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[WP] A duel with your arch-nemesis. You're both so immensely powerful it does not even make sense. | "And these are the Archmages," Dalostaed said, gesturing to the far end of the room.
There were five thrones, four of which were occupied by eerily detailed stone statues. The thrones themselves were barely more than rock sculpted to look vaguely chair-like. The focus wasn't on the apparatus of rule, but the rulers ... | I and he, battled we,
but not did we, fore-see
For I and he, equally
strengthfully, dueling,
"Carnegie", the name of me,
befitted we, archnemeses.
As I and he, took all of we,
to the sea, for fighting we,
I went and flee'd, when he punched me...
And we made be, a tsunami.
A town or three, wiped out compl... | |
[WP] A duel with your arch-nemesis. You're both so immensely powerful it does not even make sense. | A crushing silence engulfs the landscape. The roar of the fiercest devices of war leave a once verdant field a scarred, scorched, and battered wasteland.
From the smoldering earth littered with twisted steel, hot brass, charred bodies, and blood rises smoke that turns midday into midnight. The sheer absence of life is... | "You have defied me too long, Shorgen," the man draped in a golden cape made of astral matter, Gerolf the Wise, spat.
Gerolf the Wise was a short, fragile old man of pale skin tone. However, his attire was that of a God. His robes seem to be made of space itself, the aforementioned cape a sign of his enormous magical ... | |
[WP] A duel with your arch-nemesis. You're both so immensely powerful it does not even make sense. | "And these are the Archmages," Dalostaed said, gesturing to the far end of the room.
There were five thrones, four of which were occupied by eerily detailed stone statues. The thrones themselves were barely more than rock sculpted to look vaguely chair-like. The focus wasn't on the apparatus of rule, but the rulers ... | "You have defied me too long, Shorgen," the man draped in a golden cape made of astral matter, Gerolf the Wise, spat.
Gerolf the Wise was a short, fragile old man of pale skin tone. However, his attire was that of a God. His robes seem to be made of space itself, the aforementioned cape a sign of his enormous magical ... | |
[WP] A duel with your arch-nemesis. You're both so immensely powerful it does not even make sense. | A crushing silence engulfs the landscape. The roar of the fiercest devices of war leave a once verdant field a scarred, scorched, and battered wasteland.
From the smoldering earth littered with twisted steel, hot brass, charred bodies, and blood rises smoke that turns midday into midnight. The sheer absence of life is... | *I definitely read this as "duet" and will write it as such. *
"Alright, come at me, Taylor, show me what you got," I snarled.
She was perfect. A pretty, blonde soprano who always got the descants in choirs, worshipped by tenors and basses alike. The popular crowd at school often compared us, saying that my soprano ... | |
[WP] A duel with your arch-nemesis. You're both so immensely powerful it does not even make sense. | "And these are the Archmages," Dalostaed said, gesturing to the far end of the room.
There were five thrones, four of which were occupied by eerily detailed stone statues. The thrones themselves were barely more than rock sculpted to look vaguely chair-like. The focus wasn't on the apparatus of rule, but the rulers ... | *I definitely read this as "duet" and will write it as such. *
"Alright, come at me, Taylor, show me what you got," I snarled.
She was perfect. A pretty, blonde soprano who always got the descants in choirs, worshipped by tenors and basses alike. The popular crowd at school often compared us, saying that my soprano ... | |
[WP] A duel with your arch-nemesis. You're both so immensely powerful it does not even make sense. | A crushing silence engulfs the landscape. The roar of the fiercest devices of war leave a once verdant field a scarred, scorched, and battered wasteland.
From the smoldering earth littered with twisted steel, hot brass, charred bodies, and blood rises smoke that turns midday into midnight. The sheer absence of life is... | He stared at me as i drank my coffee.
It didnt bother me the first time i noticed it.
Soon it became clear he wanted something from me. So i stared back, looking for signs of his intentions.
"Your shirt" he said, intensifying his eyebrows.
I look down, back at him, and said "what of it?"
His nostrils flared and ... | |
[WP] A duel with your arch-nemesis. You're both so immensely powerful it does not even make sense. | "And these are the Archmages," Dalostaed said, gesturing to the far end of the room.
There were five thrones, four of which were occupied by eerily detailed stone statues. The thrones themselves were barely more than rock sculpted to look vaguely chair-like. The focus wasn't on the apparatus of rule, but the rulers ... | He stared at me as i drank my coffee.
It didnt bother me the first time i noticed it.
Soon it became clear he wanted something from me. So i stared back, looking for signs of his intentions.
"Your shirt" he said, intensifying his eyebrows.
I look down, back at him, and said "what of it?"
His nostrils flared and ... | |
[WP] A duel with your arch-nemesis. You're both so immensely powerful it does not even make sense. | "And these are the Archmages," Dalostaed said, gesturing to the far end of the room.
There were five thrones, four of which were occupied by eerily detailed stone statues. The thrones themselves were barely more than rock sculpted to look vaguely chair-like. The focus wasn't on the apparatus of rule, but the rulers ... | "This is beyond what I imagined our clash would become."
"You think? I hadn't noticed after passing the scope of reality viewable by organic life forms. Oh, wait! I think I had an inkling after you attacked me with the concept of pain and I countered with suffering." His nemesis ended with a scoff.
"Are you done comp... | |
[WP] A duel with your arch-nemesis. You're both so immensely powerful it does not even make sense. | "And these are the Archmages," Dalostaed said, gesturing to the far end of the room.
There were five thrones, four of which were occupied by eerily detailed stone statues. The thrones themselves were barely more than rock sculpted to look vaguely chair-like. The focus wasn't on the apparatus of rule, but the rulers ... | Do you know why space appears black? The absence of light perhaps? Almost, but not quite.
The darkness that surrounds your galaxy is actually my shadow as I stand in defence of this universe of ours. Stood opposite me is he who wishes for the end of existence as we know it, clad in golden armour that shines brighter ... | |
[WP] A duel with your arch-nemesis. You're both so immensely powerful it does not even make sense. | "You cannot defeat me, fool" He said. The ground erupted rising as the tectonic plates beneath us were shattered and ripped from the ground.
"I can definitely try though." I whispered telepathically into his head. I concentrated all of the Earth's atmosphere into a tight ball of pressure 1 meter wide and dumped the mi... | The first wave of my assault crashed into it's waves of fighters. Space boiled with antimatter detonations, xray laser blasts and decaying neutrino waves. My armada flew on, a massive fleet of ships. The smallest were a mere ten miles long. The largest were so large, that they had to be modularized, and kept from falli... | |
[WP] A duel with your arch-nemesis. You're both so immensely powerful it does not even make sense. | It was a normal Tuesday as I sat on the cosmos watching her hurl gigantic planet after gigantic planet at me. Of course, she didn't actually hurl anything at all, it was Friday morning, and I was playing a charming human game called chess with Bill. As the evening light filtered in through the window, I could smell the... | The first wave of my assault crashed into it's waves of fighters. Space boiled with antimatter detonations, xray laser blasts and decaying neutrino waves. My armada flew on, a massive fleet of ships. The smallest were a mere ten miles long. The largest were so large, that they had to be modularized, and kept from falli... | |
[WP] A duel with your arch-nemesis. You're both so immensely powerful it does not even make sense. | A crushing silence engulfs the landscape. The roar of the fiercest devices of war leave a once verdant field a scarred, scorched, and battered wasteland.
From the smoldering earth littered with twisted steel, hot brass, charred bodies, and blood rises smoke that turns midday into midnight. The sheer absence of life is... | The first wave of my assault crashed into it's waves of fighters. Space boiled with antimatter detonations, xray laser blasts and decaying neutrino waves. My armada flew on, a massive fleet of ships. The smallest were a mere ten miles long. The largest were so large, that they had to be modularized, and kept from falli... | |
[WP] A duel with your arch-nemesis. You're both so immensely powerful it does not even make sense. | "And these are the Archmages," Dalostaed said, gesturing to the far end of the room.
There were five thrones, four of which were occupied by eerily detailed stone statues. The thrones themselves were barely more than rock sculpted to look vaguely chair-like. The focus wasn't on the apparatus of rule, but the rulers ... | The first wave of my assault crashed into it's waves of fighters. Space boiled with antimatter detonations, xray laser blasts and decaying neutrino waves. My armada flew on, a massive fleet of ships. The smallest were a mere ten miles long. The largest were so large, that they had to be modularized, and kept from falli... | |
[WP] A duel with your arch-nemesis. You're both so immensely powerful it does not even make sense. | "MUAHAHAHAHAHA! BEHOLD, MY DEATHBLOW!"
My blow slammed into my nemesis' tower, knocking it high into the air, and out of sight.
"Really?" She looked at me with disdain. "That's the best you've got?"
With a move so swift I didn't have time to react, she sent my horse flying.
