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[WP] A permanent storm rages across a planet. The only inhabitants are nomads who constantly travel inside the eye of the storm.	"Hunter. Hunter." He didn't stir from his exhausted slumber. "Hunter! You need to get up, the storm picked up speed while we were sleeping." He desperately tried to wake his last friend. Too many times he'd been exactly where he was now, desperately trying to shake awake a companion who would never regain consciousn...	Ja'kell spotted the super reflective mirror that pierced through the downpour. His phosphorous torch shone brightly enough to produce a gleam. He smiled. This was the third Encampment he had found in a row. Soon they may decide to move him up the ranks of the ranging parties and he may not even need leave the Tribe fo...
[WP] A permanent storm rages across a planet. The only inhabitants are nomads who constantly travel inside the eye of the storm.	This is in two parts. I sort of got carried away. Part 1: A thick Ghanaian accent broke the four am air. "EVERYBODY UP, NOW." My eyes sprung open. I was a light sleeper. We all were, for precisely this reason. The clanging of metal, pick-up truck doors opening and closing and trailers being hitched, increased a...	Ja'kell spotted the super reflective mirror that pierced through the downpour. His phosphorous torch shone brightly enough to produce a gleam. He smiled. This was the third Encampment he had found in a row. Soon they may decide to move him up the ranks of the ranging parties and he may not even need leave the Tribe fo...
[WP] A permanent storm rages across a planet. The only inhabitants are nomads who constantly travel inside the eye of the storm.	We are a long line of the stormriders, a few have ever seen us in the days of the first hope, when it seemed the storm was getting weaker. I was born during one of those days. I grew up with stories about Susanne getting weaker, about the world beyond the eye, about settling down and rebuilding what was once a strong ...	Ja'kell spotted the super reflective mirror that pierced through the downpour. His phosphorous torch shone brightly enough to produce a gleam. He smiled. This was the third Encampment he had found in a row. Soon they may decide to move him up the ranks of the ranging parties and he may not even need leave the Tribe fo...
[WP] A permanent storm rages across a planet. The only inhabitants are nomads who constantly travel inside the eye of the storm.	The Wall is getting close – too close. I wake Samuel. “Chief. Chief.” He stirs, looks at me with bleary, irritated eyes. “What do you want?” His voice holds a mild accusation. “The Wall’s only two miles away, at most. I think it’s picking up speed. We need to move.” He rises – slowly, far too slowly. We don’t have ...	Ja'kell spotted the super reflective mirror that pierced through the downpour. His phosphorous torch shone brightly enough to produce a gleam. He smiled. This was the third Encampment he had found in a row. Soon they may decide to move him up the ranks of the ranging parties and he may not even need leave the Tribe fo...
[WP] A permanent storm rages across a planet. The only inhabitants are nomads who constantly travel inside the eye of the storm.	"Hunter. Hunter." He didn't stir from his exhausted slumber. "Hunter! You need to get up, the storm picked up speed while we were sleeping." He desperately tried to wake his last friend. Too many times he'd been exactly where he was now, desperately trying to shake awake a companion who would never regain consciousn...	Survivors and supplies were scattered endlessly throughout their path. Death and destruction was the only guarantee of what was to come. Their numbers varied by the day, 3,000 strong through mid-west America. As the Eye and exhausted victims approached the soaring cliffs of the Californian shore, no more than 200 re...
[WP] A permanent storm rages across a planet. The only inhabitants are nomads who constantly travel inside the eye of the storm.	This is in two parts. I sort of got carried away. Part 1: A thick Ghanaian accent broke the four am air. "EVERYBODY UP, NOW." My eyes sprung open. I was a light sleeper. We all were, for precisely this reason. The clanging of metal, pick-up truck doors opening and closing and trailers being hitched, increased a...	Survivors and supplies were scattered endlessly throughout their path. Death and destruction was the only guarantee of what was to come. Their numbers varied by the day, 3,000 strong through mid-west America. As the Eye and exhausted victims approached the soaring cliffs of the Californian shore, no more than 200 re...
[WP] A permanent storm rages across a planet. The only inhabitants are nomads who constantly travel inside the eye of the storm.	We are a long line of the stormriders, a few have ever seen us in the days of the first hope, when it seemed the storm was getting weaker. I was born during one of those days. I grew up with stories about Susanne getting weaker, about the world beyond the eye, about settling down and rebuilding what was once a strong ...	Survivors and supplies were scattered endlessly throughout their path. Death and destruction was the only guarantee of what was to come. Their numbers varied by the day, 3,000 strong through mid-west America. As the Eye and exhausted victims approached the soaring cliffs of the Californian shore, no more than 200 re...
[WP] A permanent storm rages across a planet. The only inhabitants are nomads who constantly travel inside the eye of the storm.	The Wall is getting close – too close. I wake Samuel. “Chief. Chief.” He stirs, looks at me with bleary, irritated eyes. “What do you want?” His voice holds a mild accusation. “The Wall’s only two miles away, at most. I think it’s picking up speed. We need to move.” He rises – slowly, far too slowly. We don’t have ...	Survivors and supplies were scattered endlessly throughout their path. Death and destruction was the only guarantee of what was to come. Their numbers varied by the day, 3,000 strong through mid-west America. As the Eye and exhausted victims approached the soaring cliffs of the Californian shore, no more than 200 re...
[WP] A permanent storm rages across a planet. The only inhabitants are nomads who constantly travel inside the eye of the storm.	This is in two parts. I sort of got carried away. Part 1: A thick Ghanaian accent broke the four am air. "EVERYBODY UP, NOW." My eyes sprung open. I was a light sleeper. We all were, for precisely this reason. The clanging of metal, pick-up truck doors opening and closing and trailers being hitched, increased a...	"We move as the the Storm. We collect Her bounty. She provides for us, Her eye watching over us." Every man within the canvas tent stood with arms and faces raised to the sky. As the chant finished they sat; the younger men standing until the elders had crossed their legs and laid down their spears. They formed a circ...
[WP] A permanent storm rages across a planet. The only inhabitants are nomads who constantly travel inside the eye of the storm.	This is in two parts. I sort of got carried away. Part 1: A thick Ghanaian accent broke the four am air. "EVERYBODY UP, NOW." My eyes sprung open. I was a light sleeper. We all were, for precisely this reason. The clanging of metal, pick-up truck doors opening and closing and trailers being hitched, increased a...	"We'll survive, just as we always have. You can't think of the world as you used to." "But what if this happens over water? We would be forced to wait for our doom unless we sped up the inevitable by drowning ourselves," retorted a concerned wife. "Mary, please. The last reports we heard confirmed the eye was 20 m...
[WP] A permanent storm rages across a planet. The only inhabitants are nomads who constantly travel inside the eye of the storm.	This is in two parts. I sort of got carried away. Part 1: A thick Ghanaian accent broke the four am air. "EVERYBODY UP, NOW." My eyes sprung open. I was a light sleeper. We all were, for precisely this reason. The clanging of metal, pick-up truck doors opening and closing and trailers being hitched, increased a...	It started with the group of us and the storm. It was mythical. Like a biblical explosion of beauty and death that circled the sky with it's towering doom. We were lucky enough to never see the storm itself, just the aftermath. Traveling through the ruins of towns became a sort of game, like spotting all the red cars ...
