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[WP] You are god, but you’re upset that no one has gotten their religion right about you. | “And let his wisdom trickle down to us – his children” the pastor called out, much to the excitement of the young, and the appreciation of the old. But for the love of me did they have the wrong impression.
I looked exasperatingly at Julius, silently hoping for some form of guidance. At last he spoke:
“I don’t know w... | I sat in a church, listening to Father Miles give his sermon, the people staring at him attentively and a bit dogmatic for my taste.
"I say to thee, take care of your neighbors! As God has commanded you to do so...." Yada. Yada. Yada. I could fall asleep from hearing his voice. Oh me!
I could see why the younger gene... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | I still can't decide if the musket is a joke, or if things are just so weird here that everything I consider odd is in fact some form of "normal."
What musket? Oh, just the musket given to me by a god, to arm me as his champion, to do combat with other champions of other gods, to win a tournament and claim my positio... | Millenia ago, when the collective imagination of humanity birthed us, we were rabble. One of us was fire, one the cold wind at night. One of us was the heavy blow of a club, one the secretive slip of a knife.
I was the laughter of the fox, the giggle of the child.
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Our children/our parents... humans, I suppose, are... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | I stared in horror at my supposed instrument of power, "A musket? A MUSKET?! Really? The weakest of them can create solar systems, and I have a frickin' musket!?"
Nobody paused and stared at me "Look, I can't give you any powers. These other gods are in charge of all sorts of things and have places that serve as t... | (Written on mobile, apologies for formatting)
I never really thought much of religion or the theology of our world. Many cultures have a strong basis on these things and thrive because of them. Some start strong and fall hard because of their foundations in religious ways. Theres also been many, many horrid things don... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | I still can't decide if the musket is a joke, or if things are just so weird here that everything I consider odd is in fact some form of "normal."
What musket? Oh, just the musket given to me by a god, to arm me as his champion, to do combat with other champions of other gods, to win a tournament and claim my positio... | (Written on mobile, apologies for formatting)
I never really thought much of religion or the theology of our world. Many cultures have a strong basis on these things and thrive because of them. Some start strong and fall hard because of their foundations in religious ways. Theres also been many, many horrid things don... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | "You will thank to me for the musket. Trust me." Said the God of Nothing, Coroledus.
"It is a fucking Musket! How can i fight all the superpowered champions with that?!" Said his champion, Michal Golly.
"Damn it Mich. Just trust me. You will win it."
As the God said that, he disappeared and Michal with his stupid mu... | (Written on mobile, apologies for formatting)
I never really thought much of religion or the theology of our world. Many cultures have a strong basis on these things and thrive because of them. Some start strong and fall hard because of their foundations in religious ways. Theres also been many, many horrid things don... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | "A musket? I mean, a chain gun I could do something with but... this old thing? What am I supposed to do with this? Smother people in rust??"
I'm panicking. Not panicking. I'm damn near hysterical. I've about 20 minutes to fight the rest of the mortals for the prize of immortality, omniscience, control of reality ... | (Written on mobile, apologies for formatting)
I never really thought much of religion or the theology of our world. Many cultures have a strong basis on these things and thrive because of them. Some start strong and fall hard because of their foundations in religious ways. Theres also been many, many horrid things don... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | "It's... a musket."
I couldn't believe what I had in my hands. Well, I couldn't believe where I was, why I was there, who I was with, and what I had in my hands but the first three were of little importance since this tournament was going to happen with me in it regardless if I thought I should participate or not. I ... | (Written on mobile, apologies for formatting)
I never really thought much of religion or the theology of our world. Many cultures have a strong basis on these things and thrive because of them. Some start strong and fall hard because of their foundations in religious ways. Theres also been many, many horrid things don... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | I blink.
What the fuck just happened?
One minute I'm laying in bed, catching up on some youtube videos - and suddenly I'm not anymore... I'm on a couch? It didn't feel like I moved, like anything happened at all, I just suddenly am here now. Everything has a weird kind of feeling to it, it's hard to describe, almo... | (Written on mobile, apologies for formatting)
I never really thought much of religion or the theology of our world. Many cultures have a strong basis on these things and thrive because of them. Some start strong and fall hard because of their foundations in religious ways. Theres also been many, many horrid things don... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | “........... A musket.” I muttered slightly annoyed
“You’ve been given a great power.” Said this odd somewhat feeble old man of a god.
He said it as if he was parting wisdom but I’m still filled with hollow hope and trembling with dread. I believed in maybe *a god* and pretended to know a few others out of respect o... | (Written on mobile, apologies for formatting)
I never really thought much of religion or the theology of our world. Many cultures have a strong basis on these things and thrive because of them. Some start strong and fall hard because of their foundations in religious ways. Theres also been many, many horrid things don... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | I stared in horror at my supposed instrument of power, "A musket? A MUSKET?! Really? The weakest of them can create solar systems, and I have a frickin' musket!?"
Nobody paused and stared at me "Look, I can't give you any powers. These other gods are in charge of all sorts of things and have places that serve as t... | A great and powerful human hero once said "I fear not the man who has practiced 10,000 **kicks** once, but I fear the man who has practiced **one kick** 10,000 **times**."
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I materialised inside the arena, at my feet lay a a simple musket. What use could this be I wondered, but not for long. Across my vis... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | I still can't decide if the musket is a joke, or if things are just so weird here that everything I consider odd is in fact some form of "normal."
What musket? Oh, just the musket given to me by a god, to arm me as his champion, to do combat with other champions of other gods, to win a tournament and claim my positio... | A great and powerful human hero once said "I fear not the man who has practiced 10,000 **kicks** once, but I fear the man who has practiced **one kick** 10,000 **times**."
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I materialised inside the arena, at my feet lay a a simple musket. What use could this be I wondered, but not for long. Across my vis... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | I stared in horror at my supposed instrument of power, "A musket? A MUSKET?! Really? The weakest of them can create solar systems, and I have a frickin' musket!?"
Nobody paused and stared at me "Look, I can't give you any powers. These other gods are in charge of all sorts of things and have places that serve as t... | I'm a bot, *bleep*, *bloop*. Someone has linked to this thread from another place on reddit:
- [/r/u_bellatrixbourbon] [\[WP\] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others ar... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | I still can't decide if the musket is a joke, or if things are just so weird here that everything I consider odd is in fact some form of "normal."