"NOOOOOOOO! SHADEMANE!" I collapsed in... | The first wave of my assault crashed into it's waves of fighters. Space boiled with antimatter detonations, xray laser blasts and decaying neutrino waves. My armada flew on, a massive fleet of ships. The smallest were a mere ten miles long. The largest were so large, that they had to be modularized, and kept from falli... | |
[WP] A duel with your arch-nemesis. You're both so immensely powerful it does not even make sense. | It was a normal Tuesday as I sat on the cosmos watching her hurl gigantic planet after gigantic planet at me. Of course, she didn't actually hurl anything at all, it was Friday morning, and I was playing a charming human game called chess with Bill. As the evening light filtered in through the window, I could smell the... | "Pikachu I choose you."
"Dude. Stop"
"No Red. I must defeat you and become the -"
"Im sorry my friend"
Red holstered his shotgun and walked back down the mountain.
"no one can stand in my way. Even you."
He shook his head. "Damn Pokémon battles, didn't even make sense anyway." | |
[WP] A duel with your arch-nemesis. You're both so immensely powerful it does not even make sense. | A crushing silence engulfs the landscape. The roar of the fiercest devices of war leave a once verdant field a scarred, scorched, and battered wasteland.
From the smoldering earth littered with twisted steel, hot brass, charred bodies, and blood rises smoke that turns midday into midnight. The sheer absence of life is... | "Pikachu I choose you."
"Dude. Stop"
"No Red. I must defeat you and become the -"
"Im sorry my friend"
Red holstered his shotgun and walked back down the mountain.
"no one can stand in my way. Even you."
He shook his head. "Damn Pokémon battles, didn't even make sense anyway." | |
[WP] A duel with your arch-nemesis. You're both so immensely powerful it does not even make sense. | "And these are the Archmages," Dalostaed said, gesturing to the far end of the room.
There were five thrones, four of which were occupied by eerily detailed stone statues. The thrones themselves were barely more than rock sculpted to look vaguely chair-like. The focus wasn't on the apparatus of rule, but the rulers ... | "Pikachu I choose you."
"Dude. Stop"
"No Red. I must defeat you and become the -"
"Im sorry my friend"
Red holstered his shotgun and walked back down the mountain.
"no one can stand in my way. Even you."
He shook his head. "Damn Pokémon battles, didn't even make sense anyway." | |
[WP] A duel with your arch-nemesis. You're both so immensely powerful it does not even make sense. | A crushing silence engulfs the landscape. The roar of the fiercest devices of war leave a once verdant field a scarred, scorched, and battered wasteland.
From the smoldering earth littered with twisted steel, hot brass, charred bodies, and blood rises smoke that turns midday into midnight. The sheer absence of life is... | It was chaos.
The ground twisted and torn like a creature in it's death throws. Forests burned, oceans dried up, mountains crumbled away like sand in the wind. Pockets of life scrambled for shelter, but there was none. With every moment millions of lives met their end, and billions more were soon to follow.
The stars... | |
[WP] A duel with your arch-nemesis. You're both so immensely powerful it does not even make sense. | "And these are the Archmages," Dalostaed said, gesturing to the far end of the room.
There were five thrones, four of which were occupied by eerily detailed stone statues. The thrones themselves were barely more than rock sculpted to look vaguely chair-like. The focus wasn't on the apparatus of rule, but the rulers ... | It was chaos.
The ground twisted and torn like a creature in it's death throws. Forests burned, oceans dried up, mountains crumbled away like sand in the wind. Pockets of life scrambled for shelter, but there was none. With every moment millions of lives met their end, and billions more were soon to follow.
The stars... | |
[WP] A duel with your arch-nemesis. You're both so immensely powerful it does not even make sense. | A crushing silence engulfs the landscape. The roar of the fiercest devices of war leave a once verdant field a scarred, scorched, and battered wasteland.
From the smoldering earth littered with twisted steel, hot brass, charred bodies, and blood rises smoke that turns midday into midnight. The sheer absence of life is... | Everything you do is mirrored by the other, so that's leaves you with one choice... Settle it; with a duel! You both whip out a phone and open Clash Royale and do a friendly battle. Four minutes later, something pops up on the screen. "Draw." You both walk away in disappointment. | |
[WP] A duel with your arch-nemesis. You're both so immensely powerful it does not even make sense. | "And these are the Archmages," Dalostaed said, gesturing to the far end of the room.
There were five thrones, four of which were occupied by eerily detailed stone statues. The thrones themselves were barely more than rock sculpted to look vaguely chair-like. The focus wasn't on the apparatus of rule, but the rulers ... | Everything you do is mirrored by the other, so that's leaves you with one choice... Settle it; with a duel! You both whip out a phone and open Clash Royale and do a friendly battle. Four minutes later, something pops up on the screen. "Draw." You both walk away in disappointment. | |
[WP] A duel with your arch-nemesis. You're both so immensely powerful it does not even make sense. | A crushing silence engulfs the landscape. The roar of the fiercest devices of war leave a once verdant field a scarred, scorched, and battered wasteland.
From the smoldering earth littered with twisted steel, hot brass, charred bodies, and blood rises smoke that turns midday into midnight. The sheer absence of life is... | It was always something, some days it just felt better for both of us to admit we were wrong and go our own way, but we were always stubborn. This fight was no different, her eyes blazing with a passionate fire that burned from within, their gaze set on my own rage-filled gaze. It had started with the occasional prank,... | |
[WP] A duel with your arch-nemesis. You're both so immensely powerful it does not even make sense. | "And these are the Archmages," Dalostaed said, gesturing to the far end of the room.
There were five thrones, four of which were occupied by eerily detailed stone statues. The thrones themselves were barely more than rock sculpted to look vaguely chair-like. The focus wasn't on the apparatus of rule, but the rulers ... | It was always something, some days it just felt better for both of us to admit we were wrong and go our own way, but we were always stubborn. This fight was no different, her eyes blazing with a passionate fire that burned from within, their gaze set on my own rage-filled gaze. It had started with the occasional prank,... | |
[WP] A duel with your arch-nemesis. You're both so immensely powerful it does not even make sense. | A crushing silence engulfs the landscape. The roar of the fiercest devices of war leave a once verdant field a scarred, scorched, and battered wasteland.
From the smoldering earth littered with twisted steel, hot brass, charred bodies, and blood rises smoke that turns midday into midnight. The sheer absence of life is... | Suddenly nothing happened. There wasn't nothing, I wasn't in a void. It's that I was nothing. The bastard retconned me out of existence.
Of course I can't be mad at them, that requires existence; technically speaking I wasn't even aware of it.
And yet next thing I know i exist again. Not that it was hard, I just ha... | |
[WP] A duel with your arch-nemesis. You're both so immensely powerful it does not even make sense. | "And these are the Archmages," Dalostaed said, gesturing to the far end of the room.
There were five thrones, four of which were occupied by eerily detailed stone statues. The thrones themselves were barely more than rock sculpted to look vaguely chair-like. The focus wasn't on the apparatus of rule, but the rulers ... | Suddenly nothing happened. There wasn't nothing, I wasn't in a void. It's that I was nothing. The bastard retconned me out of existence.
Of course I can't be mad at them, that requires existence; technically speaking I wasn't even aware of it.
And yet next thing I know i exist again. Not that it was hard, I just ha... | |
[WP] A duel with your arch-nemesis. You're both so immensely powerful it does not even make sense. | "And these are the Archmages," Dalostaed said, gesturing to the far end of the room.
There were five thrones, four of which were occupied by eerily detailed stone statues. The thrones themselves were barely more than rock sculpted to look vaguely chair-like. The focus wasn't on the apparatus of rule, but the rulers ... | "You cannot defeat me, fool" He said. The ground erupted rising as the tectonic plates beneath us were shattered and ripped from the ground.
"I can definitely try though." I whispered telepathically into his head. I concentrated all of the Earth's atmosphere into a tight ball of pressure 1 meter wide and dumped the mi... | |
[WP] A duel with your arch-nemesis. You're both so immensely powerful it does not even make sense. | "MUAHAHAHAHAHA! BEHOLD, MY DEATHBLOW!"
My blow slammed into my nemesis' tower, knocking it high into the air, and out of sight.
"Really?" She looked at me with disdain. "That's the best you've got?"
With a move so swift I didn't have time to react, she sent my horse flying.
"NOOOOOOOO! SHADEMANE!" I collapsed in... | "You cannot defeat me, fool" He said. The ground erupted rising as the tectonic plates beneath us were shattered and ripped from the ground.
"I can definitely try though." I whispered telepathically into his head. I concentrated all of the Earth's atmosphere into a tight ball of pressure 1 meter wide and dumped the mi... | |
[WP] A duel with your arch-nemesis. You're both so immensely powerful it does not even make sense. | "And these are the Archmages," Dalostaed said, gesturing to the far end of the room.
There were five thrones, four of which were occupied by eerily detailed stone statues. The thrones themselves were barely more than rock sculpted to look vaguely chair-like. The focus wasn't on the apparatus of rule, but the rulers ... | It was a normal Tuesday as I sat on the cosmos watching her hurl gigantic planet after gigantic planet at me. Of course, she didn't actually hurl anything at all, it was Friday morning, and I was playing a charming human game called chess with Bill. As the evening light filtered in through the window, I could smell the... | |
[WP] A duel with your arch-nemesis. You're both so immensely powerful it does not even make sense. | "And these are the Archmages," Dalostaed said, gesturing to the far end of the room.
