m sorry that my time machine landed on your car. My agency will pay for repairs. Just call this number!” | I call the number and I hear gargling. "Excuse me?" I say. There's a pause. Then ...
"Oh! A human! It's been so long since I've talked to a human. What are crisps like? Are they different now? I'm sorry, I'm just so excited!"
"Uh, hi," I say. "I'm calling for a car repair. A ... time machine crushed it, apparently."
... | "What the fuck...?" I placed my groceries on the floor and approached my car.
Wrecked. Absolutely wrecked.
If I had to guess, I would say an elephant stepped on my car. But I knew that was not possible in San Francisco Safeway parking lot. Little did I know, the note on my car was suggesting something far more imagi... | |
[WP] You have the power of invulnerability. Due to this the government has become scared of what you're capable of and calls you regularly to "test" you're durability. First it were small explosives and weapons but now things have gone way far | You know, I used to be ok with this. I made money, they couldn't kill me, and it was over within a few seconds. At least, when it was something small...ish like a bullet, or a machete. I would get a small bruise from the bullet but it went away quite quickly. Same with the machete. They kept testing various weapons and... | For a few million dollars each time, the government would bring me to their research facility and do a number of tests on me.
Unlike others, I'm bestowed the gift of being overpowered as heck.
I first notice these peculiarities of mine when I was visiting a beach. I was chilling on the beach when suddenly the water m... | |
[WP] You have the power of invulnerability. Due to this the government has become scared of what you're capable of and calls you regularly to "test" you're durability. First it were small explosives and weapons but now things have gone way far | You know, I used to be ok with this. I made money, they couldn't kill me, and it was over within a few seconds. At least, when it was something small...ish like a bullet, or a machete. I would get a small bruise from the bullet but it went away quite quickly. Same with the machete. They kept testing various weapons and... | I'm 'Invulnerable' that's the term they give it. I don't think that's quite right though, invulnerable implies invincibility but I can still age, I can still get tired and still get depressed I also seem to be 'invulnerable' to gasses and such. I've lived with this 'condition' for my entire life. I would have loved to ... | |
[WP] You have the power of invulnerability. Due to this the government has become scared of what you're capable of and calls you regularly to "test" you're durability. First it were small explosives and weapons but now things have gone way far | You know, I used to be ok with this. I made money, they couldn't kill me, and it was over within a few seconds. At least, when it was something small...ish like a bullet, or a machete. I would get a small bruise from the bullet but it went away quite quickly. Same with the machete. They kept testing various weapons and... | You know, waking up once a week to a secret base in the middle of nowhere just to be nuked into nothing was getting pretty old.
Ever since I was a child I had a strange knack for not getting hurt. I never cried whenever I was dropped by my mother, I never screamed when I should have had my body crushed when I ran in ... | |
[WP] Humans have been broadcasting messages into space for years. In 2022, a message arrives from Trappist-1e, saying "STOP TRANSMITTING OR THEY WILL HEAR YOU." This message departed from the planet a decade ago. An unknown large object is heading to Earth, currently near Pluto. | “THEY WILL HEAR YOU.”
I haven’t had a moment of peace since that message. The last few days I’ve been watching a large UFO get closer to earth. My nails are bit down to the quick as what seems to be our imminent demise advances. At this point, the object is near enough that amateur stargazers can look up in the night ... | I was scared. I had never been more scared. My hands trembled and my mouth gaped open. The sheer terror of that moment is something I’ll never forget. The dizzying sensations running up my spine made me dry heave and I passed out only to come to an hour or so later staring at the under side of my toilet. How could this... | |
[WP] Humans have been broadcasting messages into space for years. In 2022, a message arrives from Trappist-1e, saying "STOP TRANSMITTING OR THEY WILL HEAR YOU." This message departed from the planet a decade ago. An unknown large object is heading to Earth, currently near Pluto. | After ten years, we are finally about to do it.
I remember when the message came in, when our radios picked it up. I remember John's crew frantically recording it, the weeks of editing the clip to be clearer, more precise. After that, it was passed off to the translation team. At the time, it was just me, Marsha, and... | I was scared. I had never been more scared. My hands trembled and my mouth gaped open. The sheer terror of that moment is something I’ll never forget. The dizzying sensations running up my spine made me dry heave and I passed out only to come to an hour or so later staring at the under side of my toilet. How could this... | |
[WP] Humans have been broadcasting messages into space for years. In 2022, a message arrives from Trappist-1e, saying "STOP TRANSMITTING OR THEY WILL HEAR YOU." This message departed from the planet a decade ago. An unknown large object is heading to Earth, currently near Pluto. | In the late 70’s, the “Aquarius Signal” became a worldwide sensation overnight. It was the first time humanity received a signal that seemed clearly extraterrestrial, clearly artificial, and clearly repeating.
The signal wasn’t very complex. In fact, it was so similar to terrestrial signals that skeptics didn’t believ... | I was scared. I had never been more scared. My hands trembled and my mouth gaped open. The sheer terror of that moment is something I’ll never forget. The dizzying sensations running up my spine made me dry heave and I passed out only to come to an hour or so later staring at the under side of my toilet. How could this... | |
[WP] Humans have been broadcasting messages into space for years. In 2022, a message arrives from Trappist-1e, saying "STOP TRANSMITTING OR THEY WILL HEAR YOU." This message departed from the planet a decade ago. An unknown large object is heading to Earth, currently near Pluto. | In the late 70’s, the “Aquarius Signal” became a worldwide sensation overnight. It was the first time humanity received a signal that seemed clearly extraterrestrial, clearly artificial, and clearly repeating.
The signal wasn’t very complex. In fact, it was so similar to terrestrial signals that skeptics didn’t believ... | When they came it was without fanfare. There were no dire reports on the news. There was no panic in the streets. There were no grand displays of power and might. There were no glitzy Hollywood entries into our atmosphere. One day it just happened. The skies were black and the power was out. In that deep all encompassi... | |
[WP] Humans have been broadcasting messages into space for years. In 2022, a message arrives from Trappist-1e, saying "STOP TRANSMITTING OR THEY WILL HEAR YOU." This message departed from the planet a decade ago. An unknown large object is heading to Earth, currently near Pluto. | It was some time after the object first appeared that it stopped. It hung there, beside Saturn, having traversed the distance between Pluto and it’s current position in the space of a week without turning into energy.
All laws of physics had been proven bunk in this moment. Now, the world went about its business, tryi... | When they came it was without fanfare. There were no dire reports on the news. There was no panic in the streets. There were no grand displays of power and might. There were no glitzy Hollywood entries into our atmosphere. One day it just happened. The skies were black and the power was out. In that deep all encompassi... | |
[WP] Humans have been broadcasting messages into space for years. In 2022, a message arrives from Trappist-1e, saying "STOP TRANSMITTING OR THEY WILL HEAR YOU." This message departed from the planet a decade ago. An unknown large object is heading to Earth, currently near Pluto. | “Where they fucked up, see, was thinking they’re privileged or something.” McDevitt took another hit on her ever disappearing joint. “They always thought First Contact – with capital letters, mind you – would be beamed right to them.”
“Like straight to their computers or something?”
“Beamed straight up their asses fo... | I am the keeper of our world's greatest secret.
I still remember the day. It had begun with a statement. "John, you're going to want to see this".
I leant over the table, my temples throbbing. Years spent poring over the message. The modern "wow" signal - the First Contact. The first time that the tendrils of the uni... | |
[WP] In the midst of combat, the villain watches in terror, as the hero swallows an entire roast chicken and two cheese wheels at once. | The wet hand went back into the enormous rucksack, readying a full ham and a coarse cloth bag of uncooked beans. A glint in the eye said the hero knew the fight was soon won.
The villain, a tic beginning to form in their immaculate face, spoke the word HALT.
"How," they said, storming over to the now-frozen bulwark, ... | Oh I have the two perfect characters for this.
Shu was blasting Adam with powerful beams of darkness. Adam quickly grabbed onto him and pulled him down onto the ground. Shu scoffed before he looked up at Adam as he downed a Full fucking rotisserie chicken and two cheese wheels.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” Shu yell... | |
[WP] In the midst of combat, the villain watches in terror, as the hero swallows an entire roast chicken and two cheese wheels at once. | The wet hand went back into the enormous rucksack, readying a full ham and a coarse cloth bag of uncooked beans. A glint in the eye said the hero knew the fight was soon won.
The villain, a tic beginning to form in their immaculate face, spoke the word HALT.
"How," they said, storming over to the now-frozen bulwark, ... |
“What kind of woman are you?”
The hero finished the impromptu meal with a loud belch.
