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[WP] We “knew” humans were weak as they avoided every war with diplomacy. We never imagined they’d be this ruthless & how seemingly overnight they went from peaceful beings to a state they call “TOTAL WAR”. War is in their blood & soul. They thrive on it, mostly when the odds are against them | “Examiner, have you reached any conclusions?”
The holo-video lit up in the center of the laboratory. The face of Preator Endex filled the void in the center of the room.
“Yes. Praetor. The specimen you provided was intact enough to draw a conclusion,” Examiner Zendex replied. “If I may ask, how was such a... | The Terrans had built Universities, hospitals, revolutionized inter-stellar commerce. They worked as ambassadors to negotiate peace and trade deals amongst the galactic community. Their few colonies built on out of the way unhospitable worlds. Their fleet was made of trade vessels, science ships, and pleasure yachts... | |
[WP] We “knew” humans were weak as they avoided every war with diplomacy. We never imagined they’d be this ruthless & how seemingly overnight they went from peaceful beings to a state they call “TOTAL WAR”. War is in their blood & soul. They thrive on it, mostly when the odds are against them | "One Earthling, diplomat. How can you justify this madness on account of one sole Earthling?"
The human stretched its angular limbs and considered the battlefield. Outside the star vessel lay our fleet. In ruins. I could see soldiers floating in the void of space, frozen solid as rock, all with the same expression on ... | "The war is over," The Custodian said to the gathered council. "We have Victory, and the Humans are pacified. This is what we will tell every member of this Stellar Council's remaining population. How could they refute us, when Human Armadas no longer burn our skies, shatter our mountains, and erase our War Machina?
"... | |
[WP] We “knew” humans were weak as they avoided every war with diplomacy. We never imagined they’d be this ruthless & how seemingly overnight they went from peaceful beings to a state they call “TOTAL WAR”. War is in their blood & soul. They thrive on it, mostly when the odds are against them | **Log 1.01 - 6462/55**
Potential major new biodiversity harvest, Arm 4, stellar coordinates \[classified\]. Approximately 9 million identifiable species, DNA-based. Minor indigenous sapience, no world government, hive mind, or cybernetic control. Not even common language.
**1.02 - 6462/56**
Received message from ... | "The war is over," The Custodian said to the gathered council. "We have Victory, and the Humans are pacified. This is what we will tell every member of this Stellar Council's remaining population. How could they refute us, when Human Armadas no longer burn our skies, shatter our mountains, and erase our War Machina?
"... | |
[WP] We “knew” humans were weak as they avoided every war with diplomacy. We never imagined they’d be this ruthless & how seemingly overnight they went from peaceful beings to a state they call “TOTAL WAR”. War is in their blood & soul. They thrive on it, mostly when the odds are against them | “I still remember the look on Ambassador Ford’s (Betelgeusean Republic’s representative to the former Galactic Councils 300 BT – 5 TA) face when I informed him we had declared war on the pathetic Humans of the Terran Federation. His blue blood drained from his face, leaving a dirty yellow visage which had previously sh... | "The war is over," The Custodian said to the gathered council. "We have Victory, and the Humans are pacified. This is what we will tell every member of this Stellar Council's remaining population. How could they refute us, when Human Armadas no longer burn our skies, shatter our mountains, and erase our War Machina?
"... | |
[WP] We “knew” humans were weak as they avoided every war with diplomacy. We never imagined they’d be this ruthless & how seemingly overnight they went from peaceful beings to a state they call “TOTAL WAR”. War is in their blood & soul. They thrive on it, mostly when the odds are against them | “Examiner, have you reached any conclusions?”
The holo-video lit up in the center of the laboratory. The face of Preator Endex filled the void in the center of the room.
“Yes. Praetor. The specimen you provided was intact enough to draw a conclusion,” Examiner Zendex replied. “If I may ask, how was such a... | "The war is over," The Custodian said to the gathered council. "We have Victory, and the Humans are pacified. This is what we will tell every member of this Stellar Council's remaining population. How could they refute us, when Human Armadas no longer burn our skies, shatter our mountains, and erase our War Machina?
"... | |
[WP] We “knew” humans were weak as they avoided every war with diplomacy. We never imagined they’d be this ruthless & how seemingly overnight they went from peaceful beings to a state they call “TOTAL WAR”. War is in their blood & soul. They thrive on it, mostly when the odds are against them | "The humans have sent us terms of surrender, and I suggest we accept them." The Ripak Emperor's chief military advisor kept his tone even, knowing what was about to happen.
"Ah, excellent. So they've finally capitulated to our superior strength," replied the Emperor with a smile. "Tell me, what did they request to ... | "The war is over," The Custodian said to the gathered council. "We have Victory, and the Humans are pacified. This is what we will tell every member of this Stellar Council's remaining population. How could they refute us, when Human Armadas no longer burn our skies, shatter our mountains, and erase our War Machina?
"... | |
[WP] We “knew” humans were weak as they avoided every war with diplomacy. We never imagined they’d be this ruthless & how seemingly overnight they went from peaceful beings to a state they call “TOTAL WAR”. War is in their blood & soul. They thrive on it, mostly when the odds are against them | We knew humans were weak.
They'd choose words and diplomacy over conflict, sought peaceful resolutions to disputes, made... *compromises*. All signs of weakness and brittle will. It only made sense that we'd wage war, aim to subjugate and add them to our glorious empire and employ their feeble beings in service to ou... | "The war is over," The Custodian said to the gathered council. "We have Victory, and the Humans are pacified. This is what we will tell every member of this Stellar Council's remaining population. How could they refute us, when Human Armadas no longer burn our skies, shatter our mountains, and erase our War Machina?
"... | |
[WP] We “knew” humans were weak as they avoided every war with diplomacy. We never imagined they’d be this ruthless & how seemingly overnight they went from peaceful beings to a state they call “TOTAL WAR”. War is in their blood & soul. They thrive on it, mostly when the odds are against them | **Log 1.01 - 6462/55**
Potential major new biodiversity harvest, Arm 4, stellar coordinates \[classified\]. Approximately 9 million identifiable species, DNA-based. Minor indigenous sapience, no world government, hive mind, or cybernetic control. Not even common language.
**1.02 - 6462/56**
Received message from ... | "One Earthling, diplomat. How can you justify this madness on account of one sole Earthling?"
The human stretched its angular limbs and considered the battlefield. Outside the star vessel lay our fleet. In ruins. I could see soldiers floating in the void of space, frozen solid as rock, all with the same expression on ... | |
[WP] We “knew” humans were weak as they avoided every war with diplomacy. We never imagined they’d be this ruthless & how seemingly overnight they went from peaceful beings to a state they call “TOTAL WAR”. War is in their blood & soul. They thrive on it, mostly when the odds are against them | “I still remember the look on Ambassador Ford’s (Betelgeusean Republic’s representative to the former Galactic Councils 300 BT – 5 TA) face when I informed him we had declared war on the pathetic Humans of the Terran Federation. His blue blood drained from his face, leaving a dirty yellow visage which had previously sh... | "One Earthling, diplomat. How can you justify this madness on account of one sole Earthling?"
The human stretched its angular limbs and considered the battlefield. Outside the star vessel lay our fleet. In ruins. I could see soldiers floating in the void of space, frozen solid as rock, all with the same expression on ... | |
[WP] We “knew” humans were weak as they avoided every war with diplomacy. We never imagined they’d be this ruthless & how seemingly overnight they went from peaceful beings to a state they call “TOTAL WAR”. War is in their blood & soul. They thrive on it, mostly when the odds are against them | “Examiner, have you reached any conclusions?”
The holo-video lit up in the center of the laboratory. The face of Preator Endex filled the void in the center of the room.
“Yes. Praetor. The specimen you provided was intact enough to draw a conclusion,” Examiner Zendex replied. “If I may ask, how was such a... | "One Earthling, diplomat. How can you justify this madness on account of one sole Earthling?"
The human stretched its angular limbs and considered the battlefield. Outside the star vessel lay our fleet. In ruins. I could see soldiers floating in the void of space, frozen solid as rock, all with the same expression on ... | |
[WP] We “knew” humans were weak as they avoided every war with diplomacy. We never imagined they’d be this ruthless & how seemingly overnight they went from peaceful beings to a state they call “TOTAL WAR”. War is in their blood & soul. They thrive on it, mostly when the odds are against them | “Examiner, have you reached any conclusions?”
The holo-video lit up in the center of the laboratory. The face of Preator Endex filled the void in the center of the room.
“Yes. Praetor. The specimen you provided was intact enough to draw a conclusion,” Examiner Zendex replied. “If I may ask, how was such a... | **Log 1.01 - 6462/55**
Potential major new biodiversity harvest, Arm 4, stellar coordinates \[classified\]. Approximately 9 million identifiable species, DNA-based. Minor indigenous sapience, no world government, hive mind, or cybernetic control. Not even common language.
**1.02 - 6462/56**
Received message from ... | |
[WP] We “knew” humans were weak as they avoided every war with diplomacy. We never imagined they’d be this ruthless & how seemingly overnight they went from peaceful beings to a state they call “TOTAL WAR”. War is in their blood & soul. They thrive on it, mostly when the odds are against them | “Examiner, have you reached any conclusions?”
The holo-video lit up in the center of the laboratory. The face of Preator Endex filled the void in the center of the room.