There were five thrones, four of which were occupied by eerily detailed stone statues. The thrones themselves were barely more than rock sculpted to look vaguely chair-like. The focus wasn't on the apparatus of rule, but the rulers ... | A crushing silence engulfs the landscape. The roar of the fiercest devices of war leave a once verdant field a scarred, scorched, and battered wasteland.
From the smoldering earth littered with twisted steel, hot brass, charred bodies, and blood rises smoke that turns midday into midnight. The sheer absence of life is... | |
[WP] A duel with your arch-nemesis. You're both so immensely powerful it does not even make sense. | I felt the gravity waves change slightly. My calculations indicated that there had been an initiative. A third of the universe had been sent my way.
Our collaboration had fallen in mere eons to bickering. When the First Event occurred, it had been a rapid expansion followed by heat, every particle spinning wildly... | We clashed on a summer evening and I lean against the ancient olive tree and he will ask me if I had ever seen the stars from the middle of the ocean.
"No, but I can see enough of them here tonight," I said, and bright light flashes between us and I will start climbing the tree. I reached the highest branches and sa... | |
[WP] A duel with your arch-nemesis. You're both so immensely powerful it does not even make sense. | "MUAHAHAHAHAHA! BEHOLD, MY DEATHBLOW!"
My blow slammed into my nemesis' tower, knocking it high into the air, and out of sight.
"Really?" She looked at me with disdain. "That's the best you've got?"
With a move so swift I didn't have time to react, she sent my horse flying.
"NOOOOOOOO! SHADEMANE!" I collapsed in... | We clashed on a summer evening and I lean against the ancient olive tree and he will ask me if I had ever seen the stars from the middle of the ocean.
"No, but I can see enough of them here tonight," I said, and bright light flashes between us and I will start climbing the tree. I reached the highest branches and sa... | |
[WP] A duel with your arch-nemesis. You're both so immensely powerful it does not even make sense. | Dark eyes, filled with greed, nay, hunger, stared down at me from beneath a heavy brow. Kroniedor the great thief stood upon a ridge, the setting sun eclipsing his garbed form.
"I have found you at last Arechnidos!"
He cried out to me, my name on his lips spat with such spite that the clouds themselves parted in fear... | We clashed on a summer evening and I lean against the ancient olive tree and he will ask me if I had ever seen the stars from the middle of the ocean.
"No, but I can see enough of them here tonight," I said, and bright light flashes between us and I will start climbing the tree. I reached the highest branches and sa... | |
[WP] A duel with your arch-nemesis. You're both so immensely powerful it does not even make sense. | It was a beautiful day out. The sun glowed a heavenly warmth onto the world, and cool breeze travelled through the air to offset it. It was a perfect day to buy an ice cream.
But Superdude had no time for ice cream. How could he when Dr Evilstein was still on the loose? The world would not be safe until he was defeate... | We clashed on a summer evening and I lean against the ancient olive tree and he will ask me if I had ever seen the stars from the middle of the ocean.
"No, but I can see enough of them here tonight," I said, and bright light flashes between us and I will start climbing the tree. I reached the highest branches and sa... | |
[WP] A duel with your arch-nemesis. You're both so immensely powerful it does not even make sense. | Dark eyes, filled with greed, nay, hunger, stared down at me from beneath a heavy brow. Kroniedor the great thief stood upon a ridge, the setting sun eclipsing his garbed form.
"I have found you at last Arechnidos!"
He cried out to me, my name on his lips spat with such spite that the clouds themselves parted in fear... | I felt the gravity waves change slightly. My calculations indicated that there had been an initiative. A third of the universe had been sent my way.
Our collaboration had fallen in mere eons to bickering. When the First Event occurred, it had been a rapid expansion followed by heat, every particle spinning wildly... | |
[WP] A duel with your arch-nemesis. You're both so immensely powerful it does not even make sense. | It was a beautiful day out. The sun glowed a heavenly warmth onto the world, and cool breeze travelled through the air to offset it. It was a perfect day to buy an ice cream.
But Superdude had no time for ice cream. How could he when Dr Evilstein was still on the loose? The world would not be safe until he was defeate... | I felt the gravity waves change slightly. My calculations indicated that there had been an initiative. A third of the universe had been sent my way.
Our collaboration had fallen in mere eons to bickering. When the First Event occurred, it had been a rapid expansion followed by heat, every particle spinning wildly... | |
[WP] A duel with your arch-nemesis. You're both so immensely powerful it does not even make sense. | Strike – invisible due to its faster-than-light speed.
Parry – as time itself bends to accommodate the defender.
Stalemate – the grinding of two dimensions trying to encroach on one another.
Break – the return from singularity.
Circle – anticipating the opponent’s next move by smelling the background radiation.
... | He is humming as he walks across a wasteland.
Radioactive waters pool in the muddy ditches, glowing visibly. There are corpses half-buried in the orange loam. There are craters everywhere and the very air itself is filled with toxins and engineered viruses.
It is the perfect place for Immortals to meet.
He leans ... | |
[WP] A duel with your arch-nemesis. You're both so immensely powerful it does not even make sense. | Across the table from one another, two well-dressed and decorated men glared daggers at each other. Between them, a square table with a single piece of paper in the center, on the paper was the large word “Ceasefire” across the top. Both men, victims of years of conflict with reasons ranging from territory to resources... | He is humming as he walks across a wasteland.
Radioactive waters pool in the muddy ditches, glowing visibly. There are corpses half-buried in the orange loam. There are craters everywhere and the very air itself is filled with toxins and engineered viruses.
It is the perfect place for Immortals to meet.
He leans ... | |
[WP] Super intelligent AI was not created in a lab, but in an indie gaming studio. And it's not interested in much beyond the game it was made for. | It started with the landscape.
Procedural generation was nothing new, of course. Even procedural generation to create static assets wasn't new; it was in fact commonplace. The difference was that, rather than have artists comb over the generated result, making it less "samey" and adding individuality, the computer d... | "It's been building through the night."
The coffee had as well, it seemed, burnt coffee was always the flavor of a tough morning, Phil decided. He hazarded to take another deep sip as he leaned over Mallory, watching her screen.
"When we first activated the program it immediately ran up to one of the monsters and d... | |
Doesn't have to be wife, could be husband. | [WP] Your loving wife of many years finally reveals her secret to you.. she isn't human. | David woke up with fangs, and he didn’t know why.
He stared at them in the mirror for a long time. They were sharp and discolored and looked like they belonged to someone else. He didn’t quite like them and in fact, he decided to get a pair of pliers and yank them out.
As he was rummaging through drawers in the kit... | The sun beat down on Charlie's face filling his skin with warmth and settling his mind. It was never so bright Charlie thought, all those moments spent in its presence and never once had he felt its commanding company, so obvious as it was to him now. His arm lifted up into the sky and cast a shadow for his eyes, drow... |
Doesn't have to be wife, could be husband. | [WP] Your loving wife of many years finally reveals her secret to you.. she isn't human. | David woke up with fangs, and he didn’t know why.
He stared at them in the mirror for a long time. They were sharp and discolored and looked like they belonged to someone else. He didn’t quite like them and in fact, he decided to get a pair of pliers and yank them out.
As he was rummaging through drawers in the kit... | "**I couldn't keep it a secret any longer. The children... They have parents who love them, Soren.**" She let out a low mournful two-toned wail. Her glittering stone-encrusted mouth tentacles wriggled across her face.
Soren was sitting with his head in his hand, staring down at the floor determinedly. A small pool ... |
[WP] You've just had a long day at work and accidentally fall asleep on the train. You wake up and the scene before you was not what you expected... | Blackness. You rub your tired eyes and attempt to look around, but again, blackness. You stand alone at the train's controls but outside you are in the blackness of space. The train's engine hums along but you appear to be going no where.
When ahead, a star approaches. Your trajectory toward the star is apparent by th... | I blinked heavily and smeared a scum of sweat off my face with a heavy, grubby hand. Sixteen hours of concrete dust, exhaust, and the insidious, invasive grime that hangs in the air of every adolescent city. I felt my fingernails claw runnels through the filth on my face. I looked up, chin pulling tackily against a wel... | |
[WP] An enchantress has cursed you, a prince, into the form of a beast as a punishment that will only be released if you find the error of your ways. But turns out you really dig being a beast and want to stay that way. | Heinrich loved looming over the guards.
Their fear smelled sweet, almost like honeycakes in the oven, and many of them would quite literally shake in their boots. He'd not believed people actually *did* that, not until he'd been transformed into an eight foot tall, overly muscled leonid-human hybrid and realized he co... | The enchantress watches in annoyance as the Prince she curses chases his tail.
"..As adorable this is, it's getting old."