“A hungry one!” The hero lunged forward and the villain parried the strike. The clangs of steel continued to ring in the small laboratory. The hero noticed the villain’s attacks were slower and kept more rigid in his guard stan... | |
[WP] In the midst of combat, the villain watches in terror, as the hero swallows an entire roast chicken and two cheese wheels at once. | "I''ve come here to vanquish you, as you have done so to the innocent!"
"You? I've... heard of you, I suppose"
"Ahah! Have you heard of my incredible feats then, such as the slaying of a dragon, the destroying of evil capitals?!"
"Not really, no. I've more of your 'slaying of banquets', your 'destroying of lunche... | Through his slashes and swings,
I countered and parried.
He couldn't hit a thing
And was getting quiet weary.
I swung back with my sword towards his side
And struck him so deep, I'd thought he died.
Alas, he lived, and kept swinging and slew,
But was too weak, and so he withdrew.
No where to run, no advantage t... | |
[WP] In the midst of combat, the villain watches in terror, as the hero swallows an entire roast chicken and two cheese wheels at once. | "Do you... Do you want an antacid or something?" Dr. Malediction lowered his death ray and stepped away from the doomsday console, ponderously scratching the base of his pale skull. "That cannot have been healthy."
"Be silent, villain. Your lies will not make me stray from my mission!" The White Knight raged, his hand... | Vindicator stood watching in awe as Cpt Justice flew down.
This was Vindicator’s first week as a villain. And just his luck to run into the greatest superhero in their town.
The immaculate costume, bright eyes, the square jaw, the cape flying in the wind as Cpt. Justice landed was a sight to behold.
Vindicator th... | |
[WP] In the midst of combat, the villain watches in terror, as the hero swallows an entire roast chicken and two cheese wheels at once. | I felt the presence of the man long before he reached my chambers. I could faintly hear the noises of him fighting my fellow fallen warriors within the crypt. As he entered my chambers, I waited until he would be able to see my coffin, then made my move. I blew the lid off my coffin and stood. My movements were precise... | Vindicator stood watching in awe as Cpt Justice flew down.
This was Vindicator’s first week as a villain. And just his luck to run into the greatest superhero in their town.
The immaculate costume, bright eyes, the square jaw, the cape flying in the wind as Cpt. Justice landed was a sight to behold.
Vindicator th... | |
[WP] In the midst of combat, the villain watches in terror, as the hero swallows an entire roast chicken and two cheese wheels at once. | I felt the presence of the man long before he reached my chambers. I could faintly hear the noises of him fighting my fellow fallen warriors within the crypt. As he entered my chambers, I waited until he would be able to see my coffin, then made my move. I blew the lid off my coffin and stood. My movements were precise... | _"So Ser Beren, you said he ate 2 cheese wheels and a whole roast chicken while trying to fight you?"_
"YES! I didn't even know they had the bodies for that. One minute I was slicing him to ribbons and the next he gobbled down a whole wheel of cheese, and then another without blinking... _and then_ he pulled out the c... | |
[WP] In the midst of combat, the villain watches in terror, as the hero swallows an entire roast chicken and two cheese wheels at once. | “And now for the finishing blow, I Fishmonger will gut you and put an end to your heroic deeds.” Fishmonger raised his hook, aiming it at the cut on the hero’s stomach, only to watch in horror as Festivica did not block the attack. Instead, they unhinged their jaw, reaching for something in the pocket of their suit.
... | I was amused when I saw him, for the first time. His wide face, rosy with drink. His huge belly, stretching the seams of his shirt. He was sitting at a table in a dingy bar, alone, drinking wine by the cupful. Before him was heaped tons of food. Some of it, already bitten into; a great deal, yet untouched. Beside him s... | |
[WP] In the midst of combat, the villain watches in terror, as the hero swallows an entire roast chicken and two cheese wheels at once. | "Do you... Do you want an antacid or something?" Dr. Malediction lowered his death ray and stepped away from the doomsday console, ponderously scratching the base of his pale skull. "That cannot have been healthy."
"Be silent, villain. Your lies will not make me stray from my mission!" The White Knight raged, his hand... | I was amused when I saw him, for the first time. His wide face, rosy with drink. His huge belly, stretching the seams of his shirt. He was sitting at a table in a dingy bar, alone, drinking wine by the cupful. Before him was heaped tons of food. Some of it, already bitten into; a great deal, yet untouched. Beside him s... | |
[WP] In the midst of combat, the villain watches in terror, as the hero swallows an entire roast chicken and two cheese wheels at once. | I felt the presence of the man long before he reached my chambers. I could faintly hear the noises of him fighting my fellow fallen warriors within the crypt. As he entered my chambers, I waited until he would be able to see my coffin, then made my move. I blew the lid off my coffin and stood. My movements were precise... | I was amused when I saw him, for the first time. His wide face, rosy with drink. His huge belly, stretching the seams of his shirt. He was sitting at a table in a dingy bar, alone, drinking wine by the cupful. Before him was heaped tons of food. Some of it, already bitten into; a great deal, yet untouched. Beside him s... | |
[WP] In the midst of combat, the villain watches in terror, as the hero swallows an entire roast chicken and two cheese wheels at once. | "Do you... Do you want an antacid or something?" Dr. Malediction lowered his death ray and stepped away from the doomsday console, ponderously scratching the base of his pale skull. "That cannot have been healthy."
"Be silent, villain. Your lies will not make me stray from my mission!" The White Knight raged, his hand... | “And now for the finishing blow, I Fishmonger will gut you and put an end to your heroic deeds.” Fishmonger raised his hook, aiming it at the cut on the hero’s stomach, only to watch in horror as Festivica did not block the attack. Instead, they unhinged their jaw, reaching for something in the pocket of their suit.
... | |
[WP] In the midst of combat, the villain watches in terror, as the hero swallows an entire roast chicken and two cheese wheels at once. | I felt the presence of the man long before he reached my chambers. I could faintly hear the noises of him fighting my fellow fallen warriors within the crypt. As he entered my chambers, I waited until he would be able to see my coffin, then made my move. I blew the lid off my coffin and stood. My movements were precise... | “And now for the finishing blow, I Fishmonger will gut you and put an end to your heroic deeds.” Fishmonger raised his hook, aiming it at the cut on the hero’s stomach, only to watch in horror as Festivica did not block the attack. Instead, they unhinged their jaw, reaching for something in the pocket of their suit.
... | |
[WP] In the midst of combat, the villain watches in terror, as the hero swallows an entire roast chicken and two cheese wheels at once. | I felt the presence of the man long before he reached my chambers. I could faintly hear the noises of him fighting my fellow fallen warriors within the crypt. As he entered my chambers, I waited until he would be able to see my coffin, then made my move. I blew the lid off my coffin and stood. My movements were precise... | "Do you... Do you want an antacid or something?" Dr. Malediction lowered his death ray and stepped away from the doomsday console, ponderously scratching the base of his pale skull. "That cannot have been healthy."
"Be silent, villain. Your lies will not make me stray from my mission!" The White Knight raged, his hand... | |
[WP] You are an all-powerful warlord, unmatched in your strength. Today a lowly knight challenged you in your throne room and died with a single strike. Suddenly you feel dizzy, and you're back in your throne. The same knight walks in, and dodges your first swing. | It was probably the tenth time that the pup in mismatched armor with a dented shield and that shabby excuse for a blade screamed "Die Destroyer!" that I realized that I was going to be doing this for a while. So I stopped the fight. Dropped my sword, held my hands up and just like that-
-I'm sitting in my throne again... | (First time writing here, so here goes.)
My sword slammed into the ground, leaving a large gash in the stone floor of my throne room, the clang if metal echoing throughout. The somewhat meek-looking knight seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and threw out a poorly performed thrust with his blade, which left him off ba... | |
[WP] The human entrance onto the galactic stage has made the job of bounty hunters and assassins difficult: If a target has befriended a human, the human must be killed also. For a human bereaved is the most terrifying of sapients, and ancestors help those who disregard this. | ”No–” Tithax breathed out, back pressed against the cold metal wall of the hall he stood in, and tredapidation clearly evident in his voice. ”...that can’t be.”
The source of the Djokrian’s distress laid shattered in endless bits and pieces on the otherwise pristine floor. A seemingly oversized cog had flown a bit far... | "Alright wannabes, this is the final section in the Bounty Hunter Licensing Course. You've made it this far and now we get to the good stuff. Target "etiquette". More precisely, the dos and don'ts of the job. We'll start with Humans. Any questions before we start?"
"Yeah, as a human, do I really need this part?"
"Rig... | |
[WP] The human entrance onto the galactic stage has made the job of bounty hunters and assassins difficult: If a target has befriended a human, the human must be killed also. For a human bereaved is the most terrifying of sapients, and ancestors help those who disregard this. | Elias, of the planet Turmos, had lived a long, healthy life as a bounty hunter. His name had traveled through the galaxy as half-living legend, half-myth, and there was not many of his species who did not know his tale. They would carry on his story. Yet, his long and healthy life (half of an average humans due to the ... | "Price By The Head Hotlines, how may I help?" I answered the phone. As a veteran call centre of the galaxy's biggest Assassination agency, my voice of course carried with it both authority and a soothing politeness that washed the other party with awe and respect.