What musket? Oh, just the musket given to me by a god, to arm me as his champion, to do combat with other champions of other gods, to win a tournament and claim my positio... | I'm a bot, *bleep*, *bloop*. Someone has linked to this thread from another place on reddit:
- [/r/u_bellatrixbourbon] [\[WP\] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others ar... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | "You will thank to me for the musket. Trust me." Said the God of Nothing, Coroledus.
"It is a fucking Musket! How can i fight all the superpowered champions with that?!" Said his champion, Michal Golly.
"Damn it Mich. Just trust me. You will win it."
As the God said that, he disappeared and Michal with his stupid mu... | I'm a bot, *bleep*, *bloop*. Someone has linked to this thread from another place on reddit:
- [/r/u_bellatrixbourbon] [\[WP\] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others ar... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | "A musket? I mean, a chain gun I could do something with but... this old thing? What am I supposed to do with this? Smother people in rust??"
I'm panicking. Not panicking. I'm damn near hysterical. I've about 20 minutes to fight the rest of the mortals for the prize of immortality, omniscience, control of reality ... | I'm a bot, *bleep*, *bloop*. Someone has linked to this thread from another place on reddit:
- [/r/u_bellatrixbourbon] [\[WP\] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others ar... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | "It's... a musket."
I couldn't believe what I had in my hands. Well, I couldn't believe where I was, why I was there, who I was with, and what I had in my hands but the first three were of little importance since this tournament was going to happen with me in it regardless if I thought I should participate or not. I ... | I'm a bot, *bleep*, *bloop*. Someone has linked to this thread from another place on reddit:
- [/r/u_bellatrixbourbon] [\[WP\] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others ar... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | Cameron stared at the musket dangling on a string of gold. It was almost entirely wood, save for a few strips of shiny silver. Two cartoony, golden, almost plastic angel wings were attached near the barrel, like something from a children's toy.
She - her name, confusingly - pranced over to the gun, her hazy silhouett... | I'm a bot, *bleep*, *bloop*. Someone has linked to this thread from another place on reddit:
- [/r/u_bellatrixbourbon] [\[WP\] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others ar... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | I blink.
What the fuck just happened?
One minute I'm laying in bed, catching up on some youtube videos - and suddenly I'm not anymore... I'm on a couch? It didn't feel like I moved, like anything happened at all, I just suddenly am here now. Everything has a weird kind of feeling to it, it's hard to describe, almo... | I'm a bot, *bleep*, *bloop*. Someone has linked to this thread from another place on reddit:
- [/r/u_bellatrixbourbon] [\[WP\] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others ar... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | “........... A musket.” I muttered slightly annoyed
“You’ve been given a great power.” Said this odd somewhat feeble old man of a god.
He said it as if he was parting wisdom but I’m still filled with hollow hope and trembling with dread. I believed in maybe *a god* and pretended to know a few others out of respect o... | I'm a bot, *bleep*, *bloop*. Someone has linked to this thread from another place on reddit:
- [/r/u_bellatrixbourbon] [\[WP\] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others ar... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | "A musket? I mean, a chain gun I could do something with but... this old thing? What am I supposed to do with this? Smother people in rust??"
I'm panicking. Not panicking. I'm damn near hysterical. I've about 20 minutes to fight the rest of the mortals for the prize of immortality, omniscience, control of reality ... | "You will thank to me for the musket. Trust me." Said the God of Nothing, Coroledus.
"It is a fucking Musket! How can i fight all the superpowered champions with that?!" Said his champion, Michal Golly.
"Damn it Mich. Just trust me. You will win it."
As the God said that, he disappeared and Michal with his stupid mu... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | "It's... a musket."
I couldn't believe what I had in my hands. Well, I couldn't believe where I was, why I was there, who I was with, and what I had in my hands but the first three were of little importance since this tournament was going to happen with me in it regardless if I thought I should participate or not. I ... | "You will thank to me for the musket. Trust me." Said the God of Nothing, Coroledus.
"It is a fucking Musket! How can i fight all the superpowered champions with that?!" Said his champion, Michal Golly.
"Damn it Mich. Just trust me. You will win it."
As the God said that, he disappeared and Michal with his stupid mu... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | I blink.
What the fuck just happened?
One minute I'm laying in bed, catching up on some youtube videos - and suddenly I'm not anymore... I'm on a couch? It didn't feel like I moved, like anything happened at all, I just suddenly am here now. Everything has a weird kind of feeling to it, it's hard to describe, almo... | "You will thank to me for the musket. Trust me." Said the God of Nothing, Coroledus.
"It is a fucking Musket! How can i fight all the superpowered champions with that?!" Said his champion, Michal Golly.
"Damn it Mich. Just trust me. You will win it."
As the God said that, he disappeared and Michal with his stupid mu... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | “........... A musket.” I muttered slightly annoyed
“You’ve been given a great power.” Said this odd somewhat feeble old man of a god.
He said it as if he was parting wisdom but I’m still filled with hollow hope and trembling with dread. I believed in maybe *a god* and pretended to know a few others out of respect o... | "You will thank to me for the musket. Trust me." Said the God of Nothing, Coroledus.
"It is a fucking Musket! How can i fight all the superpowered champions with that?!" Said his champion, Michal Golly.
"Damn it Mich. Just trust me. You will win it."
As the God said that, he disappeared and Michal with his stupid mu... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | "It's... a musket."
I couldn't believe what I had in my hands. Well, I couldn't believe where I was, why I was there, who I was with, and what I had in my hands but the first three were of little importance since this tournament was going to happen with me in it regardless if I thought I should participate or not. I ... | "A musket? I mean, a chain gun I could do something with but... this old thing? What am I supposed to do with this? Smother people in rust??"
I'm panicking. Not panicking. I'm damn near hysterical. I've about 20 minutes to fight the rest of the mortals for the prize of immortality, omniscience, control of reality ... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | "It's... a musket."
I couldn't believe what I had in my hands. Well, I couldn't believe where I was, why I was there, who I was with, and what I had in my hands but the first three were of little importance since this tournament was going to happen with me in it regardless if I thought I should participate or not. I ... | The chosen candidate stared at the musket in his hands, then stared at the God sitting before him. The so called God was some schmuck in a sappy looking leather jerkin, a beaten up sword tied to his belt, and eating an drinking something from an ornate waterskin.