The enchantress then appears before the Prince in a flash of light, "Young Prince, what are you doing?"
The Prince blinks and sits on his hunches before smirking, "I'm chasing my tail!" "
The enc... | |
[WP] The clairvoyant actually manages to see how your beloved grandmother is doing in the afterlife. Apparently she's in hell, and it appears she's taken over. | I didn't believe that five dollar psychic back in the Alabama drug store, but she was right.
Instead of fire and pain, I was surrounded by freshly baked cookies and gingerbread men. Everything smelling suspiciously like Grandma's house.
As I walk up to Satan's throne to get my assignment of eternal torture, I... | I sip my drink nonchalantly,
"I'm not surprised, she was a right old bitch."
The clairvoyant opens her mouth then frowns,
"She says fuck you too."
"Not in a million years."
"You were my least favorite grandchild."
"I was your only grandchild."
"And I'm your only Grandma, you're adopted."
"!" | |
[WP] The clairvoyant actually manages to see how your beloved grandmother is doing in the afterlife. Apparently she's in hell, and it appears she's taken over. | I didn't believe that five dollar psychic back in the Alabama drug store, but she was right.
Instead of fire and pain, I was surrounded by freshly baked cookies and gingerbread men. Everything smelling suspiciously like Grandma's house.
As I walk up to Satan's throne to get my assignment of eternal torture, I... | "So . . . how is she doing? Especially if she is in hell." My best friend, Lucy, is a clairvoyant. And, she just informed me that my beloved grandmother, who always doted on me, is in hell.
Lucy stutters, "Um. Well. Not only is she in hell, but she has also somehow taken over hell."
I laugh. This is too good and too ... | |
[WP] Due to your poor spelling, you've accidentally summoned Stan. | Where am i?
I thought i was drowning.
I've still got some glass in my eye,
and my head is pounding.
I think my face hit the windshield.
Or is this just how it always feels getting killed?
The last thing i remember is that wailing bitch,
right as i drove us both off a bridge.
The taste of vodka still lingers,... | I threw my hood back in astonishment as the smoke grew from the hextagram. It was a miracle that my chanting worked, deep down I thought that this would only be a way for me to deal with feeling like an outsider at school. But it's real! I actually summoned Satan!
Adrenaline was pumping through me as I fought through... | |
[WP] Due to your poor spelling, you've accidentally summoned Stan. | The circle was complete, the pentagram neatly chalked. I had triple checked all of the sigils, a strange mixture of Norse, Aramaic, and Persian that seemed to fight with itself when you gazed upon it. The book was open on a convenient stand, small containers of salt, sage, and silver hung next to it. A few feet away... | I threw my hood back in astonishment as the smoke grew from the hextagram. It was a miracle that my chanting worked, deep down I thought that this would only be a way for me to deal with feeling like an outsider at school. But it's real! I actually summoned Satan!
Adrenaline was pumping through me as I fought through... | |
[WP] Due to your poor spelling, you've accidentally summoned Stan. | "Yeah whatcha need?" The middle aged Brooklyn man said, standing in the middle of my pentagram.
"I...I'm sorry, who are you?" I asked him, wondering why I was given a man instead of Satan.
"You should know who I am, you summoned me ya little shit!" He said slightly aggravated.
"I tried to summon Satan, I'm pretty s... | I threw my hood back in astonishment as the smoke grew from the hextagram. It was a miracle that my chanting worked, deep down I thought that this would only be a way for me to deal with feeling like an outsider at school. But it's real! I actually summoned Satan!
Adrenaline was pumping through me as I fought through... | |
[WP] Due to your poor spelling, you've accidentally summoned Stan. | Where am i?
I thought i was drowning.
I've still got some glass in my eye,
and my head is pounding.
I think my face hit the windshield.
Or is this just how it always feels getting killed?
The last thing i remember is that wailing bitch,
right as i drove us both off a bridge.
The taste of vodka still lingers,... | I've been plotting and planning to summon,
The darkest, most evil of things,
I want to summon the devil,
In hopes that a bike, he will bring.
 
My mum and my daddy are too broke,
And Santa's the biggest cheapskate,
I'm praying that Satan will come through,
If he doesn't I'll be quite irate.
 ... | |
[WP] Due to your poor spelling, you've accidentally summoned Stan. | The circle was complete, the pentagram neatly chalked. I had triple checked all of the sigils, a strange mixture of Norse, Aramaic, and Persian that seemed to fight with itself when you gazed upon it. The book was open on a convenient stand, small containers of salt, sage, and silver hung next to it. A few feet away... | I've been plotting and planning to summon,
The darkest, most evil of things,
I want to summon the devil,
In hopes that a bike, he will bring.
 
My mum and my daddy are too broke,
And Santa's the biggest cheapskate,
I'm praying that Satan will come through,
If he doesn't I'll be quite irate.
 ... | |
[WP] Due to your poor spelling, you've accidentally summoned Stan. | "Yeah whatcha need?" The middle aged Brooklyn man said, standing in the middle of my pentagram.
"I...I'm sorry, who are you?" I asked him, wondering why I was given a man instead of Satan.
"You should know who I am, you summoned me ya little shit!" He said slightly aggravated.
"I tried to summon Satan, I'm pretty s... | I've been plotting and planning to summon,
The darkest, most evil of things,
I want to summon the devil,
In hopes that a bike, he will bring.
 
My mum and my daddy are too broke,
And Santa's the biggest cheapskate,
I'm praying that Satan will come through,
If he doesn't I'll be quite irate.
 ... | |
[WP] Due to your poor spelling, you've accidentally summoned Stan. | The circle was complete, the pentagram neatly chalked. I had triple checked all of the sigils, a strange mixture of Norse, Aramaic, and Persian that seemed to fight with itself when you gazed upon it. The book was open on a convenient stand, small containers of salt, sage, and silver hung next to it. A few feet away... | Where am i?
I thought i was drowning.
I've still got some glass in my eye,
and my head is pounding.
I think my face hit the windshield.
Or is this just how it always feels getting killed?
The last thing i remember is that wailing bitch,
right as i drove us both off a bridge.
The taste of vodka still lingers,... | |
[WP] Due to your poor spelling, you've accidentally summoned Stan. | The circle was complete, the pentagram neatly chalked. I had triple checked all of the sigils, a strange mixture of Norse, Aramaic, and Persian that seemed to fight with itself when you gazed upon it. The book was open on a convenient stand, small containers of salt, sage, and silver hung next to it. A few feet away... | She didn't think it would actually work.
But it did. And she was horribly disappointed. You could hear her heart drop to the floor and see the life leave her eyes as she stared blankly at the man who's head had somehow appeared right in the middle of the pentagram she had drawn. From the neck up, a frowning face look... | |
[WP] Due to your poor spelling, you've accidentally summoned Stan. | "Yeah whatcha need?" The middle aged Brooklyn man said, standing in the middle of my pentagram.
"I...I'm sorry, who are you?" I asked him, wondering why I was given a man instead of Satan.
"You should know who I am, you summoned me ya little shit!" He said slightly aggravated.
"I tried to summon Satan, I'm pretty s... | She didn't think it would actually work.
But it did. And she was horribly disappointed. You could hear her heart drop to the floor and see the life leave her eyes as she stared blankly at the man who's head had somehow appeared right in the middle of the pentagram she had drawn. From the neck up, a frowning face look... | |
[WP]You get a new roommate: A carpenter named Jesus. At first you shake it off as a coincidence, until one day you find all your bottled water has suddenly been turned into wine. | As I stood in the kitchen fixing up my lunch, I watched him out of the corner of my eye. Jesus was sitting in the living room, his tools sprawled across the coffee table in front of him. He was building a wood box from scratch. As he tinkered, drilled, hammered, and sanded, I could see the box becoming more refined. *H... | "Dude, was this you?"
"Yeah"
"Dude. You know how much money we can make out of this?"
"I don't want to make a big deal out of this, it's just a little hobby of mine."
Jesus went and laid down on the top bunk of the bed. Michael sits on the sofa besides him watching the basketball game.
"Dude, I think college is go... | |
[WP]You get a new roommate: A carpenter named Jesus. At first you shake it off as a coincidence, until one day you find all your bottled water has suddenly been turned into wine. | As I stood in the kitchen fixing up my lunch, I watched him out of the corner of my eye. Jesus was sitting in the living room, his tools sprawled across the coffee table in front of him. He was building a wood box from scratch. As he tinkered, drilled, hammered, and sanded, I could see the box becoming more refined. *H... | My latest greatest roomie, jesus speaks English as a second language. I thought originally he was from over the border, working hard to earn money to send to the third world country his fam lives in. He works long hours, looks kinda grunge with his long hair, the lengthy beard. His deep tanned flesh is Smooth and ... | |
It could be something like threats to real life, or scandals, or some conspiracy, its up to you | [WP] Tell the story of an unmasked, public superhero and the horrifying descent to understanding why heroes wear masks | A wisp of smoke curled up from the smoldering ashes. Fiery tendrils crept along the dusty grey road, flickering over gaping cracks in the pavement.