“Yes. Praetor. The specimen you provided was intact enough to draw a conclusion,” Examiner Zendex replied. “If I may ask, how was such a... | “I still remember the look on Ambassador Ford’s (Betelgeusean Republic’s representative to the former Galactic Councils 300 BT – 5 TA) face when I informed him we had declared war on the pathetic Humans of the Terran Federation. His blue blood drained from his face, leaving a dirty yellow visage which had previously sh... | |
[WP] "I don't wanna fight you, low-level bandit." Says the Lv.100 Hero, who killed the embodiment of space-time. "I wouldn't want to fight me, neither." Says the low-level bandit. | Alluin was almost finished with his quest. After five long dark years, he only had one kingdom to clear of the Mad God's Gift. If it weren't in the elvish nation he'd look forward to his last stop, but they were so conceited humans seemed accepting by comparison.
He'd past several eldrem groves, but they were all aban... | "I wouldn't want to fight me, neither."
I had heard these words before. Around half of the bandits in Sennod said them when they were about to mug you. In fact, when I left my village and didn't really know the mechanisms of combat yet, it was a very considerate bandit I first learned to fight. He had slowed his swing... | |
[WP] "I don't wanna fight you, low-level bandit." Says the Lv.100 Hero, who killed the embodiment of space-time. "I wouldn't want to fight me, neither." Says the low-level bandit. | **The Hero of Ages laughed.** "You've got a sense of humor, I like that. Okay I'll bite. Why not?"
The bandit played with his knife absently, "You're the slayer of dragons and god killing king. The Savior of Stars, the Hero of Ages, a hundred other noble titles."
The hero nodded triumphantly. It's who he was after al... | "I wouldn't want to fight me, neither."
I had heard these words before. Around half of the bandits in Sennod said them when they were about to mug you. In fact, when I left my village and didn't really know the mechanisms of combat yet, it was a very considerate bandit I first learned to fight. He had slowed his swing... | |
[WP] "I don't wanna fight you, low-level bandit." Says the Lv.100 Hero, who killed the embodiment of space-time. "I wouldn't want to fight me, neither." Says the low-level bandit. | "I don't wanna fight you.". "I wouldn't want to fight me, neither.".
"Why wouldn't..." "Really bud, just ignore me or do your job if you have to; I can't wait to go home talking with an estranger.".
This sentence came with a sad expression, and the Hero noticed it. Was in his mind that maybe something was wrong with ... | "I wouldn't want to fight me, neither."
I had heard these words before. Around half of the bandits in Sennod said them when they were about to mug you. In fact, when I left my village and didn't really know the mechanisms of combat yet, it was a very considerate bandit I first learned to fight. He had slowed his swing... | |
[WP] "I don't wanna fight you, low-level bandit." Says the Lv.100 Hero, who killed the embodiment of space-time. "I wouldn't want to fight me, neither." Says the low-level bandit. | “I wouldn’t want to fight me neither,” the Bandit said.
The Hero regarded him, the Heads-Up-Display indicating that the Bandit was level 5, placing him just above slimes and goblins. Or in other words, another average, low level NPC. But something was wrong.
The way the Bandit held himself was off. Too relaxed from ... | "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
The bandit held up both hands, palms forwards and fingers extended.
"Count to ten using your fingers."
Feeling curious, the Timeslayer obliged.
"Now do it again, but count to eleven."
The Timeslayer once again obliged, hesitated as he passed ten and mulled over how he... | |
[WP] "I don't wanna fight you, low-level bandit." Says the Lv.100 Hero, who killed the embodiment of space-time. "I wouldn't want to fight me, neither." Says the low-level bandit. | “I wouldn’t want to fight me neither,” the Bandit said.
The Hero regarded him, the Heads-Up-Display indicating that the Bandit was level 5, placing him just above slimes and goblins. Or in other words, another average, low level NPC. But something was wrong.
The way the Bandit held himself was off. Too relaxed from ... | "W-what?" the Hero asked, not knowing how to respond to that "What the hell does that even mean!? I could kill you with a gesture, are you not afraid!?"
The bandit looked at her, his eyes gleaming with fear, and something else "Yes, I am *oh* so very afraid, dear 'Hero'." the bandit then unsheathed his blade, it was p... | |
[WP] "I don't wanna fight you, low-level bandit." Says the Lv.100 Hero, who killed the embodiment of space-time. "I wouldn't want to fight me, neither." Says the low-level bandit. | "I don't want to fight you, bandit," stated Lady Henrietta De Lescaut, slayer of the frostpeak wyvern, hero of the voidsiege, ninth chosen of the Goddess's order. She continued down the path, paying the brigand no more mind.
"I wouldn't want to fight me, neither," retorted the lowly hooded bandit, brandishing his spea... | "W-what?" the Hero asked, not knowing how to respond to that "What the hell does that even mean!? I could kill you with a gesture, are you not afraid!?"
The bandit looked at her, his eyes gleaming with fear, and something else "Yes, I am *oh* so very afraid, dear 'Hero'." the bandit then unsheathed his blade, it was p... | |
[WP] "I don't wanna fight you, low-level bandit." Says the Lv.100 Hero, who killed the embodiment of space-time. "I wouldn't want to fight me, neither." Says the low-level bandit. | "I wouldn't want to fight me, neither." I said.
I spat at the so-called hero's feet. The glob of slime I hocked up splattered disgustingly at his feet, and he danced away to avoid getting his shiny shoes dirty. Prissy brat.
"You're so weak, you're nothing to me. I could kill you with one shot."
Oh yes. I was aware. ... | As we went into the fight sequence, I began to whisper, underneath even his insane perceptions.
"Evasion Up."
The Hero, without me even being able to blink, darted up to stab me, as my body reflexively darted out of the way.
*Miss!*
"Fuck these 95% accurate moves, good lord." The Hero glowered.
"Think You Can Tak... | |
[WP] "I don't wanna fight you, low-level bandit." Says the Lv.100 Hero, who killed the embodiment of space-time. "I wouldn't want to fight me, neither." Says the low-level bandit. | "I don't want to fight you." She said. Her voice was even, like she was merely stating a preference for her desired opponent.
"I wouldn't wanna fight me neither." I said, giving this smug bitch no such choice as I swung my axe at her. It swung through the air where she once was as I lost sight of her and tripped.
"Re... | It's finally over.
The final raid on the last dungeon of the game. All the max-level players with the server's one-of-a-kind legendary equipments came together to try to clear the game and end the server at last. We had waited for so long, for the final dungeon held a cruel trick - anyone who died here would have thei... | |
[WP] "I don't wanna fight you, low-level bandit." Says the Lv.100 Hero, who killed the embodiment of space-time. "I wouldn't want to fight me, neither." Says the low-level bandit. | "I wouldn't want to fight me, neither." I said.
I spat at the so-called hero's feet. The glob of slime I hocked up splattered disgustingly at his feet, and he danced away to avoid getting his shiny shoes dirty. Prissy brat.
"You're so weak, you're nothing to me. I could kill you with one shot."
Oh yes. I was aware. ... | It's finally over.
The final raid on the last dungeon of the game. All the max-level players with the server's one-of-a-kind legendary equipments came together to try to clear the game and end the server at last. We had waited for so long, for the final dungeon held a cruel trick - anyone who died here would have thei... | |
[WP] "I don't wanna fight you, low-level bandit." Says the Lv.100 Hero, who killed the embodiment of space-time. "I wouldn't want to fight me, neither." Says the low-level bandit. | “Yeah I wouldn’t want to fight me either,” the bandit said, but not full of the usual bravado I came to expect from bandits.
I looked at him puzzled, “and why wouldn’t you want to fight yourself?” I asked condescendingly.
“Because nobody wants anything to do with me!” He spat with a fervor that caught me off guard,... | It's finally over.
The final raid on the last dungeon of the game. All the max-level players with the server's one-of-a-kind legendary equipments came together to try to clear the game and end the server at last. We had waited for so long, for the final dungeon held a cruel trick - anyone who died here would have thei... | |
[WP] "I don't wanna fight you, low-level bandit." Says the Lv.100 Hero, who killed the embodiment of space-time. "I wouldn't want to fight me, neither." Says the low-level bandit. | "I don't think you understand," the Hero said. "It's not that I'd lose, it's-"
"You'd win, yeah. I know," the bandit said defeatedly. "I mean, of course."
"What do you mean?" asked the mighty hero, vanquisher of all evil.
"I mean come on. You've killed dragons, monsters, gods. Obviously, I know who you are. I just t... | It's finally over.
The final raid on the last dungeon of the game. All the max-level players with the server's one-of-a-kind legendary equipments came together to try to clear the game and end the server at last. We had waited for so long, for the final dungeon held a cruel trick - anyone who died here would have thei... | |
[WP] "I don't wanna fight you, low-level bandit." Says the Lv.100 Hero, who killed the embodiment of space-time. "I wouldn't want to fight me, neither." Says the low-level bandit. | "I wouldn't want to fight me, neither." I said.
I spat at the so-called hero's feet. The glob of slime I hocked up splattered disgustingly at his feet, and he danced away to avoid getting his shiny shoes dirty. Prissy brat.
"You're so weak, you're nothing to me. I could kill you with one shot."
Oh yes. I was aware. ... | "I don't want to fight you." She said. Her voice was even, like she was merely stating a preference for her desired opponent.
"I wouldn't wanna fight me neither." I said, giving this smug bitch no such choice as I swung my axe at her. It swung through the air where she once was as I lost sight of her and tripped.