[WP] A permanent storm rages across a planet. The only inhabitants are nomads who constantly travel inside the eye of the storm.	This is in two parts. I sort of got carried away. Part 1: A thick Ghanaian accent broke the four am air. "EVERYBODY UP, NOW." My eyes sprung open. I was a light sleeper. We all were, for precisely this reason. The clanging of metal, pick-up truck doors opening and closing and trailers being hitched, increased a...	Thirty miles an hour. Thirty miles an hour if you were headed in the right direction and it didn't suddenly change. Thirty miles a hour provided you were close to the centre. Thirty miles an hour if there was a road headed the exact same way that you were. Thirty miles an hour if there were no obstructions. Thirty mil...
[WP] A permanent storm rages across a planet. The only inhabitants are nomads who constantly travel inside the eye of the storm.	We are a long line of the stormriders, a few have ever seen us in the days of the first hope, when it seemed the storm was getting weaker. I was born during one of those days. I grew up with stories about Susanne getting weaker, about the world beyond the eye, about settling down and rebuilding what was once a strong ...	"Hunter. Hunter." He didn't stir from his exhausted slumber. "Hunter! You need to get up, the storm picked up speed while we were sleeping." He desperately tried to wake his last friend. Too many times he'd been exactly where he was now, desperately trying to shake awake a companion who would never regain consciousn...
[WP] A permanent storm rages across a planet. The only inhabitants are nomads who constantly travel inside the eye of the storm.	The Wall is getting close – too close. I wake Samuel. “Chief. Chief.” He stirs, looks at me with bleary, irritated eyes. “What do you want?” His voice holds a mild accusation. “The Wall’s only two miles away, at most. I think it’s picking up speed. We need to move.” He rises – slowly, far too slowly. We don’t have ...	"Hunter. Hunter." He didn't stir from his exhausted slumber. "Hunter! You need to get up, the storm picked up speed while we were sleeping." He desperately tried to wake his last friend. Too many times he'd been exactly where he was now, desperately trying to shake awake a companion who would never regain consciousn...
[WP] A permanent storm rages across a planet. The only inhabitants are nomads who constantly travel inside the eye of the storm.	We are a long line of the stormriders, a few have ever seen us in the days of the first hope, when it seemed the storm was getting weaker. I was born during one of those days. I grew up with stories about Susanne getting weaker, about the world beyond the eye, about settling down and rebuilding what was once a strong ...	They say it was climate change, some say social disorder, all that matters is this is all that we know now. Remnants of times past lay scattered across the ground, piles of rubble they say stretched as high as the sky but alas the skies are safe from those dangers. They left us not to many years after the Great Collap...
[WP] A permanent storm rages across a planet. The only inhabitants are nomads who constantly travel inside the eye of the storm.	The Wall is getting close – too close. I wake Samuel. “Chief. Chief.” He stirs, looks at me with bleary, irritated eyes. “What do you want?” His voice holds a mild accusation. “The Wall’s only two miles away, at most. I think it’s picking up speed. We need to move.” He rises – slowly, far too slowly. We don’t have ...	They say it was climate change, some say social disorder, all that matters is this is all that we know now. Remnants of times past lay scattered across the ground, piles of rubble they say stretched as high as the sky but alas the skies are safe from those dangers. They left us not to many years after the Great Collap...
[WP] A permanent storm rages across a planet. The only inhabitants are nomads who constantly travel inside the eye of the storm.	The Wall is getting close – too close. I wake Samuel. “Chief. Chief.” He stirs, looks at me with bleary, irritated eyes. “What do you want?” His voice holds a mild accusation. “The Wall’s only two miles away, at most. I think it’s picking up speed. We need to move.” He rises – slowly, far too slowly. We don’t have ...	We are a long line of the stormriders, a few have ever seen us in the days of the first hope, when it seemed the storm was getting weaker. I was born during one of those days. I grew up with stories about Susanne getting weaker, about the world beyond the eye, about settling down and rebuilding what was once a strong ...
[WP] A permanent storm rages across a planet. The only inhabitants are nomads who constantly travel inside the eye of the storm.	"Viktor, we have to move. Come on, get up." The winds had picked up since I had gone to sleep. The air was still then, but now, it was whipping my hair around. The next time we found some scissors, I'd need to clip it, I made a mental note for that as I stood up. It was as dark as it always seemed to be nowadays, ...	What you have to do is keep that smooth wall in sight on all sides, at all times. You can go down to the ground for short periods of time, but really, it's not a great idea; it's hard to gauge how fast Big Wind is moving in your direction, and what's down there anyway? Twisted debris, scoured bedrock, the occasional Ti...
[WP] A permanent storm rages across a planet. The only inhabitants are nomads who constantly travel inside the eye of the storm.	For the last year, this is how we have lived. The slow, but ever-moving storm around us. For days, we would walk ceaselessly until we reached the leading edge of the eye. Then we would be able to make camp for a few weeks until the trailing edge caught up to us again. When the government began their weather control pr...	What you have to do is keep that smooth wall in sight on all sides, at all times. You can go down to the ground for short periods of time, but really, it's not a great idea; it's hard to gauge how fast Big Wind is moving in your direction, and what's down there anyway? Twisted debris, scoured bedrock, the occasional Ti...
[WP] A permanent storm rages across a planet. The only inhabitants are nomads who constantly travel inside the eye of the storm.	The cords cut deep into my wrists. The man tying me to the post grunted, as his strained to pull them even tighter. Standing in front of me, David oversaw the work, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Any last words?” He asked. “Before the sands come to strip your body of its unclean flesh?” I just stared a...	What you have to do is keep that smooth wall in sight on all sides, at all times. You can go down to the ground for short periods of time, but really, it's not a great idea; it's hard to gauge how fast Big Wind is moving in your direction, and what's down there anyway? Twisted debris, scoured bedrock, the occasional Ti...
[WP] A permanent storm rages across a planet. The only inhabitants are nomads who constantly travel inside the eye of the storm.	"Viktor, we have to move. Come on, get up." The winds had picked up since I had gone to sleep. The air was still then, but now, it was whipping my hair around. The next time we found some scissors, I'd need to clip it, I made a mental note for that as I stood up. It was as dark as it always seemed to be nowadays, ...	The tent moved lightly in the slight breeze. A young woman opened the entrance and ran inside. A boy was asleep under a woven blanket. „Come quickly, Herok! The elders are announcing their decision! Wake up!“ Herok turned around slowly and drowsily. „All right I‘m coming. But I‘ve only been sleeping for an hour. I st...
[WP] A permanent storm rages across a planet. The only inhabitants are nomads who constantly travel inside the eye of the storm.	For the last year, this is how we have lived. The slow, but ever-moving storm around us. For days, we would walk ceaselessly until we reached the leading edge of the eye. Then we would be able to make camp for a few weeks until the trailing edge caught up to us again. When the government began their weather control pr...	The tent moved lightly in the slight breeze. A young woman opened the entrance and ran inside. A boy was asleep under a woven blanket. „Come quickly, Herok! The elders are announcing their decision! Wake up!“ Herok turned around slowly and drowsily. „All right I‘m coming. But I‘ve only been sleeping for an hour. I st...