"I need a guy dead."
I listened hard. The voice was d... | |
[WP] The human entrance onto the galactic stage has made the job of bounty hunters and assassins difficult: If a target has befriended a human, the human must be killed also. For a human bereaved is the most terrifying of sapients, and ancestors help those who disregard this. | “I still don't get it.”
“Ok, let's try again. You've heard of 'anger', right?”
“I've read about it.”
“And you've heard of 'revenge'.”
“I mean... I know the word.”
“But you don't really understand it.”
“Of course not, who could? Humans have lots of emotional quirks that no other species comprehends.”
“Tell me wha... | "Hey Marv, quick question."
"Yeah Steve?", Marv responded.
"So, what's the deal with these 2-for-1's we've been getting. These kill orders all have been stating to kill the companion human. Well, why do we have to knock off the target and their pet, seems kind of weird, don't you think?", Steve asked.
Marv replied... | |
[WP] For years we've tracked the asteroid that will hit Earth. People ready to face a post-apocalyptic world have moved to the opposite side; anyone who'd rather go out with a bang has come to the impact area. But in the final days, it turns out the estimated impact time was wrong by 12 hours. | When Earth found out about the asteroid that was headed towards it, it responded in ways just as shitty and amazing as you might expect. Those with fortunes bought tickets to the safe side and those with airlines who could take thousands across every single day for free instead sold tickets to the highest bidder. On th... | Sofia strolled down a side street in Dundalk, taking in the smell of the newly planted roses, the sun beaming off the windows, the sounds of a party that was well under way. It was going to be the best and last day of her life and it would be perfect. Or so she thought until she walked past a TV showing the news. Twelv... | |
[WP] Modern celebrities aren't real. They're folk characters, like Santa Claus or ancient gods. They rely on their fame to live; the less they're paid attention to, the weaker they get. | *Immortals do not die, but the fate in store for them is almost crueler than death. In time, when they have been forgotten, they all wind up here. The has-beens. The discarded. The forgotten.*
*This is Reliquary. Location-wise, it isn't anywhere in particular, at least nowhere that one can reach on foot, or by car or ... | Betty White is incredibly lucky. Fucking Morgan Freeman, too. These are the pinnacles of our modern world, and those two are so firmly stuck in the public consciousness that they'll probably *never* die.
Of course I'm bitter. I'm also wrong, because not one of us is so privileged enough to exist for more than a short... | |
[removed] | [WP] You're a truck driver and thanks to whatever, you accidentally ran over a high schooler. In the aftermath of the incident, a representative from "another universe" shows up to thank you for "bringing their savior to them". | I was driving along the highway minding my own business when out from the bushes sprang a man -- a roadrunner -- my hand had barely reached the emergency brake and my foot on the brake pedal was barely pressed when I felt the impact as a little jolt, like the ones you get from speed breakers. Immediately my eyes search... | I grew up hearing about truck-kun and how he brings people to another world, how he saves them from the mediocrity of their lives and brings them on a grand adventure. I read, heard and watched stories and I knew that truck-kun kills. I knew, and yet it didn’t matter, because the story wasn’t focused on it.
It ... |
[WP] Every year, the richest person in America is declared the "Winner of Capitalism". They get a badge, and all of their wealth is donated to charity, so they have to start back up at $0. | Turns out that landing America in the hands of the extreme left required a set of very stupid mistakes, like allowing a president to old to survive to the end of his term to get elected, thinning your base by short term profiteering form a pandemic, allowing morons to become judges and so on. At some point it was like ... | On a rainy dark night, a shadow was rushing on a street paved with wet raindrops.
It was a masked young man at around 25. Thin, tall with a pair of heavy frame glasses. On his right hand holds a shiny white revolver. The stainless steel body showed a shine as pale as the man's skin around the eyes, as the others are ... | |
[WP] Every year, the richest person in America is declared the "Winner of Capitalism". They get a badge, and all of their wealth is donated to charity, so they have to start back up at $0. | "Mr. President, this may be the stupidest decision you've ever made."
"What do you mean, my dear Amber?"
"My name is Arnold, and I mean that this "Winner of Capitalism" idea has caused the country to unite... against you. Navy Vets have seised several museum ships, most notably USS Wisconsin in Norfolk and USS Iowa i... | On a rainy dark night, a shadow was rushing on a street paved with wet raindrops.
It was a masked young man at around 25. Thin, tall with a pair of heavy frame glasses. On his right hand holds a shiny white revolver. The stainless steel body showed a shine as pale as the man's skin around the eyes, as the others are ... | |
[WP] Every year, the richest person in America is declared the "Winner of Capitalism". They get a badge, and all of their wealth is donated to charity, so they have to start back up at $0. | This produces a large incentive not to be the richest person. Most people like good food, comfortable living etc. The incentive here is much stronger than it would be if you just removed 99% of their wealth. (Most people really don't want to be homeless and desperate.)
People rushing to not be the richest. Sometimes b... | On a rainy dark night, a shadow was rushing on a street paved with wet raindrops.
It was a masked young man at around 25. Thin, tall with a pair of heavy frame glasses. On his right hand holds a shiny white revolver. The stainless steel body showed a shine as pale as the man's skin around the eyes, as the others are ... | |
[WP] Every year, the richest person in America is declared the "Winner of Capitalism". They get a badge, and all of their wealth is donated to charity, so they have to start back up at $0. | "Sir, this is a deadlock, why don't you simply send the funds elsewhere?"
Rory, fearful for his employment, asked his boss.
"Because Rory," Mansfield replied, "I want to see him go down. It's...a matter of humanity." He leaned back in his chair, the simultaneously first and second richest man on the planet, and hit t... | On a rainy dark night, a shadow was rushing on a street paved with wet raindrops.
It was a masked young man at around 25. Thin, tall with a pair of heavy frame glasses. On his right hand holds a shiny white revolver. The stainless steel body showed a shine as pale as the man's skin around the eyes, as the others are ... | |
[WP] Every year, the richest person in America is declared the "Winner of Capitalism". They get a badge, and all of their wealth is donated to charity, so they have to start back up at $0. | Ted looked at the light peering out from underneath tall, red curtains. All he wanted was to not look too stupid, too dumbfounded. He’d seen previous winners, after all.
Staff busied about backstage, moving in dizzying swoops around him. They pulled at his hair, undoing knots baked into his scalp and massaging t... | On a rainy dark night, a shadow was rushing on a street paved with wet raindrops.
It was a masked young man at around 25. Thin, tall with a pair of heavy frame glasses. On his right hand holds a shiny white revolver. The stainless steel body showed a shine as pale as the man's skin around the eyes, as the others are ... | |
[WP] Every year, the richest person in America is declared the "Winner of Capitalism". They get a badge, and all of their wealth is donated to charity, so they have to start back up at $0. | Excerpt from “The Long Winter: a Memoir of the US during the Zero Day years”
And thus began the races, every year in December billions of dollars would be spill into overseas corporations. At least those held in trust by foreign persons alleged to exist. The only reason it wasn’t hundreds of billions is that the US si... | On a rainy dark night, a shadow was rushing on a street paved with wet raindrops.
It was a masked young man at around 25. Thin, tall with a pair of heavy frame glasses. On his right hand holds a shiny white revolver. The stainless steel body showed a shine as pale as the man's skin around the eyes, as the others are ... | |
[WP] Every year, the richest person in America is declared the "Winner of Capitalism". They get a badge, and all of their wealth is donated to charity, so they have to start back up at $0. | A drop of sweat rolled down Gunther's temple.
Tuning into the annual Capitalist Awards, he sat alone in his office late into the evening. Mallmart had a good fiscal year, a little too good. In the past few years, the company had always coasted steadily into upper echelons of the Fortune 500, but they were far and away... | On a rainy dark night, a shadow was rushing on a street paved with wet raindrops.
It was a masked young man at around 25. Thin, tall with a pair of heavy frame glasses. On his right hand holds a shiny white revolver. The stainless steel body showed a shine as pale as the man's skin around the eyes, as the others are ... | |
[WP] Every year, the richest person in America is declared the "Winner of Capitalism". They get a badge, and all of their wealth is donated to charity, so they have to start back up at $0. | This produces a large incentive not to be the richest person. Most people like good food, comfortable living etc. The incentive here is much stronger than it would be if you just removed 99% of their wealth. (Most people really don't want to be homeless and desperate.)