"Re... | |
[WP] "I don't wanna fight you, low-level bandit." Says the Lv.100 Hero, who killed the embodiment of space-time. "I wouldn't want to fight me, neither." Says the low-level bandit. | “Yeah I wouldn’t want to fight me either,” the bandit said, but not full of the usual bravado I came to expect from bandits.
I looked at him puzzled, “and why wouldn’t you want to fight yourself?” I asked condescendingly.
“Because nobody wants anything to do with me!” He spat with a fervor that caught me off guard,... | I sighed at the bandit. He wore simple leather armour, sporting a well used sword. His long brown hair was a wild mop on his head, clearly untended to. His sharp face was set in a determined expression, though I could see a seed of doubt in his mind.
I shifted my balance, ready for him to make his inevitable swing. M... | |
[WP] "I don't wanna fight you, low-level bandit." Says the Lv.100 Hero, who killed the embodiment of space-time. "I wouldn't want to fight me, neither." Says the low-level bandit. | "I don't think you understand," the Hero said. "It's not that I'd lose, it's-"
"You'd win, yeah. I know," the bandit said defeatedly. "I mean, of course."
"What do you mean?" asked the mighty hero, vanquisher of all evil.
"I mean come on. You've killed dragons, monsters, gods. Obviously, I know who you are. I just t... | I sighed at the bandit. He wore simple leather armour, sporting a well used sword. His long brown hair was a wild mop on his head, clearly untended to. His sharp face was set in a determined expression, though I could see a seed of doubt in his mind.
I shifted my balance, ready for him to make his inevitable swing. M... | |
[WP] "I don't wanna fight you, low-level bandit." Says the Lv.100 Hero, who killed the embodiment of space-time. "I wouldn't want to fight me, neither." Says the low-level bandit. | "I don't think you understand," the Hero said. "It's not that I'd lose, it's-"
"You'd win, yeah. I know," the bandit said defeatedly. "I mean, of course."
"What do you mean?" asked the mighty hero, vanquisher of all evil.
"I mean come on. You've killed dragons, monsters, gods. Obviously, I know who you are. I just t... | “Yeah I wouldn’t want to fight me either,” the bandit said, but not full of the usual bravado I came to expect from bandits.
I looked at him puzzled, “and why wouldn’t you want to fight yourself?” I asked condescendingly.
“Because nobody wants anything to do with me!” He spat with a fervor that caught me off guard,... | |
[WP] In a universe where war is fought by remotely controlled armies of war machines, War is now more a sport and entertainment for the masses. Until the Humans were invited to compete, resulting in major upsets. No one knew humans were crazy enough to pilot the war machines directly from inside. | 1/4
"They are a species that use their namesake adjective 'Humane' to describe acts of kindness and empathy. We all should have known from the start that something was completely off with this bizarre and reclusive species."
unfortunately for the galactic community the study of the history and cultures of humanity on... | "What were you thinking?" growled Yrrtp, the Qthqrn representative to the Intergalactic Skirmish Arena and the referee for the match between the Commonwealth of Humankind and the Vkkln Interdependency.
It had been going well for both sides; brigades marched against each other on the massive artificial planetoid con... | |
[WP] In a universe where war is fought by remotely controlled armies of war machines, War is now more a sport and entertainment for the masses. Until the Humans were invited to compete, resulting in major upsets. No one knew humans were crazy enough to pilot the war machines directly from inside. | The Galactic Council in the year 2036 A.E. had officially invited the species known as Humans or as they have been called the Terrans to join the galactic community. Upon entering the space faring community Humanity quickly made a name for themselves.
Being gifted in the arts, music, and cuisine Humanity’s main expor... | “THIS IS FUCKING BULLSHIT!” Pilot #34025(it makes sense if you understand Klorfor drug culture and anatomy, promise) shouted after the human fleet managed to slip through their masterful checkmate enclosure. “Of course I can’t beat this fucking scrub when I can’t even install a pseudo-sentient AI to run my fleet’s hive... | |
[WP] In a universe where war is fought by remotely controlled armies of war machines, War is now more a sport and entertainment for the masses. Until the Humans were invited to compete, resulting in major upsets. No one knew humans were crazy enough to pilot the war machines directly from inside. | “Hey Jerome what the hell are the humans doing” Jerome asked his master Jerome of the Jeromeiens.
“I don’t know Jerome, but…” Master Jerome paused and looked at the rule book “Whatever their doing is allowed, let’s wait and see what happens.”
20 minutes later 75% of all the war machines from every civilization where ... | "Yeah, you're gonna get that sometimes. It's always the bilaterally symmetrical that are the craziest", said Opener.
Yielding Magnetism focused his awareness on the images from the inside of the wrecked cockpit, then back at Opener. "How can you tell *that* was bilaterally symmetrical?", he asked.
Opener's fields... | |
[WP] In a universe where war is fought by remotely controlled armies of war machines, War is now more a sport and entertainment for the masses. Until the Humans were invited to compete, resulting in major upsets. No one knew humans were crazy enough to pilot the war machines directly from inside. | “What do you mean I can go in manually?”
“Well, you might be too young to know this but, older models like your MW-2 came out during a transitional period where fully automated mecha were only quasi legal. To operate in that grey area, early automated MWs shipped with a minimal cockpit and an analog neural interface.... | "Yeah, you're gonna get that sometimes. It's always the bilaterally symmetrical that are the craziest", said Opener.
Yielding Magnetism focused his awareness on the images from the inside of the wrecked cockpit, then back at Opener. "How can you tell *that* was bilaterally symmetrical?", he asked.
Opener's fields... | |
[WP] In a universe where war is fought by remotely controlled armies of war machines, War is now more a sport and entertainment for the masses. Until the Humans were invited to compete, resulting in major upsets. No one knew humans were crazy enough to pilot the war machines directly from inside. | (inspired by u/K-Motorbike-12's response!)
The Gestalt challenged us to war, saying it would be all in good fun. The only thing that would happen is that space fleets would collide and pretty explosions would happen in space for everyone else in the galactic community to watch. We declined, told them that our fleets w... | "Yeah, you're gonna get that sometimes. It's always the bilaterally symmetrical that are the craziest", said Opener.
Yielding Magnetism focused his awareness on the images from the inside of the wrecked cockpit, then back at Opener. "How can you tell *that* was bilaterally symmetrical?", he asked.
Opener's fields... | |
[WP] In a universe where war is fought by remotely controlled armies of war machines, War is now more a sport and entertainment for the masses. Until the Humans were invited to compete, resulting in major upsets. No one knew humans were crazy enough to pilot the war machines directly from inside. | The Galactic Council in the year 2036 A.E. had officially invited the species known as Humans or as they have been called the Terrans to join the galactic community. Upon entering the space faring community Humanity quickly made a name for themselves.
Being gifted in the arts, music, and cuisine Humanity’s main expor... | "Yeah, you're gonna get that sometimes. It's always the bilaterally symmetrical that are the craziest", said Opener.
Yielding Magnetism focused his awareness on the images from the inside of the wrecked cockpit, then back at Opener. "How can you tell *that* was bilaterally symmetrical?", he asked.
Opener's fields... | |
[WP] In a universe where war is fought by remotely controlled armies of war machines, War is now more a sport and entertainment for the masses. Until the Humans were invited to compete, resulting in major upsets. No one knew humans were crazy enough to pilot the war machines directly from inside. | The Galactic Council in the year 2036 A.E. had officially invited the species known as Humans or as they have been called the Terrans to join the galactic community. Upon entering the space faring community Humanity quickly made a name for themselves.
Being gifted in the arts, music, and cuisine Humanity’s main expor... | “Hey Jerome what the hell are the humans doing” Jerome asked his master Jerome of the Jeromeiens.
“I don’t know Jerome, but…” Master Jerome paused and looked at the rule book “Whatever their doing is allowed, let’s wait and see what happens.”
20 minutes later 75% of all the war machines from every civilization where ... | |
[WP] In a universe where war is fought by remotely controlled armies of war machines, War is now more a sport and entertainment for the masses. Until the Humans were invited to compete, resulting in major upsets. No one knew humans were crazy enough to pilot the war machines directly from inside. | (inspired by u/K-Motorbike-12's response!)
The Gestalt challenged us to war, saying it would be all in good fun. The only thing that would happen is that space fleets would collide and pretty explosions would happen in space for everyone else in the galactic community to watch. We declined, told them that our fleets w... | “What do you mean I can go in manually?”
“Well, you might be too young to know this but, older models like your MW-2 came out during a transitional period where fully automated mecha were only quasi legal. To operate in that grey area, early automated MWs shipped with a minimal cockpit and an analog neural interface.... | |
[WP] In a universe where war is fought by remotely controlled armies of war machines, War is now more a sport and entertainment for the masses. Until the Humans were invited to compete, resulting in major upsets. No one knew humans were crazy enough to pilot the war machines directly from inside. | The Galactic Council in the year 2036 A.E. had officially invited the species known as Humans or as they have been called the Terrans to join the galactic community. Upon entering the space faring community Humanity quickly made a name for themselves.
Being gifted in the arts, music, and cuisine Humanity’s main expor... | “What do you mean I can go in manually?”
“Well, you might be too young to know this but, older models like your MW-2 came out during a transitional period where fully automated mecha were only quasi legal. To operate in that grey area, early automated MWs shipped with a minimal cockpit and an analog neural interface.... | |
[WP] In a universe where war is fought by remotely controlled armies of war machines, War is now more a sport and entertainment for the masses. Until the Humans were invited to compete, resulting in major upsets. No one knew humans were crazy enough to pilot the war machines directly from inside. | The Galactic Council in the year 2036 A.E. had officially invited the species known as Humans or as they have been called the Terrans to join the galactic community. Upon entering the space faring community Humanity quickly made a name for themselves.