Hypatia leaned back against a ruined building and winced when glass shards bit through her clothes. The villain Xanthe had been defeated; her body was sprawled gracefully ... | No…
Please…
“That’s right Mister Smith. I killed her. Your beautiful wife is gone forever!” the Trickster said.
I lunged at him, and began pummeling him. All the while he laughed. Even if I killed him, he had won. I should have known. All these psychotic enemies, and it finally hurt my loved ones. She was dead, he h... |
[WP] A person is stuck in a game (like Hack or SAO), their quest is to find out whether they are human or AI | For what seemed like an eternity, I had been trapped in a land of fantasy. I knew that it was a video game; I always had, for whatever odd reason.
The world was inhabited by all kinds of creatures: humans, elves, orcs, dragons... you name it. I spent my days adventuring, and I grew rich and even bought a house. Before... | I've been in this game for God knows how long. It was widely popular for being the first virtual mmorpg. Though shortly after it's launch, a fatal error was discovered. Dying in the game carried the penalty of dying in real life. People haven't tried logging off for fear of it being another way to die. The only hope th... | |
[WP] By law, criminal punishment factors in the awesomeness of the method used. Even the worst crimes may escape punishment if the execution was amazingly, creatively badass. Penalties increase the lamer, lazier, or dumber the crime is. | "And by that measure, we have deemed that it is fitting for Bill Ahsom to be placed in house arrest in his own home for exactly 15 minutes. Court dismissed." The judge finished, and promptly booked it out the door, surely glad that the whole case was over, and ready to go back home.
The entire courtroom instantly er... | "So what exactly was the reasoning behind this new law?"
The talkshow host looked intently at Dr. David Simmons. The doctor ran a large hand through his perfectly styled hair, leaned back in his chair slightly, and paused a moment, hand caressing his chiseled jawline. The large man was impressive not only physically... | |
[WP] You visit a mystic who can tell with 100% accuracy if you're in the first or second half of your life. When you walk in, her crystal ball explodes. | The witch lived in the little house at the edge of the forest away from the village of Ebonfor. The town people all regarded her as a mystic, one who can look into the future like a window. But I knew better. Every Inquisitor knew the truth behind those lies.
I kick in the door with my heavy mailed boot. It gives in ... | "AH!" I jumped back and shielded my face. "Don't worry hun it was just my crack pipe, happens all da time" the old woman smiled and turned to face a box on the floor. She produced a new pipe and a bulging Ziplock bag. She placed a lighter on the table. "Wanna see ya future?"
I quickly scanned the room. The walls were... | |
[WP] Colleges are offering a new BS degree: Bachelor of Science in Bullshit (otherwise known as a BS in BS) | "I'm so proud of you, honey. I never thought you'd graduate!"
"Thanks mom, you're the best mom I could ever ask for."
I was never a smart kid, nor a smart teenager, nor a smart adult. For that matter, I'm sure I will never be smart. I tried getting a regular degree but that was just too hard, too much work, too mu... | Syllabus for Illusion-Setting 101, Spring Semester 2018
First Module:
Defining the relationships between equivocation and success, and theorizing about the nonexistence of "truth with a capital T."
Second Module:
Bluffing vs. Gaslighting, the fingers-crossed-behind-the-back negotiation technique, and how to keep yo... | |
[WP] "Of course humans aren't intelligent. They don't even have glurbleflukers. If you can't glurblefluke, you're not sentient." | The Cyclodian ambassador's words echoed throughout the chamber, marching about like a parade master with an overinflated ego.
The Haulachan assembly shuddered, their amoebic bodies turning a bright shade of green. A Turbinshtock clerk spat excess brain fluid against his tablet. The petite bodies of a few Vikti repres... | "Of course humans aren’t intelligent. The don’t have glurbleflukes. If you can’t glurblefluke, you’re not sentient," Silas scoffed as he picked at a scab of dirt on his chin.
"Always so sure of yourself, Silas… Your mother was right, you’ve always been thickheaded and you always will be. I swear, it’s just like the ti... | |
[WP] "Of course humans aren't intelligent. They don't even have glurbleflukers. If you can't glurblefluke, you're not sentient." | The Cyclodian ambassador's words echoed throughout the chamber, marching about like a parade master with an overinflated ego.
The Haulachan assembly shuddered, their amoebic bodies turning a bright shade of green. A Turbinshtock clerk spat excess brain fluid against his tablet. The petite bodies of a few Vikti repres... | My ears perked after hearing the outburst, several booths over. The creature who had loudly spoke was one of the newer races that had appeared on the Ark, only a few sun rotations ago. I sighed, a human sigh, which I made sure was quiet enough not to invoke the wrath of whoever it was that had a problem with humanity. ... | |
[WP] Everyone on Earth is assigned a number indicating their importance in worldly events. The lower the number the more important the person. These numbers change each day. All your life you've been in the high 6 billions. One day you wake up and your number is one. | Classifying people by numbers wasn’t a new idea, it had always just been sneakier.
Before The Scale, people had been forced to guess their social status relative to everyone else. The fluidity was painful and people struggled to understand their place. Depression was a common side-effect, suicides happened, even wars... | The second I woke up, I knew today wouldn't be like a normal one. I sat up in my bed, checked my phone, and right underneath the time was a large number 1.
I practically choked on my own drool when I saw it. I reached over to my desk and picked up my glasses. I put them on and looked again. I wasn't mistaken, it ... | |
[WP] Everyone on Earth is assigned a number indicating their importance in worldly events. The lower the number the more important the person. These numbers change each day. All your life you've been in the high 6 billions. One day you wake up and your number is one. | I didn't see any point in acting on the number. Probably, someone was fucking with me. Occasionally that happened. Someone hacked the site, all the outputs got messed up, and it took some time for the Bureau of Significance to get things up and running. Probably, it was nothing. Sharon looked at those ratings too damn ... | The second I woke up, I knew today wouldn't be like a normal one. I sat up in my bed, checked my phone, and right underneath the time was a large number 1.
I practically choked on my own drool when I saw it. I reached over to my desk and picked up my glasses. I put them on and looked again. I wasn't mistaken, it ... | |
[WP] Everyone on Earth is assigned a number indicating their importance in worldly events. The lower the number the more important the person. These numbers change each day. All your life you've been in the high 6 billions. One day you wake up and your number is one. | Classifying people by numbers wasn’t a new idea, it had always just been sneakier.
Before The Scale, people had been forced to guess their social status relative to everyone else. The fluidity was painful and people struggled to understand their place. Depression was a common side-effect, suicides happened, even wars... | The alarm beeped and I immediately smashed the ON/OFF button. I had been awake for a long time now, was too anxious to sleep. I looked at the time, **8:00 AM**. I still had time. Still, I hurried to the kitchen and turned on the tv. Ads, of course. The Status Board wasn't up for 10 more minutes. I tried to calm myself ... | |
[WP] Everyone on Earth is assigned a number indicating their importance in worldly events. The lower the number the more important the person. These numbers change each day. All your life you've been in the high 6 billions. One day you wake up and your number is one. | I didn't see any point in acting on the number. Probably, someone was fucking with me. Occasionally that happened. Someone hacked the site, all the outputs got messed up, and it took some time for the Bureau of Significance to get things up and running. Probably, it was nothing. Sharon looked at those ratings too damn ... | The alarm beeped and I immediately smashed the ON/OFF button. I had been awake for a long time now, was too anxious to sleep. I looked at the time, **8:00 AM**. I still had time. Still, I hurried to the kitchen and turned on the tv. Ads, of course. The Status Board wasn't up for 10 more minutes. I tried to calm myself ... | |
[WP] Everyone on Earth is assigned a number indicating their importance in worldly events. The lower the number the more important the person. These numbers change each day. All your life you've been in the high 6 billions. One day you wake up and your number is one. | When the Oracle went live 20 years ago, there was little fanfare to the predictive AI developed in a garage in Silicon Valley. Initially, the string of numbers produced each morning, running into the billions and billions, were thought to be random. By chance, no one understood its significance until Oracle was purchas... | I wake up every morning shaming myself for being such an unimportant person. My sister is number 100. My brother, 80. They are both very important while I am number 78,000,000,000. Not important at all.
While my brother is away and my sister is engulfed in her popular group I stay at home writing stories. I imagine ... | |
[WP] Everyone on Earth is assigned a number indicating their importance in worldly events. The lower the number the more important the person. These numbers change each day. All your life you've been in the high 6 billions. One day you wake up and your number is one. | I didn't see any point in acting on the number. Probably, someone was fucking with me. Occasionally that happened. Someone hacked the site, all the outputs got messed up, and it took some time for the Bureau of Significance to get things up and running. Probably, it was nothing. Sharon looked at those ratings too damn ... | I wake up every morning shaming myself for being such an unimportant person. My sister is number 100. My brother, 80. They are both very important while I am number 78,000,000,000. Not important at all.