"Great! Chosen by the least powerful God, given a shitt... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | Cameron stared at the musket dangling on a string of gold. It was almost entirely wood, save for a few strips of shiny silver. Two cartoony, golden, almost plastic angel wings were attached near the barrel, like something from a children's toy.
She - her name, confusingly - pranced over to the gun, her hazy silhouett... | The chosen candidate stared at the musket in his hands, then stared at the God sitting before him. The so called God was some schmuck in a sappy looking leather jerkin, a beaten up sword tied to his belt, and eating an drinking something from an ornate waterskin.
"Great! Chosen by the least powerful God, given a shitt... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | I blink.
What the fuck just happened?
One minute I'm laying in bed, catching up on some youtube videos - and suddenly I'm not anymore... I'm on a couch? It didn't feel like I moved, like anything happened at all, I just suddenly am here now. Everything has a weird kind of feeling to it, it's hard to describe, almo... | The chosen candidate stared at the musket in his hands, then stared at the God sitting before him. The so called God was some schmuck in a sappy looking leather jerkin, a beaten up sword tied to his belt, and eating an drinking something from an ornate waterskin.
"Great! Chosen by the least powerful God, given a shitt... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | “........... A musket.” I muttered slightly annoyed
“You’ve been given a great power.” Said this odd somewhat feeble old man of a god.
He said it as if he was parting wisdom but I’m still filled with hollow hope and trembling with dread. I believed in maybe *a god* and pretended to know a few others out of respect o... | The chosen candidate stared at the musket in his hands, then stared at the God sitting before him. The so called God was some schmuck in a sappy looking leather jerkin, a beaten up sword tied to his belt, and eating an drinking something from an ornate waterskin.
"Great! Chosen by the least powerful God, given a shitt... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | "It's... a musket."
I couldn't believe what I had in my hands. Well, I couldn't believe where I was, why I was there, who I was with, and what I had in my hands but the first three were of little importance since this tournament was going to happen with me in it regardless if I thought I should participate or not. I ... | The god of light breezes wanted me, out of all the pantheon of gods I get picked by the only one my skinny ass could take in a fight. I have been picked to die by this snivelling little shit to sacrifice myself for his honour. Life was going good nice job, big house and the wife has a great pair of tits all of it ruin... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | ||\*\*UPDATED\*\*||
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"It takes a long time to load, Maron. It's old, older than the Twelve."
"If it's older than the Twelve, why is it a musket?"
"M-musket," the God of Ire spat. "How dare!"
"Calm, steady, Ire, calm. The boy doesn't know."
"He's not the right choice Murr, he isn't and you know it!"
"... | The god of light breezes wanted me, out of all the pantheon of gods I get picked by the only one my skinny ass could take in a fight. I have been picked to die by this snivelling little shit to sacrifice myself for his honour. Life was going good nice job, big house and the wife has a great pair of tits all of it ruin... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | Within the warm brown hand of Itri, the weapon was the most damnedest thing he saw. His patron had slipped it into his hand when it was his turned to be acknowledged at the trial of the twenty-two. Out of all the weapons Itri had seen, the fool's felt so inadequate against them. He had seen curved swords with serrated ... | The god of light breezes wanted me, out of all the pantheon of gods I get picked by the only one my skinny ass could take in a fight. I have been picked to die by this snivelling little shit to sacrifice myself for his honour. Life was going good nice job, big house and the wife has a great pair of tits all of it ruin... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | Cameron stared at the musket dangling on a string of gold. It was almost entirely wood, save for a few strips of shiny silver. Two cartoony, golden, almost plastic angel wings were attached near the barrel, like something from a children's toy.
She - her name, confusingly - pranced over to the gun, her hazy silhouett... | The god of light breezes wanted me, out of all the pantheon of gods I get picked by the only one my skinny ass could take in a fight. I have been picked to die by this snivelling little shit to sacrifice myself for his honour. Life was going good nice job, big house and the wife has a great pair of tits all of it ruin... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | I blink.
What the fuck just happened?
One minute I'm laying in bed, catching up on some youtube videos - and suddenly I'm not anymore... I'm on a couch? It didn't feel like I moved, like anything happened at all, I just suddenly am here now. Everything has a weird kind of feeling to it, it's hard to describe, almo... | The god of light breezes wanted me, out of all the pantheon of gods I get picked by the only one my skinny ass could take in a fight. I have been picked to die by this snivelling little shit to sacrifice myself for his honour. Life was going good nice job, big house and the wife has a great pair of tits all of it ruin... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | “........... A musket.” I muttered slightly annoyed
“You’ve been given a great power.” Said this odd somewhat feeble old man of a god.
He said it as if he was parting wisdom but I’m still filled with hollow hope and trembling with dread. I believed in maybe *a god* and pretended to know a few others out of respect o... | The god of light breezes wanted me, out of all the pantheon of gods I get picked by the only one my skinny ass could take in a fight. I have been picked to die by this snivelling little shit to sacrifice myself for his honour. Life was going good nice job, big house and the wife has a great pair of tits all of it ruin... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | "What the hell does this peice of crap do?"
"I don't actually know... But I summoned it with all the power I have!", beamed the rabbit sized god.
"I'm going into mortal combat against these super-people and you give this... This... Do you hate me that much?"
"Actually, I like you a lot. You're very lucky!"
I smack ... | The god of light breezes wanted me, out of all the pantheon of gods I get picked by the only one my skinny ass could take in a fight. I have been picked to die by this snivelling little shit to sacrifice myself for his honour. Life was going good nice job, big house and the wife has a great pair of tits all of it ruin... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | In my hands is a rusty musket, and surrounding me are incredible battles. Everyone’s fighting for the throne, flying around the room or slashing at each other with laser swords. Their gods gifted them incredible powers, while mine gifted me…this.
Someone runs by me, chuckling. Nobody thinks I’m a threat. When we were... | The god of light breezes wanted me, out of all the pantheon of gods I get picked by the only one my skinny ass could take in a fight. I have been picked to die by this snivelling little shit to sacrifice myself for his honour. Life was going good nice job, big house and the wife has a great pair of tits all of it ruin... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | I'm going to die. Wait no, sorry.