People rushing to not be the richest. Sometimes b... | Turns out that landing America in the hands of the extreme left required a set of very stupid mistakes, like allowing a president to old to survive to the end of his term to get elected, thinning your base by short term profiteering form a pandemic, allowing morons to become judges and so on. At some point it was like ... | |
[WP] Every year, the richest person in America is declared the "Winner of Capitalism". They get a badge, and all of their wealth is donated to charity, so they have to start back up at $0. | "Sir, this is a deadlock, why don't you simply send the funds elsewhere?"
Rory, fearful for his employment, asked his boss.
"Because Rory," Mansfield replied, "I want to see him go down. It's...a matter of humanity." He leaned back in his chair, the simultaneously first and second richest man on the planet, and hit t... | Dear Long-Lost Cousin,
Well...Where do I start?
My name is Xavier Grandmull, I'm 27, and I am the world's shortest-lived Trillionaire.
Now you're probably saying to yourself; '*Wow that's a lot of money!*' or '*Shortest lived? what did he spend it all?!*'
Well no no no, I didn't spend it, I gave it all to charity!
... | |
[WP] Every year, the richest person in America is declared the "Winner of Capitalism". They get a badge, and all of their wealth is donated to charity, so they have to start back up at $0. | Ted looked at the light peering out from underneath tall, red curtains. All he wanted was to not look too stupid, too dumbfounded. He’d seen previous winners, after all.
Staff busied about backstage, moving in dizzying swoops around him. They pulled at his hair, undoing knots baked into his scalp and massaging t... | Dear Long-Lost Cousin,
Well...Where do I start?
My name is Xavier Grandmull, I'm 27, and I am the world's shortest-lived Trillionaire.
Now you're probably saying to yourself; '*Wow that's a lot of money!*' or '*Shortest lived? what did he spend it all?!*'
Well no no no, I didn't spend it, I gave it all to charity!
... | |
[WP] Every year, the richest person in America is declared the "Winner of Capitalism". They get a badge, and all of their wealth is donated to charity, so they have to start back up at $0. | Excerpt from “The Long Winter: a Memoir of the US during the Zero Day years”
And thus began the races, every year in December billions of dollars would be spill into overseas corporations. At least those held in trust by foreign persons alleged to exist. The only reason it wasn’t hundreds of billions is that the US si... | Dear Long-Lost Cousin,
Well...Where do I start?
My name is Xavier Grandmull, I'm 27, and I am the world's shortest-lived Trillionaire.
Now you're probably saying to yourself; '*Wow that's a lot of money!*' or '*Shortest lived? what did he spend it all?!*'
Well no no no, I didn't spend it, I gave it all to charity!
... | |
[WP] Every year, the richest person in America is declared the "Winner of Capitalism". They get a badge, and all of their wealth is donated to charity, so they have to start back up at $0. | A drop of sweat rolled down Gunther's temple.
Tuning into the annual Capitalist Awards, he sat alone in his office late into the evening. Mallmart had a good fiscal year, a little too good. In the past few years, the company had always coasted steadily into upper echelons of the Fortune 500, but they were far and away... | Dear Long-Lost Cousin,
Well...Where do I start?
My name is Xavier Grandmull, I'm 27, and I am the world's shortest-lived Trillionaire.
Now you're probably saying to yourself; '*Wow that's a lot of money!*' or '*Shortest lived? what did he spend it all?!*'
Well no no no, I didn't spend it, I gave it all to charity!
... | |
[WP] Every year, the richest person in America is declared the "Winner of Capitalism". They get a badge, and all of their wealth is donated to charity, so they have to start back up at $0. | Excerpt from “The Long Winter: a Memoir of the US during the Zero Day years”
And thus began the races, every year in December billions of dollars would be spill into overseas corporations. At least those held in trust by foreign persons alleged to exist. The only reason it wasn’t hundreds of billions is that the US si... | It was only the second week of philanthropic bidding. But Phillip had already burned through the allotted 20% that his accountant set aside in this “race to the bottom” that America’s wealthiest absolutely must play, once a year, or risk absolute destitution.
Phillip Stone, owner and current CEO of Americawide Insuran... | |
[WP] Every year, the richest person in America is declared the "Winner of Capitalism". They get a badge, and all of their wealth is donated to charity, so they have to start back up at $0. | A drop of sweat rolled down Gunther's temple.
Tuning into the annual Capitalist Awards, he sat alone in his office late into the evening. Mallmart had a good fiscal year, a little too good. In the past few years, the company had always coasted steadily into upper echelons of the Fortune 500, but they were far and away... | It was only the second week of philanthropic bidding. But Phillip had already burned through the allotted 20% that his accountant set aside in this “race to the bottom” that America’s wealthiest absolutely must play, once a year, or risk absolute destitution.
Phillip Stone, owner and current CEO of Americawide Insuran... | |
[WP] Every year, the richest person in America is declared the "Winner of Capitalism". They get a badge, and all of their wealth is donated to charity, so they have to start back up at $0. | A drop of sweat rolled down Gunther's temple.
Tuning into the annual Capitalist Awards, he sat alone in his office late into the evening. Mallmart had a good fiscal year, a little too good. In the past few years, the company had always coasted steadily into upper echelons of the Fortune 500, but they were far and away... | Excerpt from “The Long Winter: a Memoir of the US during the Zero Day years”
And thus began the races, every year in December billions of dollars would be spill into overseas corporations. At least those held in trust by foreign persons alleged to exist. The only reason it wasn’t hundreds of billions is that the US si... | |
[WP] Every year, the richest person in America is declared the "Winner of Capitalism". They get a badge, and all of their wealth is donated to charity, so they have to start back up at $0. | A drop of sweat rolled down Gunther's temple.
Tuning into the annual Capitalist Awards, he sat alone in his office late into the evening. Mallmart had a good fiscal year, a little too good. In the past few years, the company had always coasted steadily into upper echelons of the Fortune 500, but they were far and away... | “I started my business with 0 dollars to my name and have rebuilt this empire by the sweat of my brows”Jeremy said.
The audience had clapped in awe as they cheered his genius as he was awarded the best businessman of the year award. The night had been one filled with accolades, champagne and pats on the back. With p... | |
[WP] Every year, the richest person in America is declared the "Winner of Capitalism". They get a badge, and all of their wealth is donated to charity, so they have to start back up at $0. | Roederick Douglass. Asuka Sato. Carla Sanchez. Phillip Reed. Janine Taylor - Douglass.
The top five in the field- until this year, I hope, when I'll be on top of that list. I know I'll never be one of the richest Americans, but goddamnit if I won't be pretty darn rich- and as long as I nail it on my first go, I'll be ... | “I started my business with 0 dollars to my name and have rebuilt this empire by the sweat of my brows”Jeremy said.
The audience had clapped in awe as they cheered his genius as he was awarded the best businessman of the year award. The night had been one filled with accolades, champagne and pats on the back. With p... | |
[WP] Every year, the richest person in America is declared the "Winner of Capitalism". They get a badge, and all of their wealth is donated to charity, so they have to start back up at $0. | Warren Buffett sat on the stage.
Today was a bittersweet day. It always was.
His back was killing him and some asshole was five minutes over time; talking about what a brilliant businessman he was. He didn't feel brilliant right then.
He felt like a fucking pig waiting to be slaughtered.
His mind ran through the la... | “I started my business with 0 dollars to my name and have rebuilt this empire by the sweat of my brows”Jeremy said.
The audience had clapped in awe as they cheered his genius as he was awarded the best businessman of the year award. The night had been one filled with accolades, champagne and pats on the back. With p... | |
[WP] Every year, the richest person in America is declared the "Winner of Capitalism". They get a badge, and all of their wealth is donated to charity, so they have to start back up at $0. | Roederick Douglass. Asuka Sato. Carla Sanchez. Phillip Reed. Janine Taylor - Douglass.
The top five in the field- until this year, I hope, when I'll be on top of that list. I know I'll never be one of the richest Americans, but goddamnit if I won't be pretty darn rich- and as long as I nail it on my first go, I'll be ... | The CEO sat in his office. It had a deep red for a carpet, and quite a few coffee stains. The walls were painted a beautiful white, with his desk and the cabinets made out of a wood with a rich brown. He himself wore a gray suit, with a red tie and a white undershirt. He preferred a sweater and sweatpants, but today w... | |
[WP] Every year, the richest person in America is declared the "Winner of Capitalism". They get a badge, and all of their wealth is donated to charity, so they have to start back up at $0. | Warren Buffett sat on the stage.
Today was a bittersweet day. It always was.
His back was killing him and some asshole was five minutes over time; talking about what a brilliant businessman he was. He didn't feel brilliant right then.
He felt like a fucking pig waiting to be slaughtered.