[WP] A permanent storm rages across a planet. The only inhabitants are nomads who constantly travel inside the eye of the storm.	"Viktor, we have to move. Come on, get up." The winds had picked up since I had gone to sleep. The air was still then, but now, it was whipping my hair around. The next time we found some scissors, I'd need to clip it, I made a mental note for that as I stood up. It was as dark as it always seemed to be nowadays, ...	Clouds heavy with rain rose threateningly to the night, blocking the beauty of the stars with their slow but endless journey, creeping up to the camp set amongst the thin trees of the forest. Blacker than the night sky the clouds were not seen, rather the shadow they cast gave away their position. Power untold hid be...
[WP] A permanent storm rages across a planet. The only inhabitants are nomads who constantly travel inside the eye of the storm.	For the last year, this is how we have lived. The slow, but ever-moving storm around us. For days, we would walk ceaselessly until we reached the leading edge of the eye. Then we would be able to make camp for a few weeks until the trailing edge caught up to us again. When the government began their weather control pr...	Clouds heavy with rain rose threateningly to the night, blocking the beauty of the stars with their slow but endless journey, creeping up to the camp set amongst the thin trees of the forest. Blacker than the night sky the clouds were not seen, rather the shadow they cast gave away their position. Power untold hid be...
[WP] A permanent storm rages across a planet. The only inhabitants are nomads who constantly travel inside the eye of the storm.	The Vultures were returning from the outlying suburbs when Kira approached the Elder’s wagon to report. The old man’s advisor was stabbing his finger at piles of crumpled maps, shouting to be heard above the groaning generator. “-s been fifteen years since She last chose this path. There’s no way we can know if the ch...	I awoke to the clanging of the water bell along with the rest of my tribe. With practiced motions, I removed the webbing from my face and carefully packed it into its dust-proof sleeve. In seconds, water jugs in hand, I joined the line with every other able-bodied person. Behind us, in the dim morning light, I could se...
[WP] A permanent storm rages across a planet. The only inhabitants are nomads who constantly travel inside the eye of the storm.	"Viktor, we have to move. Come on, get up." The winds had picked up since I had gone to sleep. The air was still then, but now, it was whipping my hair around. The next time we found some scissors, I'd need to clip it, I made a mental note for that as I stood up. It was as dark as it always seemed to be nowadays, ...	I awoke to the clanging of the water bell along with the rest of my tribe. With practiced motions, I removed the webbing from my face and carefully packed it into its dust-proof sleeve. In seconds, water jugs in hand, I joined the line with every other able-bodied person. Behind us, in the dim morning light, I could se...
[WP] A permanent storm rages across a planet. The only inhabitants are nomads who constantly travel inside the eye of the storm.	For the last year, this is how we have lived. The slow, but ever-moving storm around us. For days, we would walk ceaselessly until we reached the leading edge of the eye. Then we would be able to make camp for a few weeks until the trailing edge caught up to us again. When the government began their weather control pr...	I awoke to the clanging of the water bell along with the rest of my tribe. With practiced motions, I removed the webbing from my face and carefully packed it into its dust-proof sleeve. In seconds, water jugs in hand, I joined the line with every other able-bodied person. Behind us, in the dim morning light, I could se...
[WP] A permanent storm rages across a planet. The only inhabitants are nomads who constantly travel inside the eye of the storm.	The cords cut deep into my wrists. The man tying me to the post grunted, as his strained to pull them even tighter. Standing in front of me, David oversaw the work, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Any last words?” He asked. “Before the sands come to strip your body of its unclean flesh?” I just stared a...	I awoke to the clanging of the water bell along with the rest of my tribe. With practiced motions, I removed the webbing from my face and carefully packed it into its dust-proof sleeve. In seconds, water jugs in hand, I joined the line with every other able-bodied person. Behind us, in the dim morning light, I could se...
[WP] A permanent storm rages across a planet. The only inhabitants are nomads who constantly travel inside the eye of the storm.	The Vultures were returning from the outlying suburbs when Kira approached the Elder’s wagon to report. The old man’s advisor was stabbing his finger at piles of crumpled maps, shouting to be heard above the groaning generator. “-s been fifteen years since She last chose this path. There’s no way we can know if the ch...	“...LEAVE HIM, HE'S NOT WAKING!” I opened my eyes—but the world was still dark. I tried to scream but when the sand started to fill my lungs I started coughing and quickly had to cover my mouth with the fabric of my hoodie so that I could cough without inhaling more of the sand. It was the first time I had been by m...
[WP] A permanent storm rages across a planet. The only inhabitants are nomads who constantly travel inside the eye of the storm.	"Viktor, we have to move. Come on, get up." The winds had picked up since I had gone to sleep. The air was still then, but now, it was whipping my hair around. The next time we found some scissors, I'd need to clip it, I made a mental note for that as I stood up. It was as dark as it always seemed to be nowadays, ...	“...LEAVE HIM, HE'S NOT WAKING!” I opened my eyes—but the world was still dark. I tried to scream but when the sand started to fill my lungs I started coughing and quickly had to cover my mouth with the fabric of my hoodie so that I could cough without inhaling more of the sand. It was the first time I had been by m...
[WP] A permanent storm rages across a planet. The only inhabitants are nomads who constantly travel inside the eye of the storm.	For the last year, this is how we have lived. The slow, but ever-moving storm around us. For days, we would walk ceaselessly until we reached the leading edge of the eye. Then we would be able to make camp for a few weeks until the trailing edge caught up to us again. When the government began their weather control pr...	“...LEAVE HIM, HE'S NOT WAKING!” I opened my eyes—but the world was still dark. I tried to scream but when the sand started to fill my lungs I started coughing and quickly had to cover my mouth with the fabric of my hoodie so that I could cough without inhaling more of the sand. It was the first time I had been by m...
[WP] A permanent storm rages across a planet. The only inhabitants are nomads who constantly travel inside the eye of the storm.	The cords cut deep into my wrists. The man tying me to the post grunted, as his strained to pull them even tighter. Standing in front of me, David oversaw the work, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Any last words?” He asked. “Before the sands come to strip your body of its unclean flesh?” I just stared a...	“...LEAVE HIM, HE'S NOT WAKING!” I opened my eyes—but the world was still dark. I tried to scream but when the sand started to fill my lungs I started coughing and quickly had to cover my mouth with the fabric of my hoodie so that I could cough without inhaling more of the sand. It was the first time I had been by m...
[WP] A permanent storm rages across a planet. The only inhabitants are nomads who constantly travel inside the eye of the storm.	For the last year, this is how we have lived. The slow, but ever-moving storm around us. For days, we would walk ceaselessly until we reached the leading edge of the eye. Then we would be able to make camp for a few weeks until the trailing edge caught up to us again. When the government began their weather control pr...	The Vultures were returning from the outlying suburbs when Kira approached the Elder’s wagon to report. The old man’s advisor was stabbing his finger at piles of crumpled maps, shouting to be heard above the groaning generator. “-s been fifteen years since She last chose this path. There’s no way we can know if the ch...