I'm going to die, *horribly*.
Raucous cheering filled the darkness as the wall in front of me shifted with a loud crunch. The floor beneath trembled as the gap widened, light filtering onto my feet. My heart raced. I couldn't breath. "This is not the time to have a panic attack!" I h... | The god of light breezes wanted me, out of all the pantheon of gods I get picked by the only one my skinny ass could take in a fight. I have been picked to die by this snivelling little shit to sacrifice myself for his honour. Life was going good nice job, big house and the wife has a great pair of tits all of it ruin... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | "You'll do fine," Orixia assured him.
"But all you gave me is this stupid antique!"
"That 'stupid antique,'" his sponsor retorted, "is a genuine Springfield Model 1861 rifled musket. In its time, it was prized for its range, its accuracy, and its reliability."
"Great! But all the other competitors are going to have ... | The god of light breezes wanted me, out of all the pantheon of gods I get picked by the only one my skinny ass could take in a fight. I have been picked to die by this snivelling little shit to sacrifice myself for his honour. Life was going good nice job, big house and the wife has a great pair of tits all of it ruin... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | Within the warm brown hand of Itri, the weapon was the most damnedest thing he saw. His patron had slipped it into his hand when it was his turned to be acknowledged at the trial of the twenty-two. Out of all the weapons Itri had seen, the fool's felt so inadequate against them. He had seen curved swords with serrated ... | ||\*\*UPDATED\*\*||
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"It takes a long time to load, Maron. It's old, older than the Twelve."
"If it's older than the Twelve, why is it a musket?"
"M-musket," the God of Ire spat. "How dare!"
"Calm, steady, Ire, calm. The boy doesn't know."
"He's not the right choice Murr, he isn't and you know it!"
"... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | Cameron stared at the musket dangling on a string of gold. It was almost entirely wood, save for a few strips of shiny silver. Two cartoony, golden, almost plastic angel wings were attached near the barrel, like something from a children's toy.
She - her name, confusingly - pranced over to the gun, her hazy silhouett... | ||\*\*UPDATED\*\*||
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"It takes a long time to load, Maron. It's old, older than the Twelve."
"If it's older than the Twelve, why is it a musket?"
"M-musket," the God of Ire spat. "How dare!"
"Calm, steady, Ire, calm. The boy doesn't know."
"He's not the right choice Murr, he isn't and you know it!"
"... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | I blink.
What the fuck just happened?
One minute I'm laying in bed, catching up on some youtube videos - and suddenly I'm not anymore... I'm on a couch? It didn't feel like I moved, like anything happened at all, I just suddenly am here now. Everything has a weird kind of feeling to it, it's hard to describe, almo... | ||\*\*UPDATED\*\*||
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"It takes a long time to load, Maron. It's old, older than the Twelve."
"If it's older than the Twelve, why is it a musket?"
"M-musket," the God of Ire spat. "How dare!"
"Calm, steady, Ire, calm. The boy doesn't know."
"He's not the right choice Murr, he isn't and you know it!"
"... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | “........... A musket.” I muttered slightly annoyed
“You’ve been given a great power.” Said this odd somewhat feeble old man of a god.
He said it as if he was parting wisdom but I’m still filled with hollow hope and trembling with dread. I believed in maybe *a god* and pretended to know a few others out of respect o... | ||\*\*UPDATED\*\*||
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"It takes a long time to load, Maron. It's old, older than the Twelve."
"If it's older than the Twelve, why is it a musket?"
"M-musket," the God of Ire spat. "How dare!"
"Calm, steady, Ire, calm. The boy doesn't know."
"He's not the right choice Murr, he isn't and you know it!"
"... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | "What the hell does this peice of crap do?"
"I don't actually know... But I summoned it with all the power I have!", beamed the rabbit sized god.
"I'm going into mortal combat against these super-people and you give this... This... Do you hate me that much?"
"Actually, I like you a lot. You're very lucky!"
I smack ... | ||\*\*UPDATED\*\*||
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"It takes a long time to load, Maron. It's old, older than the Twelve."
"If it's older than the Twelve, why is it a musket?"
"M-musket," the God of Ire spat. "How dare!"
"Calm, steady, Ire, calm. The boy doesn't know."
"He's not the right choice Murr, he isn't and you know it!"
"... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | I'm going to die. Wait no, sorry.
I'm going to die, *horribly*.
Raucous cheering filled the darkness as the wall in front of me shifted with a loud crunch. The floor beneath trembled as the gap widened, light filtering onto my feet. My heart raced. I couldn't breath. "This is not the time to have a panic attack!" I h... | ||\*\*UPDATED\*\*||
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"It takes a long time to load, Maron. It's old, older than the Twelve."
"If it's older than the Twelve, why is it a musket?"
"M-musket," the God of Ire spat. "How dare!"
"Calm, steady, Ire, calm. The boy doesn't know."
"He's not the right choice Murr, he isn't and you know it!"
"... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | "You'll do fine," Orixia assured him.
"But all you gave me is this stupid antique!"
"That 'stupid antique,'" his sponsor retorted, "is a genuine Springfield Model 1861 rifled musket. In its time, it was prized for its range, its accuracy, and its reliability."
"Great! But all the other competitors are going to have ... | ||\*\*UPDATED\*\*||
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"It takes a long time to load, Maron. It's old, older than the Twelve."
"If it's older than the Twelve, why is it a musket?"
"M-musket," the God of Ire spat. "How dare!"
"Calm, steady, Ire, calm. The boy doesn't know."
"He's not the right choice Murr, he isn't and you know it!"
"... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | Cameron stared at the musket dangling on a string of gold. It was almost entirely wood, save for a few strips of shiny silver. Two cartoony, golden, almost plastic angel wings were attached near the barrel, like something from a children's toy.
She - her name, confusingly - pranced over to the gun, her hazy silhouett... | Within the warm brown hand of Itri, the weapon was the most damnedest thing he saw. His patron had slipped it into his hand when it was his turned to be acknowledged at the trial of the twenty-two. Out of all the weapons Itri had seen, the fool's felt so inadequate against them. He had seen curved swords with serrated ... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | I blink.