His mind ran through the la... | The CEO sat in his office. It had a deep red for a carpet, and quite a few coffee stains. The walls were painted a beautiful white, with his desk and the cabinets made out of a wood with a rich brown. He himself wore a gray suit, with a red tie and a white undershirt. He preferred a sweater and sweatpants, but today w... | |
[WP] When someone dies, they're able to create a small gem containing their skills. This gem allows someone carrying it to perform that skill at the same level - With one catch. While using a gem, the wielder does not improve their own ability, but instead improves the gem. | Jira held the green gem loosely in her palm. She shook it gently to feel it rock softly on her skin, hoping to get a flash of memory from Grandfather. The gems didn’t work that way, she knew, but still she hoped,perhaps, for the wonder of the first time she had held it.
She had been so eager that day!
Father and Unc... | “That doesn’t seem like much of a catch.”
The gem was polished to a bluish luster. It wasn’t reflective per say, but I could certainly see myself in its surface. I twirled an unknown dance, though in reality, I was completely motionless.
“You’re missing the point.”
I doubted it. If I improved the gem, would I not ex... | |
[WP] When someone dies, they're able to create a small gem containing their skills. This gem allows someone carrying it to perform that skill at the same level - With one catch. While using a gem, the wielder does not improve their own ability, but instead improves the gem. | When I was ten, my grandma died. She was a sweet old lady, but she had a mysterious side. She wore a purple gem around her neck at all times and never let me touch it. She said it was a special family heirloom. I didn't much believe her; it was just a necklace.
Anyways, when my grandma died, the necklace was passed on... | “That doesn’t seem like much of a catch.”
The gem was polished to a bluish luster. It wasn’t reflective per say, but I could certainly see myself in its surface. I twirled an unknown dance, though in reality, I was completely motionless.
“You’re missing the point.”
I doubted it. If I improved the gem, would I not ex... | |
[WP] When someone dies, they're able to create a small gem containing their skills. This gem allows someone carrying it to perform that skill at the same level - With one catch. While using a gem, the wielder does not improve their own ability, but instead improves the gem. | Jira held the green gem loosely in her palm. She shook it gently to feel it rock softly on her skin, hoping to get a flash of memory from Grandfather. The gems didn’t work that way, she knew, but still she hoped,perhaps, for the wonder of the first time she had held it.
She had been so eager that day!
Father and Unc... | I woke up on sandy beach, confused. I was on a ship yesterday, hungry. In a brig, with a piece of cloth on my back. Yes, I am a criminal. The ship supposed to send me and dozens more to somewhere. I didn't pay attention where. I no longer care. The weather was bad, as if the sea wanted to swallow us whole. And it did.
... | |
[WP] When someone dies, they're able to create a small gem containing their skills. This gem allows someone carrying it to perform that skill at the same level - With one catch. While using a gem, the wielder does not improve their own ability, but instead improves the gem. | When I was ten, my grandma died. She was a sweet old lady, but she had a mysterious side. She wore a purple gem around her neck at all times and never let me touch it. She said it was a special family heirloom. I didn't much believe her; it was just a necklace.
Anyways, when my grandma died, the necklace was passed on... | I woke up on sandy beach, confused. I was on a ship yesterday, hungry. In a brig, with a piece of cloth on my back. Yes, I am a criminal. The ship supposed to send me and dozens more to somewhere. I didn't pay attention where. I no longer care. The weather was bad, as if the sea wanted to swallow us whole. And it did.
... | |
[WP] When someone dies, they're able to create a small gem containing their skills. This gem allows someone carrying it to perform that skill at the same level - With one catch. While using a gem, the wielder does not improve their own ability, but instead improves the gem. | Chapter 1: |The Mirror Stone|----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The Lightning flashed across the clouded heavens as the horses galloped through the puddles and made their way towards The Fortress. The heavy iron gates swung open from t... | I’ve held it for so long.
A small pitter-patter of rain continues outside as I struggle to find meaning without. I twist the small thing in my hand: unsurprisingly, the gem’s faded to an unsaturated blue. It’s usually like that, but now even more since staying in my hospital bed.
It’s a tradition, to pass down these ... | |
[WP] As a soldier fighting in the trenches of what will later be called WWI, your company suffered a devastating gas attack leaving you the lone survivor. The trauma of watching your brothers die in front of you has awakened latent magical ability. You are a necromancer. | I remember the day I first unlocked my abilities. I was stationed at Osowiec Fortress, my regiment and I defending the fortress against the threat of the Germans. I remember August 6, when the attack finally came.
I remember the gas, how the chlorine gas swept into fortress, how I watched more than 800 men die. Those ... | I saw things. many things. things which no man wants to see, things which would drive a man mad. mortars lighting up the battlefeild, leaving pockmarked surfaces across the stretch of no man's land. A raven, beady eyes staring at me with the rotten blood of a soldier smeared across its beak. Some distance away, just do... | |
[WP] As a soldier fighting in the trenches of what will later be called WWI, your company suffered a devastating gas attack leaving you the lone survivor. The trauma of watching your brothers die in front of you has awakened latent magical ability. You are a necromancer. | "Get up dammit, get up!"
I can't explain the terror behind those words. Looking at them on paper, they're the screams of an idiot child. Maybe that wasn't too far from the truth.
When I'd joined up two years before, I barely had whiskers. I saw war as exciting. Basil did, too. We spoke to one another of medals and p... | The air is quite still, calm, and quiet on this chilly Fall morning. It feels like the proverbial calm before the storm. However, Corporal Edward “Eddie” Greenly of the Coldstream Guards, of the British Expeditionary Force (BEF) knows this feeling all too well. His stomach is in knots, he was unable to eat his morning ... | |
[WP] Every once in a while, someone is born with maximum points in one stat. Max strength is feared and respected, max intelligence praised… but everyone underestimates max willpower. | *Clink.*
*Clink.*
*Clink.*
Vilmer had several thoughts running through his head at any given time. But he always only had one goal. And right now, the goal was to break through
Vilmer was now had a tunnel that bore several dozen feet into the side of Mt. Fortress, as apt a name for a mountain as they ca... | They are the lucky ones, astounding good looks and unmeasured strength, marching through life like it was their destiny and right to have it served on a silver platter to them. They are the celebrities, they are the athletes, they are the scientist and they are the professors. They are everything that you and me are no... | |
[WP]It’s the 2000th Annual Vampire Convention, this year held New Orleans,Louisiana! An ancient vampire from the Colonial Era and a recently turned Day-walker from Detroit are placed in the same hotel room together. What do their interactions look like? | "So, your transformation consensual? That's great news. Back in my day, you would be luck if your turning wasn't getting shoved into a wall and getting bitten, the having a bloodied wrist ahoven in your mouth. I'm Edward Kirk by the way." he said that to me, unpacking.
Edward was a blond guy with a sidecut and the cu... | Decaying manor houses. Coffins that wouldn't stay buried. Just enough drunks and dopefiends wandering around after dark that nobody would miss a few.
The Big Easy. No wonder the children of the night flocked here.
If you were present very late that night at the Dark Oaks at Lion's Court- a prestigious address, hav... | |
give internet points pls | [WP] - Humans and dragons were both wiped out while they were allied against Orcs, Elves, & Dwarves, who feared their for their dragon-taming abilities. At least, they were thought to be wiped out until a massive dragon-riding human was seen, and boy are they ANGRY. | "Yes professor", said Allithun
I looked closely at the inscription, trying, through all my years of knowledge, to interpret it.
Luna asks, "what does it say professor?"
I responded "from what I can decipher, it loosely translates to, when all seem lost, bring your last hopes"
I scratched my horns, while following t... | Humanity scourge of the realms and the winged demons they called kin are dead, they have been for a long time. A thousand years have passed. They are naught but myths, but I couldn’t overlook the sight in front of my lantern. Five statues line the stone cavern, depicting the five races around a central plinth. Each cla... |
[WP]You are a young bookworm with the power to transport yourself into any book you want. Unfortunately, you’ve already read (and traveled through) every book in the library and in your house. In search of something new, you turn to your school’s creative writing club. | "He's a bit hard to talk to," I offered.
The entire club - all six of them - stared at me. We'd been critiquing Salima's first few chapters, specifically her main character.
"Um... what do you mean?" Salima asked.
I winced. I didn't normally speak up during meetings, but Salima was my friend. I thought she would l... | I turned to Jillian, my best friend, and sighed. The look on her face made it clear she knew why. It was nice having a friend that knew my secret and understood.
"When was the last time you read something good?" she queried.
I just shrugged, rotating in my chair to get a better view of the people walking past the lit... | |
[WP]You are a young bookworm with the power to transport yourself into any book you want. Unfortunately, you’ve already read (and traveled through) every book in the library and in your house. In search of something new, you turn to your school’s creative writing club. | I trailed my hand over Zusak’s *The Book Thief*, situated at the very last aisle, at the very end of all the “Z” authors. It was the last book in my middle school library, and the last book I wanted to go inside of. I’d already gone inside of it once - an accident, I got too absorbed while reading, and before I knew it... | I turned to Jillian, my best friend, and sighed. The look on her face made it clear she knew why. It was nice having a friend that knew my secret and understood.