Being gifted in the arts, music, and cuisine Humanity’s main expor... | The Stadium was in shock and awe as the human mechs and jets all tore through the alien technology like butter. When humans were invited to the Mech Destructo Death Ring, we assumed they would simply remote control their guns. But no one expected for them to GET IN THEM AND CONTROL THEM. They mowed through basic contro... | |
[WP] In a universe where war is fought by remotely controlled armies of war machines, War is now more a sport and entertainment for the masses. Until the Humans were invited to compete, resulting in major upsets. No one knew humans were crazy enough to pilot the war machines directly from inside. | With all his strength, the pilot punched down on the controls.
The mechanism (of sorts) which jumpstarted the colossal War Machine™ into action began to pulse with a soft light. In the distance was a deafening groan, like some terrible beast writhing in agony. After that, only silence.
“Damnit!”
The pilot sighed. H... | The Stadium was in shock and awe as the human mechs and jets all tore through the alien technology like butter. When humans were invited to the Mech Destructo Death Ring, we assumed they would simply remote control their guns. But no one expected for them to GET IN THEM AND CONTROL THEM. They mowed through basic contro... | |
[WP] In a universe where war is fought by remotely controlled armies of war machines, War is now more a sport and entertainment for the masses. Until the Humans were invited to compete, resulting in major upsets. No one knew humans were crazy enough to pilot the war machines directly from inside. | The Galactic Council in the year 2036 A.E. had officially invited the species known as Humans or as they have been called the Terrans to join the galactic community. Upon entering the space faring community Humanity quickly made a name for themselves.
Being gifted in the arts, music, and cuisine Humanity’s main expor... | (inspired by u/K-Motorbike-12's response!)
The Gestalt challenged us to war, saying it would be all in good fun. The only thing that would happen is that space fleets would collide and pretty explosions would happen in space for everyone else in the galactic community to watch. We declined, told them that our fleets w... | |
[WP] "And always remember kids, crime does not pay!" the hero said to the group of children watching the aftermath of a superhero fight. One child raises their hand. "How much do they pay you?" | Damn it, I thought. I’m on the clock and this kid has to hold me back. But being faced by a few dozen cellphones and a gaggle of the media, I had no choice.
“Well kid, for guys like me, it’s not about the money. It’s about putting a smile on your face and keeping you safe!” I gave him my signature Ultiman finger guns ... | Well in my case I'm a vigilante so it's more of a hobby really but..." I turn to crash-test as he's putting cuffs on the guy. "Hey crash! How much do they pay you?"
He looks up at me then at the villain then he stare in no particular direction. He's wearing a biker helmet but I can feel his empty eyes pondering his jo... | |
[WP] "And always remember kids, crime does not pay!" the hero said to the group of children watching the aftermath of a superhero fight. One child raises their hand. "How much do they pay you?" | "Um," I say, unsure how to answer. "Well, the pay I get is seeing this city at peace. Seeing the faces of the citizens happy. But physical money, no."
"Then why do you do it? It seems like a lot of work."
"Well, I mean, I have powers. Why not use them, am I wrong?"
"I don't know, " another kid cuts in. "I wouldn't d... | Well kiddo most properly licensed heroes make about fifty to seventy five thousand a year with guaranteed raises every few years. Beyond that most of us do actually do licensing and media deals which we can get a percentage from but I tend to give most of mine to local charities and organizations that I like. Nothing b... | |
[WP] "And always remember kids, crime does not pay!" the hero said to the group of children watching the aftermath of a superhero fight. One child raises their hand. "How much do they pay you?" | There was a long silence.
I was blinking at the question, as I didn't get paid at all. Technically since I used my fortune to repair the city in the name of charity, I paid to be a hero. Not that it was news to me, but it did really bring to light how much I did pay to be a hero.
"Captain Iron?" The young girl seeme... | Well kiddo most properly licensed heroes make about fifty to seventy five thousand a year with guaranteed raises every few years. Beyond that most of us do actually do licensing and media deals which we can get a percentage from but I tend to give most of mine to local charities and organizations that I like. Nothing b... | |
[WP] "And always remember kids, crime does not pay!" the hero said to the group of children watching the aftermath of a superhero fight. One child raises their hand. "How much do they pay you?" | \[Business: As Usual\]
Restraint took note of the kid; students like him were the reason Restraint gave his talks. He was seated in the school library surrounded by a small crowd. His talk wasn't mandatory for anyone and usually, the only ones that attended were actually interested in being Heroes. But, Restraint wasn... | Looking flabbergasted, the hero looked at the kid. Trying to come up with a response, he just couldn’t. Turning his chiseled face to the bank, all the citizens cheering him on, with the police chief himself tipping his hat, he knew how much the job payed.
*absolutely nothing*
Making a brand new hole in the bank wall,... | |
[WP] In dragon society, humans are believed to be mythical creatures who use advanced technology instead of magic. You woke up today with a mild hangover and a human in your bed | Icicles sliced wickedly through Krivual's head as he shifted upon his bed upon his golden hoard and loosed a trickle of coins, each bounce exacting a singular toll upon his tender psyche.
*Ping, ping, plop*!
*Plop?*
That can't be right. The golden dragon, greatest of them all, and also the one with the largest hango... | I awoke, my head pounding. For one such as I spirits dont often effect me so. But I often find good company to be... intoxicating. Thankful for the polymorph spell and my ring of everlasting, I sat up, still in my human form. As Cas shifted in the bed beside me I froze, an unfamiliar fear filled me in that moment. I sa... | |
[WP] You are a mighty draconian blacksmith for a small village in the mountains. You make unbreakable tools for the villagers in exchange for coin, yet refuse to make weapons. Until… | The warlord entered the smithy and snorted in disgust at what he saw. “I have to admit,” he said, “I expected more.”
The blacksmith set down his hammer, carefully placing a red-hot scythe blade back into the fire before responding. “My lord?”
“Farming tools?” said the warlord, shaking his head in mock dismay.... | The bar is bursting with lively conversation, laughter, and cheers followed by thuds of wooden mugs filled with cheap beer foaming out of the top. The lights are swaying back and forth with all the buzz, and the bartenders are busily scrubbing, mixing, chatting, and clearing tables. A young man with messy hair sits at ... | |
[WP] You are a mighty draconian blacksmith for a small village in the mountains. You make unbreakable tools for the villagers in exchange for coin, yet refuse to make weapons. Until… | In all my years, I've never seen a more broken woman in my life. Jenessa was an adventurer, a very popular, respectful, and powerful one at that. She had taken on many great quests in her time, from destroying an army of the undead, to killing dragons (good riddance. The less of them around, the better). She had a good... | "But come on!" Yelled the adventurer Volris "I need a sword to kill the bandit leader nearby, he's been extracting tribute from every village in the region!" his shouts echoed throughout the village, him angrily stomping back and forth, while Joldr calmly continued forging the farming tools that the villagers requested... | |
[WP] You are a mighty draconian blacksmith for a small village in the mountains. You make unbreakable tools for the villagers in exchange for coin, yet refuse to make weapons. Until… | The stranger standing before me pulled off his hat and scarf to reveal a face that I've never seen nor heard of before - pale skin tarnished with weather strung over bones, messy short hair and a long nose. What made that face different from other travellers were the deeply seated grayish blue eyes resembling a winter... | "But come on!" Yelled the adventurer Volris "I need a sword to kill the bandit leader nearby, he's been extracting tribute from every village in the region!" his shouts echoed throughout the village, him angrily stomping back and forth, while Joldr calmly continued forging the farming tools that the villagers requested... | |
[WP] You are a mighty draconian blacksmith for a small village in the mountains. You make unbreakable tools for the villagers in exchange for coin, yet refuse to make weapons. Until… | The stranger standing before me pulled off his hat and scarf to reveal a face that I've never seen nor heard of before - pale skin tarnished with weather strung over bones, messy short hair and a long nose. What made that face different from other travellers were the deeply seated grayish blue eyes resembling a winter... | The blonde woman entered with a slow walk.
I still remember I immediatly understood she was not from the village. Nither from the country.
I supposed she was from the other side of the river. Sure to get to my village it must have been a long walk.
I took off my hat and bowed. I had no fear to show her my long horn... | |
[WP] Just as human teenagers use satanic imagery to be edgy, so too to demon teenagers use godly imagery to be edgy | College is where many learn to explore their innermost characteristics. Embrace the wild side, so to speak.
And the Institute was no exception to the rule. Humans, monsters, eldritch beings, religious entities. It turns out everyone feels about the same when it comes to being on your own for the first time. Paying b... | Stanley gets up from bed with a jump. He is excited that he got his driver's license today. Demon teenagers get their license at 15 years old, and he got it a few weeks ago. As a gift, his dad handed him money to buy a car. He exited his house and ran down the hills, with fire covering a whole lot of the landscape.
On... | |
[WP] Just as human teenagers use satanic imagery to be edgy, so too to demon teenagers use godly imagery to be edgy | College is where many learn to explore their innermost characteristics. Embrace the wild side, so to speak.