[WP] A permanent storm rages across a planet. The only inhabitants are nomads who constantly travel inside the eye of the storm.	The cords cut deep into my wrists. The man tying me to the post grunted, as his strained to pull them even tighter. Standing in front of me, David oversaw the work, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Any last words?” He asked. “Before the sands come to strip your body of its unclean flesh?” I just stared a...	The Vultures were returning from the outlying suburbs when Kira approached the Elder’s wagon to report. The old man’s advisor was stabbing his finger at piles of crumpled maps, shouting to be heard above the groaning generator. “-s been fifteen years since She last chose this path. There’s no way we can know if the ch...
[WP] A permanent storm rages across a planet. The only inhabitants are nomads who constantly travel inside the eye of the storm.	The cords cut deep into my wrists. The man tying me to the post grunted, as his strained to pull them even tighter. Standing in front of me, David oversaw the work, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Any last words?” He asked. “Before the sands come to strip your body of its unclean flesh?” I just stared a...	It's moving day again. People are darting back and forth preparing for the move. We hope that this time the eye will stabilize over an area with food. We've only ate sand lizards for the past month. Trust me when I say that is not what you want to eat. Even with this steady supply of leather morsels we are all weak. No...
[WP] A permanent storm rages across a planet. The only inhabitants are nomads who constantly travel inside the eye of the storm.	“Engine four down,” screamed Stork. Alarms screamed at us. Klaxons rang on as our ship began to fail. “Make sure the stragglers are in the lifeboats.” “Engine three is failing,” said Stork. So we were down to four engines. Our cruiser wouldn’t last much longer. “How long until we have passed over the Burning Sea?” ...	It's moving day again. People are darting back and forth preparing for the move. We hope that this time the eye will stabilize over an area with food. We've only ate sand lizards for the past month. Trust me when I say that is not what you want to eat. Even with this steady supply of leather morsels we are all weak. No...
[WP] A permanent storm rages across a planet. The only inhabitants are nomads who constantly travel inside the eye of the storm.	"We must keep moving!" "We can't! Our people are tired! Please! We must stop and rest! Just for a little while!" Yelled the elder as he hunched with hundreds hurdled in the snow. "No! Look! The eye is closing, we must stay in the eye!" I pointed in the distance past the snow capped mountains, dark grey clouds loom...	She’d been gone too long, well over a day now. I couldn’t be sure how many hours had passed exactly, the night had simply bled into the morning. Any semblance of a sun, any notion of light, had escaped us for the past few months. It hadn’t always been this bad—there were days, weeks even, where we could see where we ...
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	Part 1: Night had fallen at the punitentiary, where the exercise yard was now barely discernible from the cell windows, except for those irregular occasions on which a searchlight would scythe through the gloaming and pick out familiar details: the sullen benches, looming wire fences and low outbuildings, whose juttin...	Johnson and Smith walk past the interview room on their way to the Chief's office. Smith looks in through the thick glass and sees an officer in a plain suit standing at one end of a small table, his arms raised and outstretched as though he were an emcee addressing a large audience. The only audience the rookie Smith ...
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	“Got a new one for you Dave” said my supervisor handing me a manila folder. I open it up and glance briefly at the contents. Serial shoplifter with one count of assault. “When?” “He’s here now. Arrived about 20 minutes ago. He’s in room 8”. I nod, and get up. I go to room 8 via the coffee machine. On the front of th...	Johnson and Smith walk past the interview room on their way to the Chief's office. Smith looks in through the thick glass and sees an officer in a plain suit standing at one end of a small table, his arms raised and outstretched as though he were an emcee addressing a large audience. The only audience the rookie Smith ...
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	The room was dark, only a slight spot of light from a lamp above illuminated not more than four feet around him. He sat in a stainless steel chair at a stainless steal desk. All grey. Sweat dripping from his forehead. His eyes darted around the room, as if it would help him see it coming from the dark. This is how th...	Johnson and Smith walk past the interview room on their way to the Chief's office. Smith looks in through the thick glass and sees an officer in a plain suit standing at one end of a small table, his arms raised and outstretched as though he were an emcee addressing a large audience. The only audience the rookie Smith ...
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	Today was going to be a good day. As the official punisher for the sixth ward, Gene took a particular joy in his job. Watching the convicted squirm as he began his routine excited him. Watching the squirms turn to cries of agony as he continued his carefully crafted wordplay procedure thrilled him. Today, though, was...	Johnson and Smith walk past the interview room on their way to the Chief's office. Smith looks in through the thick glass and sees an officer in a plain suit standing at one end of a small table, his arms raised and outstretched as though he were an emcee addressing a large audience. The only audience the rookie Smith ...
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	"Stephen Roberts. Previous offender. Incarcerated for various accounts of petty burglary and damage to private property, with a few cases of minor assault." My eyes briefly gazed upwards from the list. Motherfucker wasn't even paying attention. "Brought in last month for questioning in response to a suspected jewe...	Johnson and Smith walk past the interview room on their way to the Chief's office. Smith looks in through the thick glass and sees an officer in a plain suit standing at one end of a small table, his arms raised and outstretched as though he were an emcee addressing a large audience. The only audience the rookie Smith ...
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	"I've told you already, I was just following orders..." Dopmond spoke into the new model of the Adjudicator who had been at the interrogation for more than two hours. After a pause and whirring of its many observational instruments it blurted out in its pitch corrected auto-tune manner "Uncertainty detected; why do y...	Johnson and Smith walk past the interview room on their way to the Chief's office. Smith looks in through the thick glass and sees an officer in a plain suit standing at one end of a small table, his arms raised and outstretched as though he were an emcee addressing a large audience. The only audience the rookie Smith ...
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	"What do you mean, probation?" "Just what I said. Until we deal with the lawsuit, you're just going to have to cool your heels. Hey, look on the bright side, at least you've got paid leave while we sort all this out." "But I just don't understand! I did everything I'm supposed to do!" "According to the suit t...	Johnson and Smith walk past the interview room on their way to the Chief's office. Smith looks in through the thick glass and sees an officer in a plain suit standing at one end of a small table, his arms raised and outstretched as though he were an emcee addressing a large audience. The only audience the rookie Smith ...
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	"I WON'T TALK!!!" The terrorist screamed out. I looked at him, unsure what to do. He'd been waterboarded, chinese water tortured and... That's it. The puns. "So...with all these water tortures, life must be a real BEACH for you huh?" The terrorist grunted in pain. He looked terrible now that I saw his face. "You...	Johnson and Smith walk past the interview room on their way to the Chief's office. Smith looks in through the thick glass and sees an officer in a plain suit standing at one end of a small table, his arms raised and outstretched as though he were an emcee addressing a large audience. The only audience the rookie Smith ...
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	This reminded me of another writing prompt. THought i would share it. [“Sir, I was looking for you,” Howard said, staring at the back of the chief’s neck. “We got him.” He turned around slowly, eyes staring down at a manila folder in his hands. He was an intimidating man, even despite his enlarged belly and the countl...	Johnson and Smith walk past the interview room on their way to the Chief's office. Smith looks in through the thick glass and sees an officer in a plain suit standing at one end of a small table, his arms raised and outstretched as though he were an emcee addressing a large audience. The only audience the rookie Smith ...