"When was the last time you read something good?" she queried.
I just shrugged, rotating in my chair to get a better view of the people walking past the lit... | |
[WP] "The rulebook forbids it" "Demons have a rulebook" "Yes, filled with oddly specific rules" | Adam did not expect the fiend to appear so calm. The giant sat cross-legged, its one-horned hound-head too wide for the frail body, the four hoofed legs powerful and still. It was almost meditative. Instead of bargaining and trashing to earn its freedom, it exuded a dissonant serenity, like a stoic monk facing the orde... | “Why do you of all people have a rulebook? What could be written in there? I didn’t sell my soul to you to be told no!” I did my best to look intimidating as I stood before the goat headed behemoth of a demon. Growing more frustrated with each passing moment, as they didn’t even bother to look up at me from the leather... | |
[WP] You've just been killed and wake up in a fantasy world. You can't understand anything of what these people are saying and they can't understand you, however, someone in what looks like high-priest looking clothes appears and yells:"Step aside, he's an Elder One". | "You speak English!"
The priest looked confused for a second, almost as if he wass working something out before he turned to someone behind him. There was a whole group of what appeared to be scholars or perhaps lower ranking priests. After a minute or so they seemed to have come to a decision and the leader turned ba... | suddenly she pulls out a large sacrificial dagger and slices your throat from ear to ear, grabbing your hair and pulling your head up she whispers something that even in your last moments strike you as odd with your final breath all the city goers scramble together and in a fit of horde mentality rip you apart trying t... | |
[WP] You've just been killed and wake up in a fantasy world. You can't understand anything of what these people are saying and they can't understand you, however, someone in what looks like high-priest looking clothes appears and yells:"Step aside, he's an Elder One". | Inky sludge drained from my eyes, mouth, ears, and ran down my body. The gurgling of the iron drain I knelt on brought some semblance of consciousness to my blurred vision. I strained against my own limbs; my muscles responded, but seized under the weight of my own bones. As if filled with steel, I flopped onto my stom... | It all started as an ordinary day. Went to school. Taught the first three periods. Got lunch. Taught another period. Idiot school shooter mowed me and half my fifth period down. I ask myself "Where the hell am I? Is this some Vanilla Sky bullshit?" Nope this place is too weird. All these fish people... merfolk? walking... | |
[WP] You've just been killed and wake up in a fantasy world. You can't understand anything of what these people are saying and they can't understand you, however, someone in what looks like high-priest looking clothes appears and yells:"Step aside, he's an Elder One". | "Goddamn it," I muttered to myself weakly as I laid dying in the hospital bed. Such shitty luck. Bad enough that I was dying from an terminal illness, but then to get struck by a drunk driver as I was crossing the street? Couldn't the universe give me a fucking break? I coughed and immediately winced at the sharp pain ... | It all started as an ordinary day. Went to school. Taught the first three periods. Got lunch. Taught another period. Idiot school shooter mowed me and half my fifth period down. I ask myself "Where the hell am I? Is this some Vanilla Sky bullshit?" Nope this place is too weird. All these fish people... merfolk? walking... | |
[WP] You are a bank robber. But in your current heist, after you entered the vault, you discover that it's empty. There's no money but you find a person with both her hands and feet chained to the ground. | "what da f\*\*k..."
"I know I said there would be money -- but trust me, this is a far bigger payday" Cypher gloated.
"I didn't sign up for this shit!" I snarked back.
"I don't care for what you didn't sign up for - a job is a job" he replied.
Shit. So this is how it ends? Duped by my own leader? This was f\*\... | This was going to be it. The one that made my career as the Jersey Cracker. My pulse was racing a mile a minute as I put my trained ear to the side of the safe, listening for the telltale clicks as I shifted past each of the tumblers. Another forty-five seconds and I’d have it.
The adrenaline was why I did it. Sure, t... | |
[WP] You are a bank robber. But in your current heist, after you entered the vault, you discover that it's empty. There's no money but you find a person with both her hands and feet chained to the ground. | I stare at the tiny figure. She can't be more than six, seven years old.
But the face isn't that of a child. She lifts her head, greasy, unwashed hair moving aside in matted chunks. "I'll make you a deal, Thief." She says.
"No, no, no, no, no." I put up a hand to stop her. "No deals. Nuh-uh. This is some straight up... | This was going to be it. The one that made my career as the Jersey Cracker. My pulse was racing a mile a minute as I put my trained ear to the side of the safe, listening for the telltale clicks as I shifted past each of the tumblers. Another forty-five seconds and I’d have it.
The adrenaline was why I did it. Sure, t... | |
[WP] You are a bank robber. But in your current heist, after you entered the vault, you discover that it's empty. There's no money but you find a person with both her hands and feet chained to the ground. | I stare at the tiny figure. She can't be more than six, seven years old.
But the face isn't that of a child. She lifts her head, greasy, unwashed hair moving aside in matted chunks. "I'll make you a deal, Thief." She says.
"No, no, no, no, no." I put up a hand to stop her. "No deals. Nuh-uh. This is some straight up... | "what da f\*\*k..."
"I know I said there would be money -- but trust me, this is a far bigger payday" Cypher gloated.
"I didn't sign up for this shit!" I snarked back.
"I don't care for what you didn't sign up for - a job is a job" he replied.
Shit. So this is how it ends? Duped by my own leader? This was f\*\... | |
[WP] You are a bank robber. But in your current heist, after you entered the vault, you discover that it's empty. There's no money but you find a person with both her hands and feet chained to the ground. | I stare at the tiny figure. She can't be more than six, seven years old.
But the face isn't that of a child. She lifts her head, greasy, unwashed hair moving aside in matted chunks. "I'll make you a deal, Thief." She says.
"No, no, no, no, no." I put up a hand to stop her. "No deals. Nuh-uh. This is some straight up... | The vault finally began to open. As it did so, the grey steel glistened on the door as the light swiftly danced over it. I began to see what was inside until…
A woman? She sat in a wooden chair, with her wrists fixed to it and her ankles the same.
This was strange to Bill. Where were the hundreds of thousands... | |
[WP] You're an imaginary friend. You know and have come to terms with this fact. Or at least you had until just now. Your host just died and somehow you are still here | A thought crept into my mind as I stood over the still warm body of the man I had thought chained me to this world. Not in a negative way, of course; he was my father, for lack of a better term. No matter how hard I tried, however, I could never leave his presence. I had always thought, along with him, that I was imagi... | "You are the light of my life. They may not understand, but that's okay. We have each other."
My host smiled at me, beaming after making such a sappy remark. He was probably waiting for my reply.
"I am happy to have you, too. I was shocked at first, when I learned of our relationship, but after thinking on it, this ... | |
[WP] Humans and aliens have had contact for several years now and peace between species has flourished. The first Earth-trained alien artist reveals their portrait of a human on international television, to show the world how they see humans. However, the portrait looks nothing like a human... | “Humanity had consigned itself to a despairing loneliness. Years of exploration, expansion and colonization seemed to have answered the one of man’s first question. The answer seemed to be an emphatic ‘yes, we are alone’. Exploration slowed over the hundreds of years as man accepted their status as the sole intelligent... | The producers had installed a photosynthetic booth deep in bowels of the UltraNet studios. Had Nassica thought of it, she would have put the booth in her rider. But then, that assumed she would have thought herself worth a rider. Instead UltraNet had called and she had answered, and sometime after she dropped the phone... | |
[WP] Every human you try to contact screams, tries to attack you, or tries to run in fear. You've decided you need a new strategy: Instead of *you* contacting THEM, you'll make *them* want to come searching for YOU! | It had been long decades of failure. You were Sh'ngth spirit sister of Terra. You had wanted to meet the creations of your sister in all but blood and mind, but every time they looked upon your majesty they ran away screaming. That was, if they didnt try to tear you down and kill you
She had tried to console you, but ... | "This is so stupid!" I said to myself for the 25th time today, "Why does EVERY human I try to befriend just screams and runs away?"
It was a cold and stormy afternoon shortly after my last attempt in making a friend. I wanted to give up, but then, as I arrived home I got an idea.
"I will make them come to me instead" ... | |
[WP] Death tries to reconnect with the modern world by posting soul unboxing videos to YouTube. | Ting!! One notification from YouTube.
Without even glancing at screen , i knew it was from the channel 'soul '. As i reached for my phone i heard my mom call out and tell me she would be taking the car to go to town.