While my brother is away and my sister is engulfed in her popular group I stay at home writing stories. I imagine ... | |
[WP] Everyone on Earth is assigned a number indicating their importance in worldly events. The lower the number the more important the person. These numbers change each day. All your life you've been in the high 6 billions. One day you wake up and your number is one. | "Wake up Josh!"
"What is it mom?" I muttered with a miserable tone of voice.
"Look at your score!"
"What?"
"Your score! Your score is number one!"
I suddenly opened my eyes wide awake and rushed out of bed past mom to check the family scoreboard in the living room.
"Holy fuck." I stared at the monitor dumbfounded... | I wake up every morning shaming myself for being such an unimportant person. My sister is number 100. My brother, 80. They are both very important while I am number 78,000,000,000. Not important at all.
While my brother is away and my sister is engulfed in her popular group I stay at home writing stories. I imagine ... | |
[WP] Everyone on Earth is assigned a number indicating their importance in worldly events. The lower the number the more important the person. These numbers change each day. All your life you've been in the high 6 billions. One day you wake up and your number is one. | I woke up in a bad mood, as usual. Roger was barking at the birds in the garden, as usual. And, as usual, I still have to go to work.
I headed downstairs for my muesli and stared out of the windows, watching the birds carry out their morning waltz. The world seemed more hectic than usual. There were quite a few helic... | I wake up every morning shaming myself for being such an unimportant person. My sister is number 100. My brother, 80. They are both very important while I am number 78,000,000,000. Not important at all.
While my brother is away and my sister is engulfed in her popular group I stay at home writing stories. I imagine ... | |
[WP] Everyone on Earth is assigned a number indicating their importance in worldly events. The lower the number the more important the person. These numbers change each day. All your life you've been in the high 6 billions. One day you wake up and your number is one. | I didn't see any point in acting on the number. Probably, someone was fucking with me. Occasionally that happened. Someone hacked the site, all the outputs got messed up, and it took some time for the Bureau of Significance to get things up and running. Probably, it was nothing. Sharon looked at those ratings too damn ... | When the Oracle went live 20 years ago, there was little fanfare to the predictive AI developed in a garage in Silicon Valley. Initially, the string of numbers produced each morning, running into the billions and billions, were thought to be random. By chance, no one understood its significance until Oracle was purchas... | |
[WP] You find a magical GPS that doesn't give you directions to places, but rather directions on getting through tough times in life. One day, the only thing it can say is, "Recalculating..." | I've been sitting out here by the beach for the past couple of hours just waiting on this app to finish calculating, but, it's not going to. The only reason I started following it's directions was because of that stupid pirate movie... I actually believed in a device that could show my true heart's desire. More than th... | You know how I knew I should apply for Harvard Law? A GPS.
No.
Really.
You want to know how I knew which city to move to? Or which women to date? Or, at this point, something as small as deciding what restaurant to eat at?
Yup.
GPS again.
I really don't remember a time before it. Or, should I say, I remembe... | |
Do you die a hero, or live long enough to become a villain?
Edit: Great job everyone. This is my first post and it got more of a response than I could have predicted. As far as the question of good and evil being subjective, try using the characters idea of it. If it goes against their moral code, then it's evil. | [WP] You are cursed. Every good deed you perform reduces the time you have left to live. However, evil deeds will grant more time. | They tell me it's a curse... Yeah Right, it stopped being that Oh so long ago.
I go see my "Artist", I have had many over the years
It's his life's work a masterpiece of the painters art subtle, perfect. I have told him it's going to take pride of place at a gallery to the greatest art of the age, I sit him down an... | As the man was nearing the end of his natural life, he realized he had done a lot in his life to wrong people, which had probably extended his life quite a bit. At the same time, he knew his time was coming to an end and he would need something else to drastically extend his life. So he ran for president. #Trump2016 |
Do you die a hero, or live long enough to become a villain?
Edit: Great job everyone. This is my first post and it got more of a response than I could have predicted. As far as the question of good and evil being subjective, try using the characters idea of it. If it goes against their moral code, then it's evil. | [WP] You are cursed. Every good deed you perform reduces the time you have left to live. However, evil deeds will grant more time. | "You get it? Or do I have to repeat myself *again*?"
"No, no, I get it. The more bad stuff I do, the longer I live, more good stuff, means I have a shorter life," I said to the man at my bedside, so much for sleeping in, it was still 3:30am. "Can I go back to bed now?"
"I was hoping you would use your curse ... | As the man was nearing the end of his natural life, he realized he had done a lot in his life to wrong people, which had probably extended his life quite a bit. At the same time, he knew his time was coming to an end and he would need something else to drastically extend his life. So he ran for president. #Trump2016 |
Do you die a hero, or live long enough to become a villain?
Edit: Great job everyone. This is my first post and it got more of a response than I could have predicted. As far as the question of good and evil being subjective, try using the characters idea of it. If it goes against their moral code, then it's evil. | [WP] You are cursed. Every good deed you perform reduces the time you have left to live. However, evil deeds will grant more time. | Tom smiled as his friend joined him on the familiar bench at the park. The stream of life flowed by them in the form of parents and children, lovers and friends, colleagues and strangers. The two men sat in silence for a moment, taking it all in.
The older man reached into his coat pocket and removed a small rectangul... | As the man was nearing the end of his natural life, he realized he had done a lot in his life to wrong people, which had probably extended his life quite a bit. At the same time, he knew his time was coming to an end and he would need something else to drastically extend his life. So he ran for president. #Trump2016 |
Do you die a hero, or live long enough to become a villain?
Edit: Great job everyone. This is my first post and it got more of a response than I could have predicted. As far as the question of good and evil being subjective, try using the characters idea of it. If it goes against their moral code, then it's evil. | [WP] You are cursed. Every good deed you perform reduces the time you have left to live. However, evil deeds will grant more time. | In every war, someone has to produce a factor that will decide the victory or defeat of both sides. In my case, that factor happened to be a "curse". No one knew how it worked- magical or mechanical, but there was but one thing known about it.
Whatever is considered evil would be rewarded, and good punished.
So, beari... | As the man was nearing the end of his natural life, he realized he had done a lot in his life to wrong people, which had probably extended his life quite a bit. At the same time, he knew his time was coming to an end and he would need something else to drastically extend his life. So he ran for president. #Trump2016 |
Do you die a hero, or live long enough to become a villain?
Edit: Great job everyone. This is my first post and it got more of a response than I could have predicted. As far as the question of good and evil being subjective, try using the characters idea of it. If it goes against their moral code, then it's evil. | [WP] You are cursed. Every good deed you perform reduces the time you have left to live. However, evil deeds will grant more time. | It's been four hundred years.
Grueling years at first, when obeying my mother's orders scraped my soul raw. If she caught me doing a kindness or saying my prayers, she would pull me to her, crying, fearing that the curse would be fulfilled in that moment and I would wither in my goodness.
"Old witch," she would wai... | As the man was nearing the end of his natural life, he realized he had done a lot in his life to wrong people, which had probably extended his life quite a bit. At the same time, he knew his time was coming to an end and he would need something else to drastically extend his life. So he ran for president. #Trump2016 |
Do you die a hero, or live long enough to become a villain?
Edit: Great job everyone. This is my first post and it got more of a response than I could have predicted. As far as the question of good and evil being subjective, try using the characters idea of it. If it goes against their moral code, then it's evil. | [WP] You are cursed. Every good deed you perform reduces the time you have left to live. However, evil deeds will grant more time. |
Preface To The Compendium of Humanity
Entry #1,843,241
I sit here in the bunker I call home, writing with the final pen from my collection, hoping the ink reserve will last until I have written the ... | As the man was nearing the end of his natural life, he realized he had done a lot in his life to wrong people, which had probably extended his life quite a bit. At the same time, he knew his time was coming to an end and he would need something else to drastically extend his life. So he ran for president. #Trump2016 |
Do you die a hero, or live long enough to become a villain?
Edit: Great job everyone. This is my first post and it got more of a response than I could have predicted. As far as the question of good and evil being subjective, try using the characters idea of it. If it goes against their moral code, then it's evil. | [WP] You are cursed. Every good deed you perform reduces the time you have left to live. However, evil deeds will grant more time. | Click.
Click.
Clickety- click click click.
"Would you PLEASE stop with that incessant pen clicking, Paul? It's driving me crazy" pleaded Sue.
"Sorry, Sue, nervous habit," said Paul as he felt the small tingles of a few more seconds of life added. He got up to go to the break room. He saw that Danny had put a de... | As the man was nearing the end of his natural life, he realized he had done a lot in his life to wrong people, which had probably extended his life quite a bit. At the same time, he knew his time was coming to an end and he would need something else to drastically extend his life. So he ran for president. #Trump2016 |
Do you die a hero, or live long enough to become a villain?