What the fuck just happened?
One minute I'm laying in bed, catching up on some youtube videos - and suddenly I'm not anymore... I'm on a couch? It didn't feel like I moved, like anything happened at all, I just suddenly am here now. Everything has a weird kind of feeling to it, it's hard to describe, almo... | Within the warm brown hand of Itri, the weapon was the most damnedest thing he saw. His patron had slipped it into his hand when it was his turned to be acknowledged at the trial of the twenty-two. Out of all the weapons Itri had seen, the fool's felt so inadequate against them. He had seen curved swords with serrated ... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | “........... A musket.” I muttered slightly annoyed
“You’ve been given a great power.” Said this odd somewhat feeble old man of a god.
He said it as if he was parting wisdom but I’m still filled with hollow hope and trembling with dread. I believed in maybe *a god* and pretended to know a few others out of respect o... | Within the warm brown hand of Itri, the weapon was the most damnedest thing he saw. His patron had slipped it into his hand when it was his turned to be acknowledged at the trial of the twenty-two. Out of all the weapons Itri had seen, the fool's felt so inadequate against them. He had seen curved swords with serrated ... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | I blink.
What the fuck just happened?
One minute I'm laying in bed, catching up on some youtube videos - and suddenly I'm not anymore... I'm on a couch? It didn't feel like I moved, like anything happened at all, I just suddenly am here now. Everything has a weird kind of feeling to it, it's hard to describe, almo... | Cameron stared at the musket dangling on a string of gold. It was almost entirely wood, save for a few strips of shiny silver. Two cartoony, golden, almost plastic angel wings were attached near the barrel, like something from a children's toy.
She - her name, confusingly - pranced over to the gun, her hazy silhouett... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | “........... A musket.” I muttered slightly annoyed
“You’ve been given a great power.” Said this odd somewhat feeble old man of a god.
He said it as if he was parting wisdom but I’m still filled with hollow hope and trembling with dread. I believed in maybe *a god* and pretended to know a few others out of respect o... | Cameron stared at the musket dangling on a string of gold. It was almost entirely wood, save for a few strips of shiny silver. Two cartoony, golden, almost plastic angel wings were attached near the barrel, like something from a children's toy.
She - her name, confusingly - pranced over to the gun, her hazy silhouett... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | I'm going to die. Wait no, sorry.
I'm going to die, *horribly*.
Raucous cheering filled the darkness as the wall in front of me shifted with a loud crunch. The floor beneath trembled as the gap widened, light filtering onto my feet. My heart raced. I couldn't breath. "This is not the time to have a panic attack!" I h... | In my hands is a rusty musket, and surrounding me are incredible battles. Everyone’s fighting for the throne, flying around the room or slashing at each other with laser swords. Their gods gifted them incredible powers, while mine gifted me…this.
Someone runs by me, chuckling. Nobody thinks I’m a threat. When we were... | |
[WP] One of the gods of your world has abdicated, and each of the others has nominated a mortal candidate for the position. You've been sponsored by the weakest of the gods, and while the others are being granted all sorts of powers for the tournament, all you've been given is an odd looking musket. | "You'll do fine," Orixia assured him.
"But all you gave me is this stupid antique!"
"That 'stupid antique,'" his sponsor retorted, "is a genuine Springfield Model 1861 rifled musket. In its time, it was prized for its range, its accuracy, and its reliability."
"Great! But all the other competitors are going to have ... | In my hands is a rusty musket, and surrounding me are incredible battles. Everyone’s fighting for the throne, flying around the room or slashing at each other with laser swords. Their gods gifted them incredible powers, while mine gifted me…this.
Someone runs by me, chuckling. Nobody thinks I’m a threat. When we were... | |
[WP] You discover you have an odd super power: Persuasion. You can talk anyone (except yourself) into doing or believing anything. It occurs to you that you can eliminate war, bigotry, and the like, by just talking to as many people as possible. The problem is you have crippling social anxiety. | It wasn’t something that I really learned how to do. It just was. Something I started doing when I found that it worked. I could convince those around me of anything.
For years I had an imaginary friend that existed for anyone that had direct contact with me. Continuing conversations I wasn’t aware was o... | “Sorry don’t have any change” I said as I picked up my pace heading down the steps to my subway stop.
The ragged old beggar on the street corner just smiled and said “have a nice day” and focused his attention to the person behind me and asked the same question “spare me some change?” I tried to over-hear what the r... | |
[WP] You discover you have an odd super power: Persuasion. You can talk anyone (except yourself) into doing or believing anything. It occurs to you that you can eliminate war, bigotry, and the like, by just talking to as many people as possible. The problem is you have crippling social anxiety. | At first, he didn’t believe me.
Of course, anyone would’ve responded the same way. Most people are hesitant, if not openly hostile, when confronted with the supernatural. Only those few who’ve experienced it themselves and embraced it can even accept it without a sneer or dismissive grunt.
“I’m sorry, you said that y... | “Sorry don’t have any change” I said as I picked up my pace heading down the steps to my subway stop.
The ragged old beggar on the street corner just smiled and said “have a nice day” and focused his attention to the person behind me and asked the same question “spare me some change?” I tried to over-hear what the r... | |
[WP] You discover you have an odd super power: Persuasion. You can talk anyone (except yourself) into doing or believing anything. It occurs to you that you can eliminate war, bigotry, and the like, by just talking to as many people as possible. The problem is you have crippling social anxiety. | Suddenly, I felt it.The power.Inside of me.
I saw a world. A utopia, even, where the sun always shines, and humanity is united as one. I would be the cause of this world.
I must tell someone.Just one.
They laugh, they say I'm a nobody. They say I am no one special, I will never amount to anything. They say my life i... | “Sorry don’t have any change” I said as I picked up my pace heading down the steps to my subway stop.
The ragged old beggar on the street corner just smiled and said “have a nice day” and focused his attention to the person behind me and asked the same question “spare me some change?” I tried to over-hear what the r... | |
[WP] You discover you have an odd super power: Persuasion. You can talk anyone (except yourself) into doing or believing anything. It occurs to you that you can eliminate war, bigotry, and the like, by just talking to as many people as possible. The problem is you have crippling social anxiety. | That confirms it... this can't be real life.