And the Institute was no exception to the rule. Humans, monsters, eldritch beings, religious entities. It turns out everyone feels about the same when it comes to being on your own for the first time. Paying b... | In the room of a hellion teen in Hell, there are bibles and Christian books strewn out on the tables. Our demon named, Mastema, is a fallen angel who is trying out rosaries in front of a mirror. He picks up a wooden rosary to wear and takes notice of his horns, grabbing a file to shave them down. On the table is a pair... | |
[WP] Just as human teenagers use satanic imagery to be edgy, so too to demon teenagers use godly imagery to be edgy | “It is a total disgrace!” Luther said. “I will not tolerate such blasphemy in my own house!” He was irate. Veins pulsating, face flushing, and a heat wave that could set hell on fire - if it wasn’t already. “I have called this meeting to solve this problem once and for all. I can’t stand little imps whistling ‘Ode to J... | In the room of a hellion teen in Hell, there are bibles and Christian books strewn out on the tables. Our demon named, Mastema, is a fallen angel who is trying out rosaries in front of a mirror. He picks up a wooden rosary to wear and takes notice of his horns, grabbing a file to shave them down. On the table is a pair... | |
[WP] Pastafarianism was right all along. The great spaghetti has spoken, and it’s followers raptured. | I should have seen the signs.
It began when every beer factory the world over delivered stale shipments. It was quickly described in the news as, “the Great Returns,” as every customer flocked to return their booze. The experts claimed the cause was climate change. Climate change itself would become the last great sig... | [Poem]
*Spaghetti Rapture*
I'm not sure where my mother went.
She was here this morning.
The grocery store is where I was sent
to buy more ravioli.
But when I came back home I was quite disturbed
to find my mother missing.
She wasn't in the living room
or inside the kitchen.
Maybe she went... | |
[WP]You were destined to defeat the Evil Overlord and bring peace to the world. But the people believed you were too weak and cast you out. However, there was one person who saw your potential and took you in; the Evil Overlord. | *When shadows stretch and encroach upon the sun, the son of man will take up the holy blade and with it, bring about a new age of man.*
"This was a mistake." David whimpered at his master's words, so sore and so exhausted he couldn't even lift his head to look at the man. "You have 10 minutes to leave my dojo."... | Destiny. Fate. The Primordial Script.
It’s ungodly just how many twist the vague words of a prophecy into some pride stained image of prosperity. Fate favors none, but hates none. It’s words will be fulfilled, just not in the way you anticipate. This was a truth the Kingdoms learned in blood.
I was just a small boy,... | |
[WP] Your dying lover jokingly swears that if you sell their precious collection, they’ll come back and haunt you. After their death, you sell it all, hoping they’ll keep their promise. | It has been a month now since I sold Alan's records. Some were quite valuable, and goodness knows I needed help covering funeral costs.
I wasn't using them anyway, I rationalize. I can't listen to them.
It's too painful.
The night I sold them, I lay awake till dawn. Every creak, every shadow had me sitting upright i... | I sit here, in waiting, in hope.
There are those that would say that I still grieve. That this is a irrational reaction to the death of a loved one. Others would say I'm insane. Or a fool.
Perhaps they are right.
But I *must* try. There is no other option. I must see my love again. I cannot fathom continuing on ano... | |
[WP] When aliens finally came to Earth it was less of an 'invasion' but more of an 8th grade geography field trip | The aliens from planet Allrock chittered as their silver saucer zoomed towards Planet 238-B.
Inside, one hat-wearing alienhad his hands on what resembled a pogo stick. When he moved the stick left, the saucer moved left. When he jerked the stick right, the saucer lurched right. When he jumped on it and pushed down on... | "There's the Eiffel Tower!" I say to the Utopians. Upon their request, I'm showing some of the Utopians some of Earth's landmarks. Right now, we're in Paris. The Utopians are so excited to learn about us and our planet, they're acting sort of like eighth graders, rather than the polite, sophisticated species I came to ... | |
[WP] As the president makes her final statement on the legal status of supers, she comments on how much safer the world will be without them making a mess of things. The white house behind her explodes, out of its flames walks a man with light in his eyes. He says three simple words: "Is. That. So?" | "Yes, it is so, Atomic" the president addressed the man who had probably just killed over a dozen staffers in an instant, just to make a point.
"You really think you don't need us? You think all of us who spent our lives protecting you pathetic normals will just fade into the shadows?"
"Many supers have done a grea... | I'd been given my powers by a metaphorical dragon in much the same way that a goose is given corn on its journey to become foie gras. It stripped me of my humanity and my physicality, then remade me into the conscious avatar of a concept. More to the point, it conscripted me into a series of petty wars between the fi... | |
[WP] As the president makes her final statement on the legal status of supers, she comments on how much safer the world will be without them making a mess of things. The white house behind her explodes, out of its flames walks a man with light in his eyes. He says three simple words: "Is. That. So?" | "Yes, it is so, Atomic" the president addressed the man who had probably just killed over a dozen staffers in an instant, just to make a point.
"You really think you don't need us? You think all of us who spent our lives protecting you pathetic normals will just fade into the shadows?"
"Many supers have done a grea... | When super-powered people started appearing five years ago, everyone expected them to fulfill a norm of a hero and a villain, but it didn’t quite work like that.
Being a true hero meant being selfless, and helping everyone equally without any gain. Also, it meant exposing yourself and your family to constant danger. T... | |
[WP] As the president makes her final statement on the legal status of supers, she comments on how much safer the world will be without them making a mess of things. The white house behind her explodes, out of its flames walks a man with light in his eyes. He says three simple words: "Is. That. So?" | She was expecting this. She knew a stunt of this magnitude would be pulled. There was nothing she could really do about it when it would happen, but still, she stood tall, facing the hovering figure, her long time colleague Striker.
Now was no time to back down. All she could do was stand, waiting for his arrival. As... | When super-powered people started appearing five years ago, everyone expected them to fulfill a norm of a hero and a villain, but it didn’t quite work like that.
Being a true hero meant being selfless, and helping everyone equally without any gain. Also, it meant exposing yourself and your family to constant danger. T... | |
[WP] There's a teenage girl said to be the most beautiful and pure in all the land, many will travel for miles just to gaze at her beauty. When a dragon threatens to destroy her small village, the fair maiden, with no fear, approaches it, to ask what it is that he seeks. | It wasn't so much Kathleen's lack of fear that left the villagers in awe as she approached the beast. Underneath her golden locks, she seemed to frown ever so slightly, as if met with a mild annoyance. Had the mighty beast been invisible, they would have believed she was heading into the field to chase away a mere crow... | Part 1
Carolina gazed out the window of her small room, dreaming of being anywhere else. In the road below a small crowd had gathered, staring back at her. They called to her. Some asked her to bestow blessings upon them. Others requested her hand in marriage. Many placed coins in a dish that had been set in front of ... | |
[WP] There's a teenage girl said to be the most beautiful and pure in all the land, many will travel for miles just to gaze at her beauty. When a dragon threatens to destroy her small village, the fair maiden, with no fear, approaches it, to ask what it is that he seeks. | When morning broke, all was silent and silence was bad. In Terranya, the land is never silent. Birds sing, wolves howl, deer bellow, and bears snarl. Where one animal ceases to speak, another takes their place to continue the chorus. This was not a tradition or a ritual. It was a fact of life in the realm of Terranya. ... | Part 1
Carolina gazed out the window of her small room, dreaming of being anywhere else. In the road below a small crowd had gathered, staring back at her. They called to her. Some asked her to bestow blessings upon them. Others requested her hand in marriage. Many placed coins in a dish that had been set in front of ... | |
[WP] There's a teenage girl said to be the most beautiful and pure in all the land, many will travel for miles just to gaze at her beauty. When a dragon threatens to destroy her small village, the fair maiden, with no fear, approaches it, to ask what it is that he seeks. | When morning broke, all was silent and silence was bad. In Terranya, the land is never silent. Birds sing, wolves howl, deer bellow, and bears snarl. Where one animal ceases to speak, another takes their place to continue the chorus. This was not a tradition or a ritual. It was a fact of life in the realm of Terranya. ... | Burnt skin, and a charred corpse. Not a single shred of hair was left over. Thousands stared at the body, admiring the cracks along the skin, and the few remnants of non-boiled blood that seeped onto the floor. The dragon had taken one thing, her eyes, for as bright as they had been, and full of determined arrogance.
... | |
[WP] There's a teenage girl said to be the most beautiful and pure in all the land, many will travel for miles just to gaze at her beauty. When a dragon threatens to destroy her small village, the fair maiden, with no fear, approaches it, to ask what it is that he seeks. | The hulking green monstrosity came to a stop in the smoking wreckage of a house. A girl stood in its path, arms outstretched, a look of pleading on her young face. An angry shout issued from deep inside the great green form, then repeated.
“Why are we stopped? Ivan, what do you see? Contact? Markov, swivel this turret... | Burnt skin, and a charred corpse. Not a single shred of hair was left over. Thousands stared at the body, admiring the cracks along the skin, and the few remnants of non-boiled blood that seeped onto the floor. The dragon had taken one thing, her eyes, for as bright as they had been, and full of determined arrogance.
... | |
[WP] There's a teenage girl said to be the most beautiful and pure in all the land, many will travel for miles just to gaze at her beauty. When a dragon threatens to destroy her small village, the fair maiden, with no fear, approaches it, to ask what it is that he seeks. | The village waited with hushed breath, watching as their trophy, their pearl, their triumph, walked towards the monster.
She had managed to slip away while they were scrambling to bring everyone inside the walls, preparing the repel the dread creature that was approaching them. The vile dragon, larger than their villa... | Burnt skin, and a charred corpse. Not a single shred of hair was left over. Thousands stared at the body, admiring the cracks along the skin, and the few remnants of non-boiled blood that seeped onto the floor. The dragon had taken one thing, her eyes, for as bright as they had been, and full of determined arrogance.