Edit: Great job everyone. This is my first post and it got more of a response than I could have predicted. As far as the question of good and evil being subjective, try using the characters idea of it. If it goes against their moral code, then it's evil. | [WP] You are cursed. Every good deed you perform reduces the time you have left to live. However, evil deeds will grant more time. | I am not a good person. I have lived for far too long. People believe that living so long is bad for one's humanity. That the longer a person lives that less and less that they care about others and themselves. The more disconnected they become from the important parts of what it means to be human. Happiness. Joy. Frie... | As the man was nearing the end of his natural life, he realized he had done a lot in his life to wrong people, which had probably extended his life quite a bit. At the same time, he knew his time was coming to an end and he would need something else to drastically extend his life. So he ran for president. #Trump2016 |
Do you die a hero, or live long enough to become a villain?
Edit: Great job everyone. This is my first post and it got more of a response than I could have predicted. As far as the question of good and evil being subjective, try using the characters idea of it. If it goes against their moral code, then it's evil. | [WP] You are cursed. Every good deed you perform reduces the time you have left to live. However, evil deeds will grant more time. | **Author's Note:** I'm doing my best to adhere to the community rules here by not being explicit in my descriptions. I hope I am successful in doing so. If in my failure to do so I offend or transgress, I offer my sincere apologies.
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He screamed as I did my bloody work on his face. When he lo... | As the man was nearing the end of his natural life, he realized he had done a lot in his life to wrong people, which had probably extended his life quite a bit. At the same time, he knew his time was coming to an end and he would need something else to drastically extend his life. So he ran for president. #Trump2016 |
Do you die a hero, or live long enough to become a villain?
Edit: Great job everyone. This is my first post and it got more of a response than I could have predicted. As far as the question of good and evil being subjective, try using the characters idea of it. If it goes against their moral code, then it's evil. | [WP] You are cursed. Every good deed you perform reduces the time you have left to live. However, evil deeds will grant more time. | The line burned into the skin on my inner forearm was shorter than ever. Originally it had stretched from the garish line of scar tissue on my wrist, all the way up my arm, spreading into several black tendrils. All that remained now was one thin line, about an inch long. You could almost miss it. But it felt worse now... | As the man was nearing the end of his natural life, he realized he had done a lot in his life to wrong people, which had probably extended his life quite a bit. At the same time, he knew his time was coming to an end and he would need something else to drastically extend his life. So he ran for president. #Trump2016 |
Do you die a hero, or live long enough to become a villain?
Edit: Great job everyone. This is my first post and it got more of a response than I could have predicted. As far as the question of good and evil being subjective, try using the characters idea of it. If it goes against their moral code, then it's evil. | [WP] You are cursed. Every good deed you perform reduces the time you have left to live. However, evil deeds will grant more time. | "...and on the lighter side of the news, we have a remarkable event today. We're delighted to be with Roger Albertson on his 118th birthday. Since Margaret Hitchcock died this April, you are now recognized as the oldest person in the world. However, you continue to stun the medical profession with your health and youth... | As the man was nearing the end of his natural life, he realized he had done a lot in his life to wrong people, which had probably extended his life quite a bit. At the same time, he knew his time was coming to an end and he would need something else to drastically extend his life. So he ran for president. #Trump2016 |
Do you die a hero, or live long enough to become a villain?
Edit: Great job everyone. This is my first post and it got more of a response than I could have predicted. As far as the question of good and evil being subjective, try using the characters idea of it. If it goes against their moral code, then it's evil. | [WP] You are cursed. Every good deed you perform reduces the time you have left to live. However, evil deeds will grant more time. | God, but do I ever love stupid witches. I was cursed a long time ago by one of those shriveled bats after I rescued her soon to be victim from having her vitality stolen. "Good deeds shall steal your life, while evil ones shall extend it," the dumb cow crowed with her last breath, "we'll see how long you remain righteo... | As the man was nearing the end of his natural life, he realized he had done a lot in his life to wrong people, which had probably extended his life quite a bit. At the same time, he knew his time was coming to an end and he would need something else to drastically extend his life. So he ran for president. #Trump2016 |
Do you die a hero, or live long enough to become a villain?
Edit: Great job everyone. This is my first post and it got more of a response than I could have predicted. As far as the question of good and evil being subjective, try using the characters idea of it. If it goes against their moral code, then it's evil. | [WP] You are cursed. Every good deed you perform reduces the time you have left to live. However, evil deeds will grant more time. | They tell me it's a curse... Yeah Right, it stopped being that Oh so long ago.
I go see my "Artist", I have had many over the years
It's his life's work a masterpiece of the painters art subtle, perfect. I have told him it's going to take pride of place at a gallery to the greatest art of the age, I sit him down an... | (While I don’t want to ‘spoil’ the piece given the source I feel it’s necessary; this is a forewarning for anyone who hasn’t read Mistborn, by Brandon Sanderson, and wants to. I can’t avoid spoilers, however vague I might try to make them!)
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A millennia ago, I did the unthinkable.
Words sounded to my l... |
Do you die a hero, or live long enough to become a villain?
Edit: Great job everyone. This is my first post and it got more of a response than I could have predicted. As far as the question of good and evil being subjective, try using the characters idea of it. If it goes against their moral code, then it's evil. | [WP] You are cursed. Every good deed you perform reduces the time you have left to live. However, evil deeds will grant more time. | "You get it? Or do I have to repeat myself *again*?"
"No, no, I get it. The more bad stuff I do, the longer I live, more good stuff, means I have a shorter life," I said to the man at my bedside, so much for sleeping in, it was still 3:30am. "Can I go back to bed now?"
"I was hoping you would use your curse ... | (While I don’t want to ‘spoil’ the piece given the source I feel it’s necessary; this is a forewarning for anyone who hasn’t read Mistborn, by Brandon Sanderson, and wants to. I can’t avoid spoilers, however vague I might try to make them!)
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A millennia ago, I did the unthinkable.
Words sounded to my l... |
Do you die a hero, or live long enough to become a villain?
Edit: Great job everyone. This is my first post and it got more of a response than I could have predicted. As far as the question of good and evil being subjective, try using the characters idea of it. If it goes against their moral code, then it's evil. | [WP] You are cursed. Every good deed you perform reduces the time you have left to live. However, evil deeds will grant more time. | Tom smiled as his friend joined him on the familiar bench at the park. The stream of life flowed by them in the form of parents and children, lovers and friends, colleagues and strangers. The two men sat in silence for a moment, taking it all in.
The older man reached into his coat pocket and removed a small rectangul... | (While I don’t want to ‘spoil’ the piece given the source I feel it’s necessary; this is a forewarning for anyone who hasn’t read Mistborn, by Brandon Sanderson, and wants to. I can’t avoid spoilers, however vague I might try to make them!)
=-=-=-=-=
A millennia ago, I did the unthinkable.
Words sounded to my l... |
Do you die a hero, or live long enough to become a villain?
Edit: Great job everyone. This is my first post and it got more of a response than I could have predicted. As far as the question of good and evil being subjective, try using the characters idea of it. If it goes against their moral code, then it's evil. | [WP] You are cursed. Every good deed you perform reduces the time you have left to live. However, evil deeds will grant more time. | In every war, someone has to produce a factor that will decide the victory or defeat of both sides. In my case, that factor happened to be a "curse". No one knew how it worked- magical or mechanical, but there was but one thing known about it.
Whatever is considered evil would be rewarded, and good punished.
So, beari... | (While I don’t want to ‘spoil’ the piece given the source I feel it’s necessary; this is a forewarning for anyone who hasn’t read Mistborn, by Brandon Sanderson, and wants to. I can’t avoid spoilers, however vague I might try to make them!)
=-=-=-=-=
A millennia ago, I did the unthinkable.
Words sounded to my l... |
Do you die a hero, or live long enough to become a villain?
Edit: Great job everyone. This is my first post and it got more of a response than I could have predicted. As far as the question of good and evil being subjective, try using the characters idea of it. If it goes against their moral code, then it's evil. | [WP] You are cursed. Every good deed you perform reduces the time you have left to live. However, evil deeds will grant more time. | It's been four hundred years.
Grueling years at first, when obeying my mother's orders scraped my soul raw. If she caught me doing a kindness or saying my prayers, she would pull me to her, crying, fearing that the curse would be fulfilled in that moment and I would wither in my goodness.
"Old witch," she would wai... | (While I don’t want to ‘spoil’ the piece given the source I feel it’s necessary; this is a forewarning for anyone who hasn’t read Mistborn, by Brandon Sanderson, and wants to. I can’t avoid spoilers, however vague I might try to make them!)
=-=-=-=-=
A millennia ago, I did the unthinkable.
Words sounded to my l... |
Do you die a hero, or live long enough to become a villain?
Edit: Great job everyone. This is my first post and it got more of a response than I could have predicted. As far as the question of good and evil being subjective, try using the characters idea of it. If it goes against their moral code, then it's evil. | [WP] You are cursed. Every good deed you perform reduces the time you have left to live. However, evil deeds will grant more time. |
Preface To The Compendium of Humanity
Entry #1,843,241
I sit here in the bunker I call home, writing with the final pen from my collection, hoping the ink reserve will last until I have written the ... | (While I don’t want to ‘spoil’ the piece given the source I feel it’s necessary; this is a forewarning for anyone who hasn’t read Mistborn, by Brandon Sanderson, and wants to. I can’t avoid spoilers, however vague I might try to make them!)