I seriously just did it again, convinced that convenience store owner to give me ANOTHER free coffee, these lame excuses just keep getting worse. I have been trying to fail.
I don't know when this happened... I've been shut in here for so long, he's the only guy I even sp... | “Sorry don’t have any change” I said as I picked up my pace heading down the steps to my subway stop.
The ragged old beggar on the street corner just smiled and said “have a nice day” and focused his attention to the person behind me and asked the same question “spare me some change?” I tried to over-hear what the r... | |
[WP] You discover you have an odd super power: Persuasion. You can talk anyone (except yourself) into doing or believing anything. It occurs to you that you can eliminate war, bigotry, and the like, by just talking to as many people as possible. The problem is you have crippling social anxiety. | That confirms it... this can't be real life.
I seriously just did it again, convinced that convenience store owner to give me ANOTHER free coffee, these lame excuses just keep getting worse. I have been trying to fail.
I don't know when this happened... I've been shut in here for so long, he's the only guy I even sp... | A curse. That's what it was.
*You could help them all*
I clicked on another channel. The news again.
*You could make them agree*
I clicked on another channel. More news.
*Go out and talk to them*
I turned off my TV and threw my remote across the room. My eye started to twitch as I sat there on my couch, slowly c... | |
[WP] You've stolen a phone and after you've run away, you check it. It has a selfie of you as wallpaper. | One day after school, I tried my hand at pickpocketing. Just for the heck of it. I didn't want to take anything so much as prove that I could, so stole a phone from some kid like half my age so I could use the info on the lock screen to return it.
But when I turned the phone on, there was a picture of me on the locksc... | (PART 1)
OCTOBER 31, 2018, 6:00 AM
Noise pierces the air. It’s the type of noise that physically fills the air, pushing itself outwards on the walls in the room. It’s the type of noise that physiologically disturbs your nerves and threatens your core.
It’s my twin-bell alarm clock, and the hammer always strikes at 6... | |
[WP] There is only one god, that of Documentation. Approved documents run the world, and all live and die by them. You’ve just shredded your birth certificate. | I stepped over the police line and drew my badge.
"Chris, from homicide."
The duty officer glanced over and nodded. "Hail our Sire."
I dipped my chin. "Hail our Sire."
Two floors up, turn right, third unit. Number three-oh-five. Not another living soul in a block meant to house three thousand. Any illusion that thi... | “BZZZZRRRRTTTT”
“OH MY FUCKING GOD, STEVE WHAT’D YOU DO!”
“I’m done jerry, this shit’s ridiculous, I can’t with documents anymore. I had to sign and initial over 30 forms just on my way to work today, just to get here and sign more paperwork. WAKE UP JERRY! It’s an endless loop of misery and suffering, and i’m done ... | |
[WP] Each religion's version of the apocalypse, both ancient and modern, have the potential of happening. The different deities place bets on which one happens first | "How many times do I have to tell you this? Nuclear annihilation does not count as Ragnarok! By the time it gets cold everyone is already dead!" — Said Osiris.
"Well according to this article the nuclear winter is going to cause majority of deaths and..." — Began Odin.
"The world descends into chaos, and then it re-a... | "I know you think that the sun is going to swallow the earth but i asked apollo about this and he say he has it on a tight leash" zues told his mayan brothers
"If its happened 6 times, its going to happen again" they responded
"Guys, come on" Odin interjected "how cool would ragnarok be tho" | |
[WP] The intergalactic community at large, while highly intelligent, never developed any kind of philosophy or spirituality. A five minute conversation with a human on the wrong topic can send most aliens into an existential crisis so severe they go insane. They call us the whispering race. | It was mesmerizing to witness a debate between Philosophers. The Whispering Race had long ago become immune to considering the laws of universe, though exactly what it is they speak is... difficult to explain. My mentor claimed that it was explaining not the *what*, when*, and *how* but the *why*. I tried to press furt... | The human spirit is unique in the universe, a concept that belongs only to us, whom they call the *Whisperers.* We are the ones who explore the spirits of the universe, delving into the spiritual realm of alien minds.
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To put it in other words, *alien psychologist.* The catharsis for the neurosis of the ... | |
[WP] The intergalactic community at large, while highly intelligent, never developed any kind of philosophy or spirituality. A five minute conversation with a human on the wrong topic can send most aliens into an existential crisis so severe they go insane. They call us the whispering race. | “Come on, I ain’t got all day” the Golagan mugger said, while pointing his gun at me and at Ryve.
It’s been almost four years since I started hitchhiking across the galaxy. Meeting new creatures, planets, cultures... it was awesome, even though I always traveled alone.
That changed when I went to Eonus, home-world of... | Cripple 0x44212a4 knew it was over. A fourth escape plan, foiled. And now he was the one blamed. He got his chances and now was being faced with the ultimate punishment.
Nobody knew what the government did to the crupples it gave up on. They left to some city and were never heard of again. Most believed that the gover... | |
[WP] The intergalactic community at large, while highly intelligent, never developed any kind of philosophy or spirituality. A five minute conversation with a human on the wrong topic can send most aliens into an existential crisis so severe they go insane. They call us the whispering race. | “Come on, I ain’t got all day” the Golagan mugger said, while pointing his gun at me and at Ryve.
It’s been almost four years since I started hitchhiking across the galaxy. Meeting new creatures, planets, cultures... it was awesome, even though I always traveled alone.
That changed when I went to Eonus, home-world of... | Xd> shut its eyes and tried to picture its home. “I can no longer abide these creatures,” it thought to itself. It was normally considered a patient being, but facing humans had become so tiresome that Xd> felt it needed to forsake its duty and simply rest a while.
“Ex-dee-sheeww. Wake up over there. We have 14 ... | |
[WP] A vampire sneezed. I blessed him. He burst into flames. I'm now a vampire hunter. I didn't ask for this. | That was last month.
Three weeks ago, I stopped a werewolf when I dropped my lunch. Turns out grapes are bad for dogs? I guess. I'm no vet. Maybe she just choked on one.
Then there was the mummy two weeks ago. My cat attacked him, knocking him back at the same time I was stumbling into the ritual torch stand. Fire ... | I was sitting in a weathered bar. The floorboards creaked, the corners had water marks dripping down them and the tables had been scarred with knives for years. But it was home to me.