... | |
[WP] There's a teenage girl said to be the most beautiful and pure in all the land, many will travel for miles just to gaze at her beauty. When a dragon threatens to destroy her small village, the fair maiden, with no fear, approaches it, to ask what it is that he seeks. | "Mighty dragon, what is it you seek?"
Her voice rang out, strong and brave. The Treasure of Hilla Village was dwarfed by the black beast before her, yet she had no fear.
The dragon looked at her, surprised and amused. It was used to humans fleeing in terror. It had seen hunting parties shake at its sight, even as the... | Burnt skin, and a charred corpse. Not a single shred of hair was left over. Thousands stared at the body, admiring the cracks along the skin, and the few remnants of non-boiled blood that seeped onto the floor. The dragon had taken one thing, her eyes, for as bright as they had been, and full of determined arrogance.
... | |
[WP] There's a teenage girl said to be the most beautiful and pure in all the land, many will travel for miles just to gaze at her beauty. When a dragon threatens to destroy her small village, the fair maiden, with no fear, approaches it, to ask what it is that he seeks. | The village waited with hushed breath, watching as their trophy, their pearl, their triumph, walked towards the monster.
She had managed to slip away while they were scrambling to bring everyone inside the walls, preparing the repel the dread creature that was approaching them. The vile dragon, larger than their villa... | The hulking green monstrosity came to a stop in the smoking wreckage of a house. A girl stood in its path, arms outstretched, a look of pleading on her young face. An angry shout issued from deep inside the great green form, then repeated.
“Why are we stopped? Ivan, what do you see? Contact? Markov, swivel this turret... | |
[WP] There's a teenage girl said to be the most beautiful and pure in all the land, many will travel for miles just to gaze at her beauty. When a dragon threatens to destroy her small village, the fair maiden, with no fear, approaches it, to ask what it is that he seeks. | "Mighty dragon, what is it you seek?"
Her voice rang out, strong and brave. The Treasure of Hilla Village was dwarfed by the black beast before her, yet she had no fear.
The dragon looked at her, surprised and amused. It was used to humans fleeing in terror. It had seen hunting parties shake at its sight, even as the... | The hulking green monstrosity came to a stop in the smoking wreckage of a house. A girl stood in its path, arms outstretched, a look of pleading on her young face. An angry shout issued from deep inside the great green form, then repeated.
“Why are we stopped? Ivan, what do you see? Contact? Markov, swivel this turret... | |
[WP] The woman looked at her at her blind date and said, "I told Tammy that I wanted old and rich...not eldritch." | “Oh, so Cthulhu not good enough for you?”
“That’s not what I meant… um-” Em blinked. She wasn’t quite sure what to make of her, well, ‘date.’ The one thing she knew was that Tammy had a lot of explaining to do.
“Cthulhu devour one or two reality, spend three lifetime of universe in prison, only get out and be treated... | "That's not very nice of you, young lady." said the old man sitting on the other end of the table.
"Don't call me 'young lady' you fifty-year old fossil! I'm just ten years younger than you for fuck's sake! And you're not even that rich!"
"And I specifically asked for a nice younger woman, preferably early in her th... | |
[WP] The woman looked at her at her blind date and said, "I told Tammy that I wanted old and rich...not eldritch." | Lady Cthylla sits across from me, studying her menu. I told Tammy I wanted old and rich...not eldritch. This is the last time I let her talk me into a blind date.
We've already burned through all the standard first-date small talk. Where do you live? Me: Brooklyn. Her: beneath the flooded fishing town of Oakmont, not ... | "That's not very nice of you, young lady." said the old man sitting on the other end of the table.
"Don't call me 'young lady' you fifty-year old fossil! I'm just ten years younger than you for fuck's sake! And you're not even that rich!"
"And I specifically asked for a nice younger woman, preferably early in her th... | |
[WP] The woman looked at her at her blind date and said, "I told Tammy that I wanted old and rich...not eldritch." | Blind dates are ideal. The sightless don't go insane upon meeting us. We admit there was some confusion among us about the term on our first date. Tammy should have been more clear, or perhaps the onus was on us to clarify. But, it was only a brief encounter. A few months in a pleasure dimension will probably straighte... | "That's not very nice of you, young lady." said the old man sitting on the other end of the table.
"Don't call me 'young lady' you fifty-year old fossil! I'm just ten years younger than you for fuck's sake! And you're not even that rich!"
"And I specifically asked for a nice younger woman, preferably early in her th... | |
[WP] Far into the future, scientists have figured out a way to simulate the creation of the universe. They speed up the simulation and let it sit. The next day, the researchers see themselves pacing back and forth on the screen. | “Where the heck are you, Prof. Kumar?”, muttered Catherine under her breath as she knocked for the fifth time on her PhD advisor’s office door. She knew a sixth knock wouldn’t magically make him appear inside his office, but she tried anyway, waited a few seconds, sighed and then stormed off to the graduate student off... | Everyone celebrated in the background, I make a call,
"Hello"
"Hello? I thought I told you not to call me again?"
Confused I replied "Sorry, whats wrong?"
\*tone dial\*
"Thats strange" as I lay back in my chair and doze off with a bottle of scotch in hand.
My alarm starts ringing, "5:30? Already? Half an hour unt... | |
[WP] throughout your life you have always donated regularly to blood banks. One day a demon appears to claim a contract you didnt sign... | "**Well... This is awkward.**" The hulking, fiery mass of sin and evil says, rubbing the back of his head, "**By all laws of heaven and hell, I should be ripping your left arm off your body as the contract dictates but-**"
"It wasn't me!" I shout, stomping the ground in indignation, "I don't even know where to start w... | "If I had a nickel for every time someone used another person's blood to sign a demonic contract in bad faith, I'd have 2 nickels," the demon said, "which isn't a lot but its weird that it happened twice."
"Ok," I said, "so you aren't gonna claim my soul on their behalf?"
"Ha, I still get to claim that guys soul," th... | |
[WP] You are a famous hero, recognized far and wide. You stand before a locked door with an altar reading "sacrifice that which you hold most dear to proceed". You stand naked with all your belongings stacked on altar. The door doesn't budge. Your party is getting impatient. | Standing before the alter, completely naked I looked down, before slowly redressing. The party behind me tilting their heads.
I looked up at them before slowly lowering my head again. “No treasure beyond that door is worth it, and whatever evil there is would only use everything against me.”
The elf yelled at me swea... | (Written on mobile, kinda short but lmk what yall think :3)
I take a step back for a moment. Reading over the inscription in my mind over and over. I eventually relay the translation to the rest of my crew, who all nod and respond now knowing what must be done.
“Well go on, do it.” Said Seth, an impatient prince who ... | |
[WP] You are a famous hero, recognized far and wide. You stand before a locked door with an altar reading "sacrifice that which you hold most dear to proceed". You stand naked with all your belongings stacked on altar. The door doesn't budge. Your party is getting impatient. | Huffing and puffing, I arrive at the room with the altar. The quest is getting closer and closer to its end. And the end will be glorious. We've all dreamed of it since childhood. It is the highest glory. And soon it is to be glory shared by us, the Seven Sorcerers. That is the alliterating name we gave our team - Doro... | (Written on mobile, kinda short but lmk what yall think :3)
I take a step back for a moment. Reading over the inscription in my mind over and over. I eventually relay the translation to the rest of my crew, who all nod and respond now knowing what must be done.
“Well go on, do it.” Said Seth, an impatient prince who ... | |
[WP] You are a famous hero, recognized far and wide. You stand before a locked door with an altar reading "sacrifice that which you hold most dear to proceed". You stand naked with all your belongings stacked on altar. The door doesn't budge. Your party is getting impatient. | After all these years, he is finally facing the door to the evil wizard who massacred his family. Yet as a wizard, he has placed an extremely evil altar to protect his front door. In front of the altar are countless dead bodies, treasures of extreme value, full of clothes and possessions of multiple adventurers, it was... | (Written on mobile, kinda short but lmk what yall think :3)
I take a step back for a moment. Reading over the inscription in my mind over and over. I eventually relay the translation to the rest of my crew, who all nod and respond now knowing what must be done.
“Well go on, do it.” Said Seth, an impatient prince who ... | |
[WP] You are a famous hero, recognized far and wide. You stand before a locked door with an altar reading "sacrifice that which you hold most dear to proceed". You stand naked with all your belongings stacked on altar. The door doesn't budge. Your party is getting impatient. | Standing before the alter, completely naked I looked down, before slowly redressing. The party behind me tilting their heads.
I looked up at them before slowly lowering my head again. “No treasure beyond that door is worth it, and whatever evil there is would only use everything against me.”
The elf yelled at me swea... | This IS the right altar right? The inscription is right on the door behind it, shimmering in a mockingly merry rainbow of light.
"Sacrifice that which you hold most dear to proceed".
Ancient wizards had insane security.
It's all on the altar. The Sword of Palidron, the enchanted armor, the Cloak of Whispers. My shoe... | |
[WP] You are a famous hero, recognized far and wide. You stand before a locked door with an altar reading "sacrifice that which you hold most dear to proceed". You stand naked with all your belongings stacked on altar. The door doesn't budge. Your party is getting impatient. | King Oliver, the slayer of dragons, and his loyal knights stood at the last obstacle to his quest. An unearthly plague has broken out in his lands, having traced its origin to this very spot here, the king was convinced the solution lied behind these massive doors.