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	Humanity has always possessed it-- a raw, involuntary reaction to the worst of wordplay. Lowly “dad jokes” would cause a slight wince. An overly simplistic knock-knock joke might garner a garish groan. Even a simple bit of alliteration, as I have assuredly demonstrated, can make one uncomfortable. But we never realized...	Johnson and Smith walk past the interview room on their way to the Chief's office. Smith looks in through the thick glass and sees an officer in a plain suit standing at one end of a small table, his arms raised and outstretched as though he were an emcee addressing a large audience. The only audience the rookie Smith ...
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	"Do you understand why you have been brought here today?" The warden smiled mercilessly as he spoke, leaning in close to whisper in the young man's ear. The young man tried to put on a brave face, but the overly friendly smile made him visibly nervous. "To listen to some jokes," he replied, with an attempt at a sneer...	Johnson and Smith walk past the interview room on their way to the Chief's office. Smith looks in through the thick glass and sees an officer in a plain suit standing at one end of a small table, his arms raised and outstretched as though he were an emcee addressing a large audience. The only audience the rookie Smith ...
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	"Who's next?" "He's in room four, tried to pull a bank heist. Get this though, he left the keys in the getaway car and someone else stole it while he was inside! He probably would have gotten away with it otherwise." "You've got to be fucking kidding me." "No shit, I swear. Anyways, good luck Rob." "Thanks, this'll...	Johnson and Smith walk past the interview room on their way to the Chief's office. Smith looks in through the thick glass and sees an officer in a plain suit standing at one end of a small table, his arms raised and outstretched as though he were an emcee addressing a large audience. The only audience the rookie Smith ...
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	"No!" he pleaded, "I'm INNOCENT!" I tapped a long ash off my cigarette, and snarled: "Hi innocent. I'm the Punisher." His screams echoed down the long hallway--the hopelessness of knowing we still had the eternity of an hour remaining.	Johnson and Smith walk past the interview room on their way to the Chief's office. Smith looks in through the thick glass and sees an officer in a plain suit standing at one end of a small table, his arms raised and outstretched as though he were an emcee addressing a large audience. The only audience the rookie Smith ...
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	Part 1: Night had fallen at the punitentiary, where the exercise yard was now barely discernible from the cell windows, except for those irregular occasions on which a searchlight would scythe through the gloaming and pick out familiar details: the sullen benches, looming wire fences and low outbuildings, whose juttin...	The two men shared a look of confusion - two pairs of exhausted eyes, each filled with puzzles and troubles, neither knowing where to begin. The younger of the two stood, carrying himself with equal amounts determination and purpose and caution and uncertainty, rising almost to meet the top of the doorway which framed ...
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	“Got a new one for you Dave” said my supervisor handing me a manila folder. I open it up and glance briefly at the contents. Serial shoplifter with one count of assault. “When?” “He’s here now. Arrived about 20 minutes ago. He’s in room 8”. I nod, and get up. I go to room 8 via the coffee machine. On the front of th...	The two men shared a look of confusion - two pairs of exhausted eyes, each filled with puzzles and troubles, neither knowing where to begin. The younger of the two stood, carrying himself with equal amounts determination and purpose and caution and uncertainty, rising almost to meet the top of the doorway which framed ...
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	The room was dark, only a slight spot of light from a lamp above illuminated not more than four feet around him. He sat in a stainless steel chair at a stainless steal desk. All grey. Sweat dripping from his forehead. His eyes darted around the room, as if it would help him see it coming from the dark. This is how th...	The two men shared a look of confusion - two pairs of exhausted eyes, each filled with puzzles and troubles, neither knowing where to begin. The younger of the two stood, carrying himself with equal amounts determination and purpose and caution and uncertainty, rising almost to meet the top of the doorway which framed ...
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	Today was going to be a good day. As the official punisher for the sixth ward, Gene took a particular joy in his job. Watching the convicted squirm as he began his routine excited him. Watching the squirms turn to cries of agony as he continued his carefully crafted wordplay procedure thrilled him. Today, though, was...	The two men shared a look of confusion - two pairs of exhausted eyes, each filled with puzzles and troubles, neither knowing where to begin. The younger of the two stood, carrying himself with equal amounts determination and purpose and caution and uncertainty, rising almost to meet the top of the doorway which framed ...
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	"What do you mean, probation?" "Just what I said. Until we deal with the lawsuit, you're just going to have to cool your heels. Hey, look on the bright side, at least you've got paid leave while we sort all this out." "But I just don't understand! I did everything I'm supposed to do!" "According to the suit t...	The two men shared a look of confusion - two pairs of exhausted eyes, each filled with puzzles and troubles, neither knowing where to begin. The younger of the two stood, carrying himself with equal amounts determination and purpose and caution and uncertainty, rising almost to meet the top of the doorway which framed ...
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	"I WON'T TALK!!!" The terrorist screamed out. I looked at him, unsure what to do. He'd been waterboarded, chinese water tortured and... That's it. The puns. "So...with all these water tortures, life must be a real BEACH for you huh?" The terrorist grunted in pain. He looked terrible now that I saw his face. "You...	The two men shared a look of confusion - two pairs of exhausted eyes, each filled with puzzles and troubles, neither knowing where to begin. The younger of the two stood, carrying himself with equal amounts determination and purpose and caution and uncertainty, rising almost to meet the top of the doorway which framed ...
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	"Do you understand why you have been brought here today?" The warden smiled mercilessly as he spoke, leaning in close to whisper in the young man's ear. The young man tried to put on a brave face, but the overly friendly smile made him visibly nervous. "To listen to some jokes," he replied, with an attempt at a sneer...	The two men shared a look of confusion - two pairs of exhausted eyes, each filled with puzzles and troubles, neither knowing where to begin. The younger of the two stood, carrying himself with equal amounts determination and purpose and caution and uncertainty, rising almost to meet the top of the doorway which framed ...
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	Part 1: Night had fallen at the punitentiary, where the exercise yard was now barely discernible from the cell windows, except for those irregular occasions on which a searchlight would scythe through the gloaming and pick out familiar details: the sullen benches, looming wire fences and low outbuildings, whose juttin...	I walked into the room. The man, chained to the chair, looked at me with fear and dispair in his eyes. I sat down in front of him, looked him deep into his shivering eyes and said: "I am the PUN-isher!" He dropped dead instantly. They always do.
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	“Got a new one for you Dave” said my supervisor handing me a manila folder. I open it up and glance briefly at the contents. Serial shoplifter with one count of assault. “When?” “He’s here now. Arrived about 20 minutes ago. He’s in room 8”. I nod, and get up. I go to room 8 via the coffee machine. On the front of th...	I walked into the room. The man, chained to the chair, looked at me with fear and dispair in his eyes. I sat down in front of him, looked him deep into his shivering eyes and said: "I am the PUN-isher!" He dropped dead instantly. They always do.
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	The room was dark, only a slight spot of light from a lamp above illuminated not more than four feet around him. He sat in a stainless steel chair at a stainless steal desk. All grey. Sweat dripping from his forehead. His eyes darted around the room, as if it would help him see it coming from the dark. This is how th...	I walked into the room. The man, chained to the chair, looked at me with fear and dispair in his eyes. I sat down in front of him, looked him deep into his shivering eyes and said: "I am the PUN-isher!" He dropped dead instantly. They always do.