I was sitting at the bar with a pint in one hand and a garlic bread in the other. They made an amazing cheesy garlic bread. That's wh... | |
[WP] Inspired by their lack of a reflection and ability to see in the dark, you convince your vampire friend to enter a box lined with mirrors to find out what he can see. When the door closes, he begins to scream. | I threw the door open and he looked through me with a 1000-yard stare.
"What did you see, Al?" I prodded.
"I saw... *infinity.*" he whispered.
"You mean like when I look in a mirror, I see an infinite number of myself?"
He looked to me and frowned. He pulled me into the box and pointed to one of the walls.
"What d... | *AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA*
Fredric threw himself through the door to the mirror box, letting out a scream I can only describe as primal. He fell on his back and scrambled away, never taking his eyes off the door. A look of purest terror painted his pale face. His back ... | |
[WP] You are 20 and just found out you have one year left to live. Your best friend takes the next year off of from college and shares their savings to travel the world with you. Your stories become widely talked about across the globe. | I was given a choice. Either lay down and die slowly or die on my own terms. There was no real in between. I had been diagnosed with a progressive genetic disorder, the doctors thought it was a miracle I was alive until now. Still, as I read over the list of medicine I would be taking every day for the rest of my life ... | I stood at the podium. Friends, family and fans crowded the room. Several cameras pointed at me. There were TV logos on microphones in front of me.
"Twelve months ago," I stopped. I took a deep breath, swallowed and started again.
"Last Halloween my best friend Terri walked into our Dr to get the results to my cance... | |
[WP] You are 20 and just found out you have one year left to live. Your best friend takes the next year off of from college and shares their savings to travel the world with you. Your stories become widely talked about across the globe. | "Why didn't you convince me not to do this?" Tom stared at the revolver in the other man's hand. The first participant of the russian roulette pulled the trigger to a resounding Click and sighed in relief as he passed it to Tom.
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"Because you're dying in less than a year and I wasn't going to stop you fro... | I stood at the podium. Friends, family and fans crowded the room. Several cameras pointed at me. There were TV logos on microphones in front of me.
"Twelve months ago," I stopped. I took a deep breath, swallowed and started again.
"Last Halloween my best friend Terri walked into our Dr to get the results to my cance... | |
[WP] In a modern world where magic exists, you are a retail employee at a store that sells magical items. Tells us some of your customer experiences. | TL;DR: I maliciously complied with an asshat supervisor and watched a waddle of penguins terrorize customers.
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This Malicious Compliance happened a few years ago, and I’m changing the name of the store.
So this day started off like any other. I walked into Dacy’s at the local mall, ready to start my sh... | "Melody to Wands and Staves, Melody to Wands and Staves."
The voice crackled in Melody's brain, causing the hairs to stand up on the back of her neck. She shuddered involuntarily. It always felt invasive to receive an unexpected Message, but it was undeniably convenient.
"I'll be right there. I'm over in Spellbooks a... | |
[WP] In a modern world where magic exists, you are a retail employee at a store that sells magical items. Tells us some of your customer experiences. | TL;DR: I maliciously complied with an asshat supervisor and watched a waddle of penguins terrorize customers.
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This Malicious Compliance happened a few years ago, and I’m changing the name of the store.
So this day started off like any other. I walked into Dacy’s at the local mall, ready to start my sh... | Today was Black Friday; a day that caused all retail drones to collectively groan in unison for this day was even worse than the crowds that came in during Thanksgiving or Christmas. This was especially true for the employees of Theban's Occult Shoppe for not only were the entitled and rude customers on their worse beh... | |
[WP] Space explorers discover a lush jungle planet with an oxygenated atmosphere. Deep below the trees they find ancient ruins, and even further below, catacombs full of frozen corpses. In their exploration, they accidentally start the process of reviving the lost civilization known as "Humanity." | Today is the day all of our forefathers had hoped for. I just wish I wasnt so apprehensive. I mean the ship is all I've ever known. I just wish Mack and Grampa were here to see it.
Mack was the rebel. He was loud, opinionated and resentful of me being the next Captain to replace Dad. He tried to create mutiny on the ... | Humanity.
Our creators,
Our enemies,
And our prey.
They created us anthros,
they enslaved us anthros,
and they fell to us, anthros.
And now, they’re about to be revived.
“DANNY!”
“WOAH!”
I nearly fell on my face and broke my snout. I just barely managed to recover, and as I did I tripped on my long fox tail. I recov... | |
[WP] Space explorers discover a lush jungle planet with an oxygenated atmosphere. Deep below the trees they find ancient ruins, and even further below, catacombs full of frozen corpses. In their exploration, they accidentally start the process of reviving the lost civilization known as "Humanity." | The journey was always the least exciting part. That's what I always feel like. You're shut inside a small room for a week or two while you traverse the slipspace. Nothing to look at, except your own bored face in the mirror. They lowered the shutters on the observation decks while we were travelling, partially because... | Standing there in this lost ruin. Stone and ash and dirt. The ice deep below. The broken bricks of what had once been a stretching city. Fallen now into this green jungle rising up in the heat and humidity. A world devoured. The beast another world itself.
She looked down toward the tunnel where they were going dow... | |
[WP] The bad news is that the girl turned out to be part of an evil cult. The good news is that you're part of something even worse. | "Come on Lilith, hurry up!"
Angie pulled lightly on my arm as she tried to hurry down the alley, almost skipping
with excitement. We were headed to a rave she said she'd heard about from her
new friends at school.
I ignored her and stuck to my leisurely pace, craning my neck to look at the
tall walls surrounding us, ... | I’ll just get it over with right at the beginning, I’m not a good girl. I’m not your girl next door. It’s true she had every reason to stalk me, to painstakingly track me down over a period of 3 weeks. I had fucked him, her boyfriend, and I had done it so thoroughly that there was no taste in his memory for anything... | |
[WP] You, 16 years old, wake up and head downstairs for breakfast before school. You’re eating cereal when you see the Missing Kid poster on the milk carton. It’s you. Date missing: 10 years ago. | "Not this crap again," I muttered.