"But the bloody thing won't budge" shouted Sir Henry,... | There, in the temple, in the back corner, I finally see it.
The door. The legendary portal. I have spent decades unpicking puzzles, plumbing the depths of the Earth, and mounting the vaults of the sky. Always another trick, always another talisman.
I need only turn my head to see the place I started. Right there in t... | |
[WP] You are a famous hero, recognized far and wide. You stand before a locked door with an altar reading "sacrifice that which you hold most dear to proceed". You stand naked with all your belongings stacked on altar. The door doesn't budge. Your party is getting impatient. | Huffing and puffing, I arrive at the room with the altar. The quest is getting closer and closer to its end. And the end will be glorious. We've all dreamed of it since childhood. It is the highest glory. And soon it is to be glory shared by us, the Seven Sorcerers. That is the alliterating name we gave our team - Doro... | There, in the temple, in the back corner, I finally see it.
The door. The legendary portal. I have spent decades unpicking puzzles, plumbing the depths of the Earth, and mounting the vaults of the sky. Always another trick, always another talisman.
I need only turn my head to see the place I started. Right there in t... | |
[WP] You are a famous hero, recognized far and wide. You stand before a locked door with an altar reading "sacrifice that which you hold most dear to proceed". You stand naked with all your belongings stacked on altar. The door doesn't budge. Your party is getting impatient. | After all these years, he is finally facing the door to the evil wizard who massacred his family. Yet as a wizard, he has placed an extremely evil altar to protect his front door. In front of the altar are countless dead bodies, treasures of extreme value, full of clothes and possessions of multiple adventurers, it was... | There, in the temple, in the back corner, I finally see it.
The door. The legendary portal. I have spent decades unpicking puzzles, plumbing the depths of the Earth, and mounting the vaults of the sky. Always another trick, always another talisman.
I need only turn my head to see the place I started. Right there in t... | |
[WP] You are a famous hero, recognized far and wide. You stand before a locked door with an altar reading "sacrifice that which you hold most dear to proceed". You stand naked with all your belongings stacked on altar. The door doesn't budge. Your party is getting impatient. | After all these years, he is finally facing the door to the evil wizard who massacred his family. Yet as a wizard, he has placed an extremely evil altar to protect his front door. In front of the altar are countless dead bodies, treasures of extreme value, full of clothes and possessions of multiple adventurers, it was... | King Oliver, the slayer of dragons, and his loyal knights stood at the last obstacle to his quest. An unearthly plague has broken out in his lands, having traced its origin to this very spot here, the king was convinced the solution lied behind these massive doors.
"But the bloody thing won't budge" shouted Sir Henry,... | |
[WP] You are a famous hero, recognized far and wide. You stand before a locked door with an altar reading "sacrifice that which you hold most dear to proceed". You stand naked with all your belongings stacked on altar. The door doesn't budge. Your party is getting impatient. | After all these years, he is finally facing the door to the evil wizard who massacred his family. Yet as a wizard, he has placed an extremely evil altar to protect his front door. In front of the altar are countless dead bodies, treasures of extreme value, full of clothes and possessions of multiple adventurers, it was... | The hero looked back at his party of fellow adventurers. "What else can I put?" He said, sighing.
"It's based on you, so how are we supposed to know?" Replied the medic of the group, Davion, shielding his eyes from the hero's nude, and presumably chiseled figure.
*"What I hold dear... What I hold- Oh no!"* The hero t... | |
[WP] You are a famous hero, recognized far and wide. You stand before a locked door with an altar reading "sacrifice that which you hold most dear to proceed". You stand naked with all your belongings stacked on altar. The door doesn't budge. Your party is getting impatient. | I exhaled heavily and hung my head. I had tried everything I owned. None of my great weapons and equipment, artifacts, keepsakes or personal items had opened the door. My party members, great adventurers and friends that they were, had already offered themselves to no avail. Even my clothes were in the pile on the alta... | “What by the beard of Santa Dwarf could you possibly be holding onto?” The Dwarf called Little Rock exclaimed, hammering the wall with his level 59 war-hammer.
The Elf Ranger Zigaloas was tapping his foot. “I agree with the dwarf. We are taking too long and my wife is all ready for me and every minute we waste makes ... | |
[WP] You are a famous hero, recognized far and wide. You stand before a locked door with an altar reading "sacrifice that which you hold most dear to proceed". You stand naked with all your belongings stacked on altar. The door doesn't budge. Your party is getting impatient. | So I'm naked. I have nothing more to give.
So I think, "Something abstract? My pride?" And say a loud "Im too afraid of germs to use a public bathroom".
Nothing.
My darkest secret? "I'm usually so constipated I have to use a stick"
It's my superhero diet. All protien. Nothing.
My greatest Joy? "I'll never have sex w... | “What by the beard of Santa Dwarf could you possibly be holding onto?” The Dwarf called Little Rock exclaimed, hammering the wall with his level 59 war-hammer.
The Elf Ranger Zigaloas was tapping his foot. “I agree with the dwarf. We are taking too long and my wife is all ready for me and every minute we waste makes ... | |
[WP] You are a famous hero, recognized far and wide. You stand before a locked door with an altar reading "sacrifice that which you hold most dear to proceed". You stand naked with all your belongings stacked on altar. The door doesn't budge. Your party is getting impatient. | After all these years, he is finally facing the door to the evil wizard who massacred his family. Yet as a wizard, he has placed an extremely evil altar to protect his front door. In front of the altar are countless dead bodies, treasures of extreme value, full of clothes and possessions of multiple adventurers, it was... | “What by the beard of Santa Dwarf could you possibly be holding onto?” The Dwarf called Little Rock exclaimed, hammering the wall with his level 59 war-hammer.
The Elf Ranger Zigaloas was tapping his foot. “I agree with the dwarf. We are taking too long and my wife is all ready for me and every minute we waste makes ... | |
[WP] You are a famous hero, recognized far and wide. You stand before a locked door with an altar reading "sacrifice that which you hold most dear to proceed". You stand naked with all your belongings stacked on altar. The door doesn't budge. Your party is getting impatient. | The famous hero stands before the final gates. The final judgement. "sacrifice that which you hold most dear to proceed"
The hero stacks all of their belongings upon the altar, even stripping down all of their clothes and places them on the altar. "That is it, I have nothing else of value" the hero whimpers toward the... | “What by the beard of Santa Dwarf could you possibly be holding onto?” The Dwarf called Little Rock exclaimed, hammering the wall with his level 59 war-hammer.
The Elf Ranger Zigaloas was tapping his foot. “I agree with the dwarf. We are taking too long and my wife is all ready for me and every minute we waste makes ... | |
[WP] You are a famous hero, recognized far and wide. You stand before a locked door with an altar reading "sacrifice that which you hold most dear to proceed". You stand naked with all your belongings stacked on altar. The door doesn't budge. Your party is getting impatient. | So I'm naked. I have nothing more to give.
So I think, "Something abstract? My pride?" And say a loud "Im too afraid of germs to use a public bathroom".
Nothing.
My darkest secret? "I'm usually so constipated I have to use a stick"
It's my superhero diet. All protien. Nothing.
My greatest Joy? "I'll never have sex w... | I exhaled heavily and hung my head. I had tried everything I owned. None of my great weapons and equipment, artifacts, keepsakes or personal items had opened the door. My party members, great adventurers and friends that they were, had already offered themselves to no avail. Even my clothes were in the pile on the alta... | |
[WP] You are a famous hero, recognized far and wide. You stand before a locked door with an altar reading "sacrifice that which you hold most dear to proceed". You stand naked with all your belongings stacked on altar. The door doesn't budge. Your party is getting impatient. | After all these years, he is finally facing the door to the evil wizard who massacred his family. Yet as a wizard, he has placed an extremely evil altar to protect his front door. In front of the altar are countless dead bodies, treasures of extreme value, full of clothes and possessions of multiple adventurers, it was... | I exhaled heavily and hung my head. I had tried everything I owned. None of my great weapons and equipment, artifacts, keepsakes or personal items had opened the door. My party members, great adventurers and friends that they were, had already offered themselves to no avail. Even my clothes were in the pile on the alta... | |
[WP] You are a famous hero, recognized far and wide. You stand before a locked door with an altar reading "sacrifice that which you hold most dear to proceed". You stand naked with all your belongings stacked on altar. The door doesn't budge. Your party is getting impatient. | The famous hero stands before the final gates. The final judgement. "sacrifice that which you hold most dear to proceed"
The hero stacks all of their belongings upon the altar, even stripping down all of their clothes and places them on the altar. "That is it, I have nothing else of value" the hero whimpers toward the... | I exhaled heavily and hung my head. I had tried everything I owned. None of my great weapons and equipment, artifacts, keepsakes or personal items had opened the door. My party members, great adventurers and friends that they were, had already offered themselves to no avail. Even my clothes were in the pile on the alta... | |
[WP] You are a famous hero, recognized far and wide. You stand before a locked door with an altar reading "sacrifice that which you hold most dear to proceed". You stand naked with all your belongings stacked on altar. The door doesn't budge. Your party is getting impatient. | After all these years, he is finally facing the door to the evil wizard who massacred his family. Yet as a wizard, he has placed an extremely evil altar to protect his front door. In front of the altar are countless dead bodies, treasures of extreme value, full of clothes and possessions of multiple adventurers, it was... | So I'm naked. I have nothing more to give.