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	Today was going to be a good day. As the official punisher for the sixth ward, Gene took a particular joy in his job. Watching the convicted squirm as he began his routine excited him. Watching the squirms turn to cries of agony as he continued his carefully crafted wordplay procedure thrilled him. Today, though, was...	I walked into the room. The man, chained to the chair, looked at me with fear and dispair in his eyes. I sat down in front of him, looked him deep into his shivering eyes and said: "I am the PUN-isher!" He dropped dead instantly. They always do.
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	"What do you mean, probation?" "Just what I said. Until we deal with the lawsuit, you're just going to have to cool your heels. Hey, look on the bright side, at least you've got paid leave while we sort all this out." "But I just don't understand! I did everything I'm supposed to do!" "According to the suit t...	I walked into the room. The man, chained to the chair, looked at me with fear and dispair in his eyes. I sat down in front of him, looked him deep into his shivering eyes and said: "I am the PUN-isher!" He dropped dead instantly. They always do.
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	"I WON'T TALK!!!" The terrorist screamed out. I looked at him, unsure what to do. He'd been waterboarded, chinese water tortured and... That's it. The puns. "So...with all these water tortures, life must be a real BEACH for you huh?" The terrorist grunted in pain. He looked terrible now that I saw his face. "You...	I walked into the room. The man, chained to the chair, looked at me with fear and dispair in his eyes. I sat down in front of him, looked him deep into his shivering eyes and said: "I am the PUN-isher!" He dropped dead instantly. They always do.
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	"Do you understand why you have been brought here today?" The warden smiled mercilessly as he spoke, leaning in close to whisper in the young man's ear. The young man tried to put on a brave face, but the overly friendly smile made him visibly nervous. "To listen to some jokes," he replied, with an attempt at a sneer...	I walked into the room. The man, chained to the chair, looked at me with fear and dispair in his eyes. I sat down in front of him, looked him deep into his shivering eyes and said: "I am the PUN-isher!" He dropped dead instantly. They always do.
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	Part 1: Night had fallen at the punitentiary, where the exercise yard was now barely discernible from the cell windows, except for those irregular occasions on which a searchlight would scythe through the gloaming and pick out familiar details: the sullen benches, looming wire fences and low outbuildings, whose juttin...	I never fit the stereotype of the Punisher. Most government-employed Punishers are huge, hulking ex-cons who've learned to adapt their bloodlust to a different form. The type you'd expect to see cracking their knuckles on some poor sap in an alley. It is yet another example of Nordic efficiency - the Swedish government...
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	“Got a new one for you Dave” said my supervisor handing me a manila folder. I open it up and glance briefly at the contents. Serial shoplifter with one count of assault. “When?” “He’s here now. Arrived about 20 minutes ago. He’s in room 8”. I nod, and get up. I go to room 8 via the coffee machine. On the front of th...	I never fit the stereotype of the Punisher. Most government-employed Punishers are huge, hulking ex-cons who've learned to adapt their bloodlust to a different form. The type you'd expect to see cracking their knuckles on some poor sap in an alley. It is yet another example of Nordic efficiency - the Swedish government...
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	The room was dark, only a slight spot of light from a lamp above illuminated not more than four feet around him. He sat in a stainless steel chair at a stainless steal desk. All grey. Sweat dripping from his forehead. His eyes darted around the room, as if it would help him see it coming from the dark. This is how th...	I never fit the stereotype of the Punisher. Most government-employed Punishers are huge, hulking ex-cons who've learned to adapt their bloodlust to a different form. The type you'd expect to see cracking their knuckles on some poor sap in an alley. It is yet another example of Nordic efficiency - the Swedish government...
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	Today was going to be a good day. As the official punisher for the sixth ward, Gene took a particular joy in his job. Watching the convicted squirm as he began his routine excited him. Watching the squirms turn to cries of agony as he continued his carefully crafted wordplay procedure thrilled him. Today, though, was...	I never fit the stereotype of the Punisher. Most government-employed Punishers are huge, hulking ex-cons who've learned to adapt their bloodlust to a different form. The type you'd expect to see cracking their knuckles on some poor sap in an alley. It is yet another example of Nordic efficiency - the Swedish government...
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	"What do you mean, probation?" "Just what I said. Until we deal with the lawsuit, you're just going to have to cool your heels. Hey, look on the bright side, at least you've got paid leave while we sort all this out." "But I just don't understand! I did everything I'm supposed to do!" "According to the suit t...	I never fit the stereotype of the Punisher. Most government-employed Punishers are huge, hulking ex-cons who've learned to adapt their bloodlust to a different form. The type you'd expect to see cracking their knuckles on some poor sap in an alley. It is yet another example of Nordic efficiency - the Swedish government...
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	“Got a new one for you Dave” said my supervisor handing me a manila folder. I open it up and glance briefly at the contents. Serial shoplifter with one count of assault. “When?” “He’s here now. Arrived about 20 minutes ago. He’s in room 8”. I nod, and get up. I go to room 8 via the coffee machine. On the front of th...	It was dark and stormy night. I watched as the drug dealer slowly started breaking. This always happened. My momma raised me to make sure of it. I open my mouth, and his face registering a small amount of pain due to my extremely good wordplay I used. He needed a break, after all. I punted them to him, one after anoth...
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	The room was dark, only a slight spot of light from a lamp above illuminated not more than four feet around him. He sat in a stainless steel chair at a stainless steal desk. All grey. Sweat dripping from his forehead. His eyes darted around the room, as if it would help him see it coming from the dark. This is how th...	It was dark and stormy night. I watched as the drug dealer slowly started breaking. This always happened. My momma raised me to make sure of it. I open my mouth, and his face registering a small amount of pain due to my extremely good wordplay I used. He needed a break, after all. I punted them to him, one after anoth...
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	Today was going to be a good day. As the official punisher for the sixth ward, Gene took a particular joy in his job. Watching the convicted squirm as he began his routine excited him. Watching the squirms turn to cries of agony as he continued his carefully crafted wordplay procedure thrilled him. Today, though, was...	It was dark and stormy night. I watched as the drug dealer slowly started breaking. This always happened. My momma raised me to make sure of it. I open my mouth, and his face registering a small amount of pain due to my extremely good wordplay I used. He needed a break, after all. I punted them to him, one after anoth...
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	"What do you mean, probation?" "Just what I said. Until we deal with the lawsuit, you're just going to have to cool your heels. Hey, look on the bright side, at least you've got paid leave while we sort all this out." "But I just don't understand! I did everything I'm supposed to do!" "According to the suit t...	"Stephen Roberts. Previous offender. Incarcerated for various accounts of petty burglary and damage to private property, with a few cases of minor assault." My eyes briefly gazed upwards from the list. Motherfucker wasn't even paying attention. "Brought in last month for questioning in response to a suspected jewe...
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	"I WON'T TALK!!!" The terrorist screamed out. I looked at him, unsure what to do. He'd been waterboarded, chinese water tortured and... That's it. The puns. "So...with all these water tortures, life must be a real BEACH for you huh?" The terrorist grunted in pain. He looked terrible now that I saw his face. "You...	"Stephen Roberts. Previous offender. Incarcerated for various accounts of petty burglary and damage to private property, with a few cases of minor assault." My eyes briefly gazed upwards from the list. Motherfucker wasn't even paying attention. "Brought in last month for questioning in response to a suspected jewe...