Oh yeah! About **SOUL -**10 years ago, a new channel had come up, named SOUL .And let me just say,... | SCRIPT GHOST-IN-A-JAR UNBOXING VIDEO 07
DATE: 10th november, 2021
The camera turns on. The screen shows a dark-cloaked man sitting in a white room. A scythe hangs on the wall by two brackets. One bracket has a post-it note saying ‘You rock!’. He throws up a peace sign with two bony fingers. By now you notice the white... | |
[WP] The dragon was melancholy. In the war for the world, wyrm kind had prevailed over the legions of men, scattering their kind to the four winds. With only dragons left, there were no fat cows to eat, and no fine treasures left to steal, for dragons did not create such things. | The thing was ALL dragons had the ability to shape change into humans, even the chromatic ones despite the fact that they officially claimed they couldn't.
Which is how Maximum Awesomeness, King of Justice, found himself at a farm trying, and failing, to maintain a herd of cattle.
"This is so damn boring," ... | “Bruh my shit gone”
“The cows keep fucking dying, I think humans helped take care of them, but those fuckers tried to attack us”
“And the gold? Eaten.”
“Broski, sorry, It’s just so tasty, y’know?”
“Yeah, yeah I get it. But like, y’know, what’s next? What the point?”
“Eh idk, guess we could, y’know, go out or somet... | |
[WP] In the galactic community, humans aren't seen as the most chaotic or creative. Rather, compared to other species, they're seen as a cold emotionless, highly logical species. Humans find that absolutely baffling. | The AI responded in an according fashion. "If you say so. My research on the subject tells me that that much for human consumption is... Well, excessive."
"It could be for a party."
"No, I looked up the order from my fellow operating systems. It's just for her."
"...Look I just think it shouldn't be a problem. If sh... | Hetra Torric disengaged from the galactic net in surprise, carapace arching with electrical currents. Tendrils of plasma swirled around its body, flashing through the electromagnetic spectrum twice before the Leonid controlled its emotions and meekly peeked an eye back through the net portal.
Torric had been perusin... | |
[WP] In the galactic community, humans aren't seen as the most chaotic or creative. Rather, compared to other species, they're seen as a cold emotionless, highly logical species. Humans find that absolutely baffling. | "Situation report number one."
"We're in orbit around Grandozius 4 and"
"That's really the name of the system?"
"I checked twice sir, it's the literal translation."
"Very well. Cary on."
"The ambassadors of the two races requesting arbitration have been transported and are currently waiting for us."
"Hard to beli... | Hetra Torric disengaged from the galactic net in surprise, carapace arching with electrical currents. Tendrils of plasma swirled around its body, flashing through the electromagnetic spectrum twice before the Leonid controlled its emotions and meekly peeked an eye back through the net portal.
Torric had been perusin... | |
[WP] In the galactic community, humans aren't seen as the most chaotic or creative. Rather, compared to other species, they're seen as a cold emotionless, highly logical species. Humans find that absolutely baffling. |
I could have loved him.
If I were any other being or lived in any other world, I could have loved him.
I still remember the moment he drew me in. It was as if he were gravity and I were the molecules spinning circles around him, again and again and again. I think I tried to find my way to him, somehow — subconsc... | Hetra Torric disengaged from the galactic net in surprise, carapace arching with electrical currents. Tendrils of plasma swirled around its body, flashing through the electromagnetic spectrum twice before the Leonid controlled its emotions and meekly peeked an eye back through the net portal.
Torric had been perusin... | |
[WP] In the galactic community, humans aren't seen as the most chaotic or creative. Rather, compared to other species, they're seen as a cold emotionless, highly logical species. Humans find that absolutely baffling. | "Situation report number one."
"We're in orbit around Grandozius 4 and"
"That's really the name of the system?"
"I checked twice sir, it's the literal translation."
"Very well. Cary on."
"The ambassadors of the two races requesting arbitration have been transported and are currently waiting for us."
"Hard to beli... | The AI responded in an according fashion. "If you say so. My research on the subject tells me that that much for human consumption is... Well, excessive."
"It could be for a party."
"No, I looked up the order from my fellow operating systems. It's just for her."
"...Look I just think it shouldn't be a problem. If sh... | |
[WP] In the galactic community, humans aren't seen as the most chaotic or creative. Rather, compared to other species, they're seen as a cold emotionless, highly logical species. Humans find that absolutely baffling. |
I could have loved him.
If I were any other being or lived in any other world, I could have loved him.
I still remember the moment he drew me in. It was as if he were gravity and I were the molecules spinning circles around him, again and again and again. I think I tried to find my way to him, somehow — subconsc... | Hey mom, whats for dinner?
Mac n' Cheese
Yay!
Go set the table and get your siblings!
Ok
​
Did you see how lame her reaction was? I'd be freaking out if I knew I'd get Mac n' Cheese. Sadly it is hard to take onto a spaceship. What's your opinion on this, rufus?
Yes, the humans are pretty emotionless ... | |
[WP] write a typical "radioactive waste gave me superpowers" story but instead of a human, it's the critter of your choice (rat, seagull, pigeon, stray dog/cat, any of those animals who have a lot more chances of messing around in waste than a human) | Hunting near Pripyat, near Chernobyl... is ill advised. It is also very illegal. But, there are things to hunt there, and not things to hunt at home. And I say, if it is safe for the deer, then it is safe for me.
Well, that's what I used to say, until one of those zasranec deer charged me, and bit me! Like a dog! I ha... | The flocks were at war again, ferociously devouring the bounty disgorged by the garbage trucks. She smells the rising symphony of fried oil fats and sickly sweet decay from her perch. Sitting atop an older, more dignified mound of tires and computer parts, she surveyed the kingdom of choices before her. She is particul... | |
[WP] Rule number one of space travel: never leave a human unattended on the bridge. They will eventually press every single button, no matter how many interstellar wars it might cause. | The bridge was home to many, and many called it their own. *A gap between worlds,* they would muse to each other, *to keep us all separate* – apart, away from possible hate and anger and vengeance. There was an unspoken message there too, one that many understood but didn’t dare speak aloud. Because the bridge *itself*... | Several figures were huddled around a table with a large holographic screen popping out of it.
“Commander, the Councillor of Ashter System has approved the treaty.” Said the tall lean four armed one addressing the stout figure with spiked shoulders at the centre.
“Very good Wing Officer. Who else is left?” replied the... | |
[WP] Rule number one of space travel: never leave a human unattended on the bridge. They will eventually press every single button, no matter how many interstellar wars it might cause. | Steve sat in the captain's chair. Technically it was the watch officer's chair, but he thought of it as belonging to the captain. It was right in the middle of the bridge, surrounded by control panels, and covered in a smooth dark red leather, matching the color of his hair, unlike the rest of the chairs that were blac... | Several figures were huddled around a table with a large holographic screen popping out of it.
“Commander, the Councillor of Ashter System has approved the treaty.” Said the tall lean four armed one addressing the stout figure with spiked shoulders at the centre.
“Very good Wing Officer. Who else is left?” replied the... | |
[WP] You're pretty sure your boyfriend was replaced by an eldritch being that can barely emulate being human. Weirdly, you enjoy a better relationship with them then your actual boyfriend. | It had been a year since Ian had been replaced, but Sarah never said anything, things were better, he now bought her food and gifts, sometimes he walked on all fours and used his claws to cut her hair and open letters. The best thing about Sarah’s new Ian was; there was no longer abuse, no more bruises, no more black e... | Life was good, you had food, house, all the basic necessities in life and I had even managed to get a boyfriend last week, life was indeed good!
Recently though, from the last two days my boyfriend, Mark has been acting in a peculiar manner at first you thought this was the real him, the one who is finally back in his... | |
[WP] You're pretty sure your boyfriend was replaced by an eldritch being that can barely emulate being human. Weirdly, you enjoy a better relationship with them then your actual boyfriend. | Before our trip to Innsmouth I was concerned about the spark of our relationship fading. My partner felt distant and each day that passed the space between us widened and grew colder.
We decided to try one last get away to see if we could salvage things and I have to tell you that while it started out really poorly w... | Life was good, you had food, house, all the basic necessities in life and I had even managed to get a boyfriend last week, life was indeed good!
Recently though, from the last two days my boyfriend, Mark has been acting in a peculiar manner at first you thought this was the real him, the one who is finally back in his... | |
[WP] You're pretty sure your boyfriend was replaced by an eldritch being that can barely emulate being human. Weirdly, you enjoy a better relationship with them then your actual boyfriend. | A bit rough. but here.
It'd been just four weeks.
I held his hand. His blue eyes, looking deeper into mine. Like glaciers, ice cold, they were somehow warmer than before. One eye flicked to the right, eyeing a nearby bird on the branch. My hand squeezed tighter and they both focused on me. The man walking ... | Life was good, you had food, house, all the basic necessities in life and I had even managed to get a boyfriend last week, life was indeed good!