=-=-=-=-=
A millennia ago, I did the unthinkable.
Words sounded to my l... |
Do you die a hero, or live long enough to become a villain?
Edit: Great job everyone. This is my first post and it got more of a response than I could have predicted. As far as the question of good and evil being subjective, try using the characters idea of it. If it goes against their moral code, then it's evil. | [WP] You are cursed. Every good deed you perform reduces the time you have left to live. However, evil deeds will grant more time. | Click.
Click.
Clickety- click click click.
"Would you PLEASE stop with that incessant pen clicking, Paul? It's driving me crazy" pleaded Sue.
"Sorry, Sue, nervous habit," said Paul as he felt the small tingles of a few more seconds of life added. He got up to go to the break room. He saw that Danny had put a de... | (While I don’t want to ‘spoil’ the piece given the source I feel it’s necessary; this is a forewarning for anyone who hasn’t read Mistborn, by Brandon Sanderson, and wants to. I can’t avoid spoilers, however vague I might try to make them!)
=-=-=-=-=
A millennia ago, I did the unthinkable.
Words sounded to my l... |
Do you die a hero, or live long enough to become a villain?
Edit: Great job everyone. This is my first post and it got more of a response than I could have predicted. As far as the question of good and evil being subjective, try using the characters idea of it. If it goes against their moral code, then it's evil. | [WP] You are cursed. Every good deed you perform reduces the time you have left to live. However, evil deeds will grant more time. | I am not a good person. I have lived for far too long. People believe that living so long is bad for one's humanity. That the longer a person lives that less and less that they care about others and themselves. The more disconnected they become from the important parts of what it means to be human. Happiness. Joy. Frie... | (While I don’t want to ‘spoil’ the piece given the source I feel it’s necessary; this is a forewarning for anyone who hasn’t read Mistborn, by Brandon Sanderson, and wants to. I can’t avoid spoilers, however vague I might try to make them!)
=-=-=-=-=
A millennia ago, I did the unthinkable.
Words sounded to my l... |
Do you die a hero, or live long enough to become a villain?
Edit: Great job everyone. This is my first post and it got more of a response than I could have predicted. As far as the question of good and evil being subjective, try using the characters idea of it. If it goes against their moral code, then it's evil. | [WP] You are cursed. Every good deed you perform reduces the time you have left to live. However, evil deeds will grant more time. | **Author's Note:** I'm doing my best to adhere to the community rules here by not being explicit in my descriptions. I hope I am successful in doing so. If in my failure to do so I offend or transgress, I offer my sincere apologies.
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He screamed as I did my bloody work on his face. When he lo... | (While I don’t want to ‘spoil’ the piece given the source I feel it’s necessary; this is a forewarning for anyone who hasn’t read Mistborn, by Brandon Sanderson, and wants to. I can’t avoid spoilers, however vague I might try to make them!)
=-=-=-=-=
A millennia ago, I did the unthinkable.
Words sounded to my l... |
Do you die a hero, or live long enough to become a villain?
Edit: Great job everyone. This is my first post and it got more of a response than I could have predicted. As far as the question of good and evil being subjective, try using the characters idea of it. If it goes against their moral code, then it's evil. | [WP] You are cursed. Every good deed you perform reduces the time you have left to live. However, evil deeds will grant more time. | The line burned into the skin on my inner forearm was shorter than ever. Originally it had stretched from the garish line of scar tissue on my wrist, all the way up my arm, spreading into several black tendrils. All that remained now was one thin line, about an inch long. You could almost miss it. But it felt worse now... | (While I don’t want to ‘spoil’ the piece given the source I feel it’s necessary; this is a forewarning for anyone who hasn’t read Mistborn, by Brandon Sanderson, and wants to. I can’t avoid spoilers, however vague I might try to make them!)
=-=-=-=-=
A millennia ago, I did the unthinkable.
Words sounded to my l... |
Do you die a hero, or live long enough to become a villain?
Edit: Great job everyone. This is my first post and it got more of a response than I could have predicted. As far as the question of good and evil being subjective, try using the characters idea of it. If it goes against their moral code, then it's evil. | [WP] You are cursed. Every good deed you perform reduces the time you have left to live. However, evil deeds will grant more time. | "...and on the lighter side of the news, we have a remarkable event today. We're delighted to be with Roger Albertson on his 118th birthday. Since Margaret Hitchcock died this April, you are now recognized as the oldest person in the world. However, you continue to stun the medical profession with your health and youth... | (While I don’t want to ‘spoil’ the piece given the source I feel it’s necessary; this is a forewarning for anyone who hasn’t read Mistborn, by Brandon Sanderson, and wants to. I can’t avoid spoilers, however vague I might try to make them!)
=-=-=-=-=
A millennia ago, I did the unthinkable.
Words sounded to my l... |
Do you die a hero, or live long enough to become a villain?
Edit: Great job everyone. This is my first post and it got more of a response than I could have predicted. As far as the question of good and evil being subjective, try using the characters idea of it. If it goes against their moral code, then it's evil. | [WP] You are cursed. Every good deed you perform reduces the time you have left to live. However, evil deeds will grant more time. | "You get it? Or do I have to repeat myself *again*?"
"No, no, I get it. The more bad stuff I do, the longer I live, more good stuff, means I have a shorter life," I said to the man at my bedside, so much for sleeping in, it was still 3:30am. "Can I go back to bed now?"
"I was hoping you would use your curse ... | It was October Sunday to be exact. I made a death contract with the unknown, which can make me immortal but at a price. The price was rather a easy one not even the slightest a burden. The price after all was helping others will shorten my life span, while torturing others will give me immortality.
It was the next da... |
Do you die a hero, or live long enough to become a villain?
Edit: Great job everyone. This is my first post and it got more of a response than I could have predicted. As far as the question of good and evil being subjective, try using the characters idea of it. If it goes against their moral code, then it's evil. | [WP] You are cursed. Every good deed you perform reduces the time you have left to live. However, evil deeds will grant more time. | Tom smiled as his friend joined him on the familiar bench at the park. The stream of life flowed by them in the form of parents and children, lovers and friends, colleagues and strangers. The two men sat in silence for a moment, taking it all in.
The older man reached into his coat pocket and removed a small rectangul... | It was October Sunday to be exact. I made a death contract with the unknown, which can make me immortal but at a price. The price was rather a easy one not even the slightest a burden. The price after all was helping others will shorten my life span, while torturing others will give me immortality.
It was the next da... |
Do you die a hero, or live long enough to become a villain?
Edit: Great job everyone. This is my first post and it got more of a response than I could have predicted. As far as the question of good and evil being subjective, try using the characters idea of it. If it goes against their moral code, then it's evil. | [WP] You are cursed. Every good deed you perform reduces the time you have left to live. However, evil deeds will grant more time. | In every war, someone has to produce a factor that will decide the victory or defeat of both sides. In my case, that factor happened to be a "curse". No one knew how it worked- magical or mechanical, but there was but one thing known about it.
Whatever is considered evil would be rewarded, and good punished.
So, beari... | It was October Sunday to be exact. I made a death contract with the unknown, which can make me immortal but at a price. The price was rather a easy one not even the slightest a burden. The price after all was helping others will shorten my life span, while torturing others will give me immortality.
It was the next da... |
Do you die a hero, or live long enough to become a villain?
Edit: Great job everyone. This is my first post and it got more of a response than I could have predicted. As far as the question of good and evil being subjective, try using the characters idea of it. If it goes against their moral code, then it's evil. | [WP] You are cursed. Every good deed you perform reduces the time you have left to live. However, evil deeds will grant more time. | It's been four hundred years.
Grueling years at first, when obeying my mother's orders scraped my soul raw. If she caught me doing a kindness or saying my prayers, she would pull me to her, crying, fearing that the curse would be fulfilled in that moment and I would wither in my goodness.
"Old witch," she would wai... | It was October Sunday to be exact. I made a death contract with the unknown, which can make me immortal but at a price. The price was rather a easy one not even the slightest a burden. The price after all was helping others will shorten my life span, while torturing others will give me immortality.
It was the next da... |
Do you die a hero, or live long enough to become a villain?
Edit: Great job everyone. This is my first post and it got more of a response than I could have predicted. As far as the question of good and evil being subjective, try using the characters idea of it. If it goes against their moral code, then it's evil. | [WP] You are cursed. Every good deed you perform reduces the time you have left to live. However, evil deeds will grant more time. |
Preface To The Compendium of Humanity
Entry #1,843,241
I sit here in the bunker I call home, writing with the final pen from my collection, hoping the ink reserve will last until I have written the ... | It was October Sunday to be exact. I made a death contract with the unknown, which can make me immortal but at a price. The price was rather a easy one not even the slightest a burden. The price after all was helping others will shorten my life span, while torturing others will give me immortality.
It was the next da... |
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