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	This reminded me of another writing prompt. THought i would share it. [“Sir, I was looking for you,” Howard said, staring at the back of the chief’s neck. “We got him.” He turned around slowly, eyes staring down at a manila folder in his hands. He was an intimidating man, even despite his enlarged belly and the countl...	"Stephen Roberts. Previous offender. Incarcerated for various accounts of petty burglary and damage to private property, with a few cases of minor assault." My eyes briefly gazed upwards from the list. Motherfucker wasn't even paying attention. "Brought in last month for questioning in response to a suspected jewe...
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	"Do you understand why you have been brought here today?" The warden smiled mercilessly as he spoke, leaning in close to whisper in the young man's ear. The young man tried to put on a brave face, but the overly friendly smile made him visibly nervous. "To listen to some jokes," he replied, with an attempt at a sneer...	"Stephen Roberts. Previous offender. Incarcerated for various accounts of petty burglary and damage to private property, with a few cases of minor assault." My eyes briefly gazed upwards from the list. Motherfucker wasn't even paying attention. "Brought in last month for questioning in response to a suspected jewe...
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	"Who's next?" "He's in room four, tried to pull a bank heist. Get this though, he left the keys in the getaway car and someone else stole it while he was inside! He probably would have gotten away with it otherwise." "You've got to be fucking kidding me." "No shit, I swear. Anyways, good luck Rob." "Thanks, this'll...	"Stephen Roberts. Previous offender. Incarcerated for various accounts of petty burglary and damage to private property, with a few cases of minor assault." My eyes briefly gazed upwards from the list. Motherfucker wasn't even paying attention. "Brought in last month for questioning in response to a suspected jewe...
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	"I WON'T TALK!!!" The terrorist screamed out. I looked at him, unsure what to do. He'd been waterboarded, chinese water tortured and... That's it. The puns. "So...with all these water tortures, life must be a real BEACH for you huh?" The terrorist grunted in pain. He looked terrible now that I saw his face. "You...	"I've told you already, I was just following orders..." Dopmond spoke into the new model of the Adjudicator who had been at the interrogation for more than two hours. After a pause and whirring of its many observational instruments it blurted out in its pitch corrected auto-tune manner "Uncertainty detected; why do y...
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	This reminded me of another writing prompt. THought i would share it. [“Sir, I was looking for you,” Howard said, staring at the back of the chief’s neck. “We got him.” He turned around slowly, eyes staring down at a manila folder in his hands. He was an intimidating man, even despite his enlarged belly and the countl...	"I've told you already, I was just following orders..." Dopmond spoke into the new model of the Adjudicator who had been at the interrogation for more than two hours. After a pause and whirring of its many observational instruments it blurted out in its pitch corrected auto-tune manner "Uncertainty detected; why do y...
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	Humanity has always possessed it-- a raw, involuntary reaction to the worst of wordplay. Lowly “dad jokes” would cause a slight wince. An overly simplistic knock-knock joke might garner a garish groan. Even a simple bit of alliteration, as I have assuredly demonstrated, can make one uncomfortable. But we never realized...	"I've told you already, I was just following orders..." Dopmond spoke into the new model of the Adjudicator who had been at the interrogation for more than two hours. After a pause and whirring of its many observational instruments it blurted out in its pitch corrected auto-tune manner "Uncertainty detected; why do y...
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	"Do you understand why you have been brought here today?" The warden smiled mercilessly as he spoke, leaning in close to whisper in the young man's ear. The young man tried to put on a brave face, but the overly friendly smile made him visibly nervous. "To listen to some jokes," he replied, with an attempt at a sneer...	"I've told you already, I was just following orders..." Dopmond spoke into the new model of the Adjudicator who had been at the interrogation for more than two hours. After a pause and whirring of its many observational instruments it blurted out in its pitch corrected auto-tune manner "Uncertainty detected; why do y...
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	"Who's next?" "He's in room four, tried to pull a bank heist. Get this though, he left the keys in the getaway car and someone else stole it while he was inside! He probably would have gotten away with it otherwise." "You've got to be fucking kidding me." "No shit, I swear. Anyways, good luck Rob." "Thanks, this'll...	"I've told you already, I was just following orders..." Dopmond spoke into the new model of the Adjudicator who had been at the interrogation for more than two hours. After a pause and whirring of its many observational instruments it blurted out in its pitch corrected auto-tune manner "Uncertainty detected; why do y...
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	"Do you understand why you have been brought here today?" The warden smiled mercilessly as he spoke, leaning in close to whisper in the young man's ear. The young man tried to put on a brave face, but the overly friendly smile made him visibly nervous. "To listen to some jokes," he replied, with an attempt at a sneer...	"I WON'T TALK!!!" The terrorist screamed out. I looked at him, unsure what to do. He'd been waterboarded, chinese water tortured and... That's it. The puns. "So...with all these water tortures, life must be a real BEACH for you huh?" The terrorist grunted in pain. He looked terrible now that I saw his face. "You...
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	"Do you understand why you have been brought here today?" The warden smiled mercilessly as he spoke, leaning in close to whisper in the young man's ear. The young man tried to put on a brave face, but the overly friendly smile made him visibly nervous. "To listen to some jokes," he replied, with an attempt at a sneer...	This reminded me of another writing prompt. THought i would share it. [“Sir, I was looking for you,” Howard said, staring at the back of the chief’s neck. “We got him.” He turned around slowly, eyes staring down at a manila folder in his hands. He was an intimidating man, even despite his enlarged belly and the countl...
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	"Do you understand why you have been brought here today?" The warden smiled mercilessly as he spoke, leaning in close to whisper in the young man's ear. The young man tried to put on a brave face, but the overly friendly smile made him visibly nervous. "To listen to some jokes," he replied, with an attempt at a sneer...	Humanity has always possessed it-- a raw, involuntary reaction to the worst of wordplay. Lowly “dad jokes” would cause a slight wince. An overly simplistic knock-knock joke might garner a garish groan. Even a simple bit of alliteration, as I have assuredly demonstrated, can make one uncomfortable. But we never realized...
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	"Who's next?" "He's in room four, tried to pull a bank heist. Get this though, he left the keys in the getaway car and someone else stole it while he was inside! He probably would have gotten away with it otherwise." "You've got to be fucking kidding me." "No shit, I swear. Anyways, good luck Rob." "Thanks, this'll...	Humanity has always possessed it-- a raw, involuntary reaction to the worst of wordplay. Lowly “dad jokes” would cause a slight wince. An overly simplistic knock-knock joke might garner a garish groan. Even a simple bit of alliteration, as I have assuredly demonstrated, can make one uncomfortable. But we never realized...
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	"No!" he pleaded, "I'm INNOCENT!" I tapped a long ash off my cigarette, and snarled: "Hi innocent. I'm the Punisher." His screams echoed down the long hallway--the hopelessness of knowing we still had the eternity of an hour remaining.	In the small outback town here of Mercy, Australia our criminals are often dehydrated because of the intense heat of the summer. Sometimes they have spent days deep in the sweltering bush.We offer them "Koala" brand tea to drink to their bitter disappointment as they spit out the disgusting tea leaves. You see, the Ko...