So I think, "Something abstract? My pride?" And say a loud "Im too afraid of germs to use a public bathroom".
Nothing.
My darkest secret? "I'm usually so constipated I have to use a stick"
It's my superhero diet. All protien. Nothing.
My greatest Joy? "I'll never have sex w... | |
[WP] You are a famous hero, recognized far and wide. You stand before a locked door with an altar reading "sacrifice that which you hold most dear to proceed". You stand naked with all your belongings stacked on altar. The door doesn't budge. Your party is getting impatient. | I stared at the door. It was a beautiful door, intricately carved, but it was locked and I didn't have the key. I had been told that this was the way to the temple, but I didn't know what lay beyond the door. I didn't know what I was supposed to do.
I looked back at my party. I thought of the sacrifices they had made ... | "Theres no way im doing this", i muttered to the altar. "If its not the gold, the jewels, every stitch i own and i stand here naked....theres....theres just no waaay!"
I looked down, then back up, "some sacrifice is too great, you and me mr.altar are just gonna have to stay here, stuck with eachother, forever"
A lon... | |
[WP] You are a famous hero, recognized far and wide. You stand before a locked door with an altar reading "sacrifice that which you hold most dear to proceed". You stand naked with all your belongings stacked on altar. The door doesn't budge. Your party is getting impatient. | It always rains in Trenshorn, buckets and jars overflow by habit, and that is why the fishlings chose it as their place of settlement. Only, it doesn't rain today. The sun scorches us from overhead and everywhere there is a smell of dried cod.
"Let's just head back, Banaroth. That door won't budge."
Our spellcaster p... | "Theres no way im doing this", i muttered to the altar. "If its not the gold, the jewels, every stitch i own and i stand here naked....theres....theres just no waaay!"
I looked down, then back up, "some sacrifice is too great, you and me mr.altar are just gonna have to stay here, stuck with eachother, forever"
A lon... | |
[WP] You are a famous hero, recognized far and wide. You stand before a locked door with an altar reading "sacrifice that which you hold most dear to proceed". You stand naked with all your belongings stacked on altar. The door doesn't budge. Your party is getting impatient. | The famous hero stands before the final gates. The final judgement. "sacrifice that which you hold most dear to proceed"
The hero stacks all of their belongings upon the altar, even stripping down all of their clothes and places them on the altar. "That is it, I have nothing else of value" the hero whimpers toward the... | "Theres no way im doing this", i muttered to the altar. "If its not the gold, the jewels, every stitch i own and i stand here naked....theres....theres just no waaay!"
I looked down, then back up, "some sacrifice is too great, you and me mr.altar are just gonna have to stay here, stuck with eachother, forever"
A lon... | |
[WP] You are a famous hero, recognized far and wide. You stand before a locked door with an altar reading "sacrifice that which you hold most dear to proceed". You stand naked with all your belongings stacked on altar. The door doesn't budge. Your party is getting impatient. | The famous hero stands before the final gates. The final judgement. "sacrifice that which you hold most dear to proceed"
The hero stacks all of their belongings upon the altar, even stripping down all of their clothes and places them on the altar. "That is it, I have nothing else of value" the hero whimpers toward the... | I stared at the door. It was a beautiful door, intricately carved, but it was locked and I didn't have the key. I had been told that this was the way to the temple, but I didn't know what lay beyond the door. I didn't know what I was supposed to do.
I looked back at my party. I thought of the sacrifices they had made ... | |
[WP] You are a famous hero, recognized far and wide. You stand before a locked door with an altar reading "sacrifice that which you hold most dear to proceed". You stand naked with all your belongings stacked on altar. The door doesn't budge. Your party is getting impatient. | The famous hero stands before the final gates. The final judgement. "sacrifice that which you hold most dear to proceed"
The hero stacks all of their belongings upon the altar, even stripping down all of their clothes and places them on the altar. "That is it, I have nothing else of value" the hero whimpers toward the... | It always rains in Trenshorn, buckets and jars overflow by habit, and that is why the fishlings chose it as their place of settlement. Only, it doesn't rain today. The sun scorches us from overhead and everywhere there is a smell of dried cod.
"Let's just head back, Banaroth. That door won't budge."
Our spellcaster p... | |
[WP] You are a famous hero, recognized far and wide. You stand before a locked door with an altar reading "sacrifice that which you hold most dear to proceed". You stand naked with all your belongings stacked on altar. The door doesn't budge. Your party is getting impatient. | The famous hero stands before the final gates. The final judgement. "sacrifice that which you hold most dear to proceed"
The hero stacks all of their belongings upon the altar, even stripping down all of their clothes and places them on the altar. "That is it, I have nothing else of value" the hero whimpers toward the... | I thought a lot on the matter. Here I was- butt ass naked with all my shit on the altar. The doors won’t open. Which means we’re fucked. I can hear the shoes tapping impatiently on the stone floor. I thought for a moment and realized my mistake. “Ah,” I turned my head. “Prepare a revival spell just in case. If not-then... | |
[WP] You are a famous hero, recognized far and wide. You stand before a locked door with an altar reading "sacrifice that which you hold most dear to proceed". You stand naked with all your belongings stacked on altar. The door doesn't budge. Your party is getting impatient. | I looked the altar up and down. It knew who I was. Like everyone else in the world. But it also knew more. I snatched my dignity back up, put on my underclothes. Considered my weapons, and secret stash of sugars. Ran a tongue over my gums, and picked up the false set of teeth, too. That was the kind of thing people did... | I thought a lot on the matter. Here I was- butt ass naked with all my shit on the altar. The doors won’t open. Which means we’re fucked. I can hear the shoes tapping impatiently on the stone floor. I thought for a moment and realized my mistake. “Ah,” I turned my head. “Prepare a revival spell just in case. If not-then... | |
[WP] You are a famous hero, recognized far and wide. You stand before a locked door with an altar reading "sacrifice that which you hold most dear to proceed". You stand naked with all your belongings stacked on altar. The door doesn't budge. Your party is getting impatient. | The famous adventurer stood in front of the altar in the long lost temple. She was naked, with all her belongings stacked in a neat pile on top of the altar. All in accordance with the plaque reading "sacrifice that which you hold most dear to proceed". But nothing happened. The door behind the altar remained vexingly ... | I thought a lot on the matter. Here I was- butt ass naked with all my shit on the altar. The doors won’t open. Which means we’re fucked. I can hear the shoes tapping impatiently on the stone floor. I thought for a moment and realized my mistake. “Ah,” I turned my head. “Prepare a revival spell just in case. If not-then... | |
[WP] You are a famous hero, recognized far and wide. You stand before a locked door with an altar reading "sacrifice that which you hold most dear to proceed". You stand naked with all your belongings stacked on altar. The door doesn't budge. Your party is getting impatient. | The famous adventurer stood in front of the altar in the long lost temple. She was naked, with all her belongings stacked in a neat pile on top of the altar. All in accordance with the plaque reading "sacrifice that which you hold most dear to proceed". But nothing happened. The door behind the altar remained vexingly ... | I looked the altar up and down. It knew who I was. Like everyone else in the world. But it also knew more. I snatched my dignity back up, put on my underclothes. Considered my weapons, and secret stash of sugars. Ran a tongue over my gums, and picked up the false set of teeth, too. That was the kind of thing people did... | |
[WP] “…and that class is why Humans are considered the most peaceful species in the universe.” The only three humans in class looked at each other horrified. All the facts about humans that the aliens had were wrong. One student slowly raises their hand. | “…and that class is why Humans are considered the most peaceful species in the universe.”
Michael slipped two fingers under his clamp, Resettling it around his neck. This is going to be tricky. Then he raised his hand.
Now most species wore some kind of implants or translation devices, it was the only practical way t... | In the year 2347, Humanity was doing pretty well for itself. However, to understand that vague statement, we need to take a look backwards, first. Having discovered the secrets to Alcubierre Drive Technology in the year 2204, humans were quick to start expanding beyond the reach of the local systems. The Great Expansio... | |
[WP] “…and that class is why Humans are considered the most peaceful species in the universe.” The only three humans in class looked at each other horrified. All the facts about humans that the aliens had were wrong. One student slowly raises their hand. | “Ah, professor? I don’t really think humans are all that peaceful.”
“Have you used nuclear weapons on each other?”
“Twice.”
“Have you used chemical weapons on each other?”
“More times than could be recorded?”
“Practiced biological warfare?”
“For hundreds of years.”
“Torture?”
“Thousands of years.”
“Slavery?”
... | In the year 2347, Humanity was doing pretty well for itself. However, to understand that vague statement, we need to take a look backwards, first. Having discovered the secrets to Alcubierre Drive Technology in the year 2204, humans were quick to start expanding beyond the reach of the local systems. The Great Expansio... | |
[WP] “…and that class is why Humans are considered the most peaceful species in the universe.” The only three humans in class looked at each other horrified. All the facts about humans that the aliens had were wrong. One student slowly raises their hand. | "Ummmm, Professor"
"Yes Rickie, what do you have to add to the conversation?"
Looking at the others 2 humans in the class, he shrugs his shoulders and turns back to Professor G'lat. "I think your research is a bit... incorrect. Humans were never peaceful. Not even close. Those examples you gave were the exception not... | "Yes, Human Dave?"
"I wouldn't say that what you presented us is false, but the truth is far broader than your, dare I say, well doctored material shows."
The class murmured. Some looked at each other nervously, other began to whisper to each other as the facial structure of the professor expressed internal confl... |
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