I finished chewing the spoonful of cereal I'd just shoved in my mouth and hopped up to grab a sharpie marker from my dad's kitchen counter. I sat back down and grabbed the milk carton. I bit the top of the marker and uncapped it. The marker made a tiny 'pop' sound. I turned the carto... | I woke up. It was sunny outside, and I got up. I was slightly tired from all the homework I did last night, but I just needed breakfast and I would be fine.
At the kitchen, my mom was wearing headphones while washing dishes. I came to the table, cereal and milk already out on the table. I took the cereal, and poured i... | |
[WP] You, 16 years old, wake up and head downstairs for breakfast before school. You’re eating cereal when you see the Missing Kid poster on the milk carton. It’s you. Date missing: 10 years ago. | “What the fuck?” I blink and read it again:
BEST BY -9 NOV 2008-
“Watch your mouth!”
“What the hell is this?” I grab the carton and shove it toward her face. The blood drains from her nose and cheeks, and her crows feet spread along with her eyelids.
“Oh god. You have to listen — we”
“What could you possibly sa... | I woke up. It was sunny outside, and I got up. I was slightly tired from all the homework I did last night, but I just needed breakfast and I would be fine.
At the kitchen, my mom was wearing headphones while washing dishes. I came to the table, cereal and milk already out on the table. I took the cereal, and poured i... | |
[WP] You, 16 years old, wake up and head downstairs for breakfast before school. You’re eating cereal when you see the Missing Kid poster on the milk carton. It’s you. Date missing: 10 years ago. | “What the fuck?” I blink and read it again:
BEST BY -9 NOV 2008-
“Watch your mouth!”
“What the hell is this?” I grab the carton and shove it toward her face. The blood drains from her nose and cheeks, and her crows feet spread along with her eyelids.
“Oh god. You have to listen — we”
“What could you possibly sa... | Item number: SCP-M11K
Object class: Keter
Containment: All companies specializing in the distribution of milk are to switch from cartons to plastic bottles for all quantities of consumer milk. Implementation has been slow, with pushback from dairy lobbies. Full implementation is expected to occur in 2025. This may no... | |
[WP] You, 16 years old, wake up and head downstairs for breakfast before school. You’re eating cereal when you see the Missing Kid poster on the milk carton. It’s you. Date missing: 10 years ago. | My alarm screamed to the high heavens, doing it’s very best. It must get a sick sense of smug satisfaction when it wakes me. I throw myself into the shower, and somewhere between the lather and rinse cycle I realize it’s Thursday. I *hate* Thursday. It’s a lot like Tuesday, in terms of schedule, but I’m more exhausted,... | Item number: SCP-M11K
Object class: Keter
Containment: All companies specializing in the distribution of milk are to switch from cartons to plastic bottles for all quantities of consumer milk. Implementation has been slow, with pushback from dairy lobbies. Full implementation is expected to occur in 2025. This may no... | |
[WP] You, 16 years old, wake up and head downstairs for breakfast before school. You’re eating cereal when you see the Missing Kid poster on the milk carton. It’s you. Date missing: 10 years ago. | “What the fuck?” I blink and read it again:
BEST BY -9 NOV 2008-
“Watch your mouth!”
“What the hell is this?” I grab the carton and shove it toward her face. The blood drains from her nose and cheeks, and her crows feet spread along with her eyelids.
“Oh god. You have to listen — we”
“What could you possibly sa... | I sit back up in the chair with my head throbbing, the loud TV in the background is NOT helping. I read the milk carton again. I couldn't believe my eyes, it's actually me. But I'm right here, and I'm not lost what is going on? Confused, I rush to google myself but I can't find anything on my name. Actually, no results... | |
[WP] You, 16 years old, wake up and head downstairs for breakfast before school. You’re eating cereal when you see the Missing Kid poster on the milk carton. It’s you. Date missing: 10 years ago. | My alarm screamed to the high heavens, doing it’s very best. It must get a sick sense of smug satisfaction when it wakes me. I throw myself into the shower, and somewhere between the lather and rinse cycle I realize it’s Thursday. I *hate* Thursday. It’s a lot like Tuesday, in terms of schedule, but I’m more exhausted,... | I sit back up in the chair with my head throbbing, the loud TV in the background is NOT helping. I read the milk carton again. I couldn't believe my eyes, it's actually me. But I'm right here, and I'm not lost what is going on? Confused, I rush to google myself but I can't find anything on my name. Actually, no results... | |
[WP] You, 16 years old, wake up and head downstairs for breakfast before school. You’re eating cereal when you see the Missing Kid poster on the milk carton. It’s you. Date missing: 10 years ago. | I stared at the carton, the unabashed smile mocking my shock. I glanced up to the refrigerator to see the same exact photo with me smiling my big smile at age six. Only difference I could discern was the huge **MISSING** stamp at the bottom of the carton's image.
My face grew hot as I gazed up at my father seated acro... | I sit back up in the chair with my head throbbing, the loud TV in the background is NOT helping. I read the milk carton again. I couldn't believe my eyes, it's actually me. But I'm right here, and I'm not lost what is going on? Confused, I rush to google myself but I can't find anything on my name. Actually, no results... | |
[WP] Humans finally realised that aliens have been conversing using different wavelengths of the electromagnetic spectrum, and that using the microwave for past century has sent disturbing signals to the aliens. | „And you are 100% sure?“
„Yes of course I am Malingo. The messages seem to be encrypted but our team of professionals deciphered them and it looks like they are sending Coordinates on where to find a habitable planet.“
„is it their planet? In which solar system are they located?„
„They are way too far from ... | humanity got a grind reminder of the universe cold and unfeeling nature,as god like beings decended from the sky.Almost as if the bells of hell opened,a frequency so unimaginable,it was something a completely insane and mad person could discribe as there nigthmares.Two beings,like wise of lovecraftian horror,with tenta... | |
[WP] Write about an ordinary week, except that the imagery hints at something catastrophic to happen soon. | There is never enough time in the day. Leaves fall, the wind whistles, and there’s is an expanding silence between the breeze.
People commute today like they did yesterday. The trains work and arrive on time, and the busses follow their allotted trips as planned. The commuters, surrounded by noise, fail to notice... | I take a walk through the forest. The reds, yellows, and oranges makes it look like a postcard. I would have been fine with this if it was October, not June. I walk crunching the leaves underneath me. I enjoy my evening walks, they make me feel more connected