[WP]: Humanity has developed a hypersensitivity to puns, experiencing physical pain when exposed to especially bad wordplays. As no physical damage happens, it is used to penalize petty criminals. This is your job. You are the Punisher.	The judge called in the next defendant. Mr. Cruz had been caught shoplifting. The outcome of the trial was pretty obvious, given the video footage shown in evidence. Amazing how a one legged man was able to run from the store security so quickly. The trial was over in a flash, and soon it was time for Joe to get to wor...	door opens to interrogation room Interrogator: "So..." door closes, interrogator sits across table from convict Interrogator: "This is the TWEED who tried to shoplift from the fabric store, eh?" Merino: "yelp of pain" Interrogator: "I understand you tried to FLEECE from the scene." Merino: "Ow!" Interrogat...
[WP] You accidentally become the leader of a cult.	Ok. It took six years of quiet research, some fake social media accounts and a lot of acting but I think I finally did it. I finally found the people who hate me. You see, back at the beginning of the 21st century, I had myself a little TV show. It was a nice little thing, I'd make fun of the day's problems and put my...	"goddamn it Steve! you've really gone and fuck this up now haven't you?" "No don't answer that, its a rhetorical question." I have no idea how to stop them bowing to you. You're their leader, you figure it out!" "Bloody Idiot."
[WP] You accidentally become the leader of a cult.	I worried a bit about the security at the airport. I suppose I had to trust that in this crowd of admirers there were no would be assassins. The sound of drums was almost unbearable from inside the plane. The smell of smoke permeated through the vents. As I walked towards the door I knew what I wanted to say. "I am on...	"goddamn it Steve! you've really gone and fuck this up now haven't you?" "No don't answer that, its a rhetorical question." I have no idea how to stop them bowing to you. You're their leader, you figure it out!" "Bloody Idiot."
[WP] You accidentally become the leader of a cult.	I'm man enough to admit when I've fucked up. At least to myself. But I don't think I can admit to this. Not to them. I know I fucked up, but I didn't mean to. I know that doesn't fix it, or justify it but it does start to explain. Fuck how do you even explain something like this. From the start seems as good a place...	"goddamn it Steve! you've really gone and fuck this up now haven't you?" "No don't answer that, its a rhetorical question." I have no idea how to stop them bowing to you. You're their leader, you figure it out!" "Bloody Idiot."
[WP] You accidentally become the leader of a cult.	I envied her. We all did. But underneath my layer of envy was a deep pride and adoration...part of the driving force behind this cult. And it was all my fault. Andrea saved my life. Not in the ordinary sense, the "called the ambulance in time" save. The impossible kind. Let's just say I self-medicate. At times I go t...	"goddamn it Steve! you've really gone and fuck this up now haven't you?" "No don't answer that, its a rhetorical question." I have no idea how to stop them bowing to you. You're their leader, you figure it out!" "Bloody Idiot."
[WP] You accidentally become the leader of a cult.	How did it come to be Once I was no one Yet now they worship me Humble our beginnings Often humbler our ends As I tread through the throngs Only a man who pretends The lie which festers deep inside my heart How shall I tell them, "I am not" When all they say is, "Thou art"	"goddamn it Steve! you've really gone and fuck this up now haven't you?" "No don't answer that, its a rhetorical question." I have no idea how to stop them bowing to you. You're their leader, you figure it out!" "Bloody Idiot."
[WP] You accidentally become the leader of a cult.	I will admit, becoming a cult leader as a teenager was quite difficult to adapt to. Mostly because my cult consisted 100% of men who would not leave me alone. Not a single woman in sight. Sigh, I guess it's no different from college. Hell, a paparazzi started following me around because they thought I was someone REA...	"goddamn it Steve! you've really gone and fuck this up now haven't you?" "No don't answer that, its a rhetorical question." I have no idea how to stop them bowing to you. You're their leader, you figure it out!" "Bloody Idiot."
[WP] You accidentally become the leader of a cult.	Peace. Peace is all that matters. As I mediate here, with my friends I am at peace. It has been so long, the journey has been filled with trials and tribulations. There were so many who did not believe, but I am thankful for those who do believe. Those who believed when I said that the true path was not what we we...	"goddamn it Steve! you've really gone and fuck this up now haven't you?" "No don't answer that, its a rhetorical question." I have no idea how to stop them bowing to you. You're their leader, you figure it out!" "Bloody Idiot."
[WP] You accidentally become the leader of a cult.	I envied her. We all did. But underneath my layer of envy was a deep pride and adoration...part of the driving force behind this cult. And it was all my fault. Andrea saved my life. Not in the ordinary sense, the "called the ambulance in time" save. The impossible kind. Let's just say I self-medicate. At times I go t...	I stared at what I have typed so far, mindlessly clicking away at the keyboard. I needed this to be 100% perfect. If it was boring, no one would read it. If it was brilliant, they would write it off as another sci fi novel. But, if it accomplishes what I want it to, they will kill me. I spat bitterly at the thought ...
[WP] You accidentally become the leader of a cult.	I envied her. We all did. But underneath my layer of envy was a deep pride and adoration...part of the driving force behind this cult. And it was all my fault. Andrea saved my life. Not in the ordinary sense, the "called the ambulance in time" save. The impossible kind. Let's just say I self-medicate. At times I go t...	All I wanted was a Pepsi. You think that would be a simple thing, right? In this small mountain community that barely passes for a town, way out in the middle of the forest, anything not home made or grown near here is almost impossible to find. Homegrown is a way of life out here. And apparently we even home grow o...
[WP] You accidentally become the leader of a cult.	I envied her. We all did. But underneath my layer of envy was a deep pride and adoration...part of the driving force behind this cult. And it was all my fault. Andrea saved my life. Not in the ordinary sense, the "called the ambulance in time" save. The impossible kind. Let's just say I self-medicate. At times I go t...	Ok. It took six years of quiet research, some fake social media accounts and a lot of acting but I think I finally did it. I finally found the people who hate me. You see, back at the beginning of the 21st century, I had myself a little TV show. It was a nice little thing, I'd make fun of the day's problems and put my...
[WP] You accidentally become the leader of a cult.	I'm man enough to admit when I've fucked up. At least to myself. But I don't think I can admit to this. Not to them. I know I fucked up, but I didn't mean to. I know that doesn't fix it, or justify it but it does start to explain. Fuck how do you even explain something like this. From the start seems as good a place...	I worried a bit about the security at the airport. I suppose I had to trust that in this crowd of admirers there were no would be assassins. The sound of drums was almost unbearable from inside the plane. The smell of smoke permeated through the vents. As I walked towards the door I knew what I wanted to say. "I am on...
[WP] You accidentally become the leader of a cult.	I envied her. We all did. But underneath my layer of envy was a deep pride and adoration...part of the driving force behind this cult. And it was all my fault. Andrea saved my life. Not in the ordinary sense, the "called the ambulance in time" save. The impossible kind. Let's just say I self-medicate. At times I go t...	I worried a bit about the security at the airport. I suppose I had to trust that in this crowd of admirers there were no would be assassins. The sound of drums was almost unbearable from inside the plane. The smell of smoke permeated through the vents. As I walked towards the door I knew what I wanted to say. "I am on...

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