Recently though, from the last two days my boyfriend, Mark has been acting in a peculiar manner at first you thought this was the real him, the one who is finally back in his... | |
[WP] You're pretty sure your boyfriend was replaced by an eldritch being that can barely emulate being human. Weirdly, you enjoy a better relationship with them then your actual boyfriend. | Arthur opened his mouth in a smile so wide it cracked his jaw out of its joints, yet he didn't seem bothered until I gave him a cold stare and he promptly readjusted it. My mother dropped her utensils, while my father clutched his as if they were the only thing still keeping him alive.
"Can someone please pass the bru... | Life was good, you had food, house, all the basic necessities in life and I had even managed to get a boyfriend last week, life was indeed good!
Recently though, from the last two days my boyfriend, Mark has been acting in a peculiar manner at first you thought this was the real him, the one who is finally back in his... | |
[WP] You're pretty sure your boyfriend was replaced by an eldritch being that can barely emulate being human. Weirdly, you enjoy a better relationship with them then your actual boyfriend. | Before our trip to Innsmouth I was concerned about the spark of our relationship fading. My partner felt distant and each day that passed the space between us widened and grew colder.
We decided to try one last get away to see if we could salvage things and I have to tell you that while it started out really poorly w... | It had been a year since Ian had been replaced, but Sarah never said anything, things were better, he now bought her food and gifts, sometimes he walked on all fours and used his claws to cut her hair and open letters. The best thing about Sarah’s new Ian was; there was no longer abuse, no more bruises, no more black e... | |
[WP] You're pretty sure your boyfriend was replaced by an eldritch being that can barely emulate being human. Weirdly, you enjoy a better relationship with them then your actual boyfriend. | Before our trip to Innsmouth I was concerned about the spark of our relationship fading. My partner felt distant and each day that passed the space between us widened and grew colder.
We decided to try one last get away to see if we could salvage things and I have to tell you that while it started out really poorly w... | **EXT. MALL - DAY**
JAKE: OH EM GEE, Micheal, I haven't seen you in so long – how are you? What are you doing in this mall?
MIKE: Jake! Hey! Doing really well actually. I'm just here looking for a few things before our trip
JAKE: A trip? Who is “our”? Are you still with Brian?
MIKE: Yeah
JAKE: Its been like ... | |
[WP] You're pretty sure your boyfriend was replaced by an eldritch being that can barely emulate being human. Weirdly, you enjoy a better relationship with them then your actual boyfriend. | A bit rough. but here.
It'd been just four weeks.
I held his hand. His blue eyes, looking deeper into mine. Like glaciers, ice cold, they were somehow warmer than before. One eye flicked to the right, eyeing a nearby bird on the branch. My hand squeezed tighter and they both focused on me. The man walking ... | **EXT. MALL - DAY**
JAKE: OH EM GEE, Micheal, I haven't seen you in so long – how are you? What are you doing in this mall?
MIKE: Jake! Hey! Doing really well actually. I'm just here looking for a few things before our trip
JAKE: A trip? Who is “our”? Are you still with Brian?
MIKE: Yeah
JAKE: Its been like ... | |
[WP] You're pretty sure your boyfriend was replaced by an eldritch being that can barely emulate being human. Weirdly, you enjoy a better relationship with them then your actual boyfriend. | Arthur opened his mouth in a smile so wide it cracked his jaw out of its joints, yet he didn't seem bothered until I gave him a cold stare and he promptly readjusted it. My mother dropped her utensils, while my father clutched his as if they were the only thing still keeping him alive.
"Can someone please pass the bru... | **EXT. MALL - DAY**
JAKE: OH EM GEE, Micheal, I haven't seen you in so long – how are you? What are you doing in this mall?
MIKE: Jake! Hey! Doing really well actually. I'm just here looking for a few things before our trip
JAKE: A trip? Who is “our”? Are you still with Brian?
MIKE: Yeah
JAKE: Its been like ... | |
[WP] "Tell my family... I loved them." Whimpered the Dragon with its last breath as you slayed it. You didn't expect it to talk, and now you feel a sense of guilt. You take it up as a new quest and journey to do so as a knight, you seek its family and bring the saddening, yet somewhat awkward news. | "Of. Fucking. Course."
I looked up from my poorly disguised cringe stance. "W..what?"
"How big a pile was Syrvak sitting on? About, what, waist high on you?" the dragon's voice boomed.
"Uh... something like that, maybe a little more..."
"Look, I'm gonna be honest with you. I knew he was going to end up like that. T... | "Tell my family... I loved them." Whimpered the Dragon with its last breath as you slayed it. You didn't expect it to talk, and now you feel a sense of guilt. You take it up as a new quest and journey to do so as a knight, you seek its family and bring the saddening, yet somewhat awkward news.
Slowly the once fiery ey... | |
[WP] "Tell my family... I loved them." Whimpered the Dragon with its last breath as you slayed it. You didn't expect it to talk, and now you feel a sense of guilt. You take it up as a new quest and journey to do so as a knight, you seek its family and bring the saddening, yet somewhat awkward news. | Once I read an interesting trivia fact on the internet, back when I lived on Earth. The trivia fact was that some Mafia bosses, after having a rival boss killed, send flowers to his widow. The gesture, apparently, means that the hit was 'nothing personal', and that they regret the fact that the circumstances forced the... | "Tell my family... I loved them." Whimpered the Dragon with its last breath as you slayed it. You didn't expect it to talk, and now you feel a sense of guilt. You take it up as a new quest and journey to do so as a knight, you seek its family and bring the saddening, yet somewhat awkward news.
Slowly the once fiery ey... | |
[WP] "Tell my family... I loved them." Whimpered the Dragon with its last breath as you slayed it. You didn't expect it to talk, and now you feel a sense of guilt. You take it up as a new quest and journey to do so as a knight, you seek its family and bring the saddening, yet somewhat awkward news. | The dragon towered over me, blood seeping from a thousand wounds. I had broken him. A punch had staved in all scales along the right side of his chest, wind roared through a gash in his neck when breathed. And still, he pressed on. I had killed a dozen dragons before— there was no sport in the world like them— but this... | My sword plunged into the beast's chest and it wailed a pained screech as it thrashed. I gripped its scaly skin tightly as it stumbled and kicked, gradually slowing, eventually falling. Its breath, once a deep rumble, was a lethargic and pitiful wheeze. I stood to my feet, catching my own breath, and I retrieved my bla... | |
[WP] "Tell my family... I loved them." Whimpered the Dragon with its last breath as you slayed it. You didn't expect it to talk, and now you feel a sense of guilt. You take it up as a new quest and journey to do so as a knight, you seek its family and bring the saddening, yet somewhat awkward news. | Gunvald stood over the white beast, its hot, red blood covering the blade on his battle axe and the cuffs on his coat. It was no easy task, especially not on his own. The dragon, nearly triple his size, had hunted this region for nigh on a thousand years. Perhaps, in the end, its age had caused its end, and Gunvald's a... | My sword plunged into the beast's chest and it wailed a pained screech as it thrashed. I gripped its scaly skin tightly as it stumbled and kicked, gradually slowing, eventually falling. Its breath, once a deep rumble, was a lethargic and pitiful wheeze. I stood to my feet, catching my own breath, and I retrieved my bla... | |
[WP] "Tell my family... I loved them." Whimpered the Dragon with its last breath as you slayed it. You didn't expect it to talk, and now you feel a sense of guilt. You take it up as a new quest and journey to do so as a knight, you seek its family and bring the saddening, yet somewhat awkward news. | The dying words of "Garanthal the Terrible" have haunted me till this day. When I looked back at my "quest" to slay the dragon terrorizing the village, on hindsight, Garanthal wasn't quite to blame. Sure, she ate sheep and goats and other livestock, always targeting the weak ones, but only so because they had less meat... | My sword plunged into the beast's chest and it wailed a pained screech as it thrashed. I gripped its scaly skin tightly as it stumbled and kicked, gradually slowing, eventually falling. Its breath, once a deep rumble, was a lethargic and pitiful wheeze. I stood to my feet, catching my own breath, and I retrieved my bla... | |
[WP] "Tell my family... I loved them." Whimpered the Dragon with its last breath as you slayed it. You didn't expect it to talk, and now you feel a sense of guilt. You take it up as a new quest and journey to do so as a knight, you seek its family and bring the saddening, yet somewhat awkward news. | Gunvald stood over the white beast, its hot, red blood covering the blade on his battle axe and the cuffs on his coat. It was no easy task, especially not on his own. The dragon, nearly triple his size, had hunted this region for nigh on a thousand years. Perhaps, in the end, its age had caused its end, and Gunvald's a... | The dragon towered over me, blood seeping from a thousand wounds. I had broken him. A punch had staved in all scales along the right side of his chest, wind roared through a gash in his neck when breathed. And still, he pressed on. I had killed a dozen dragons before— there was no sport in the world like them— but this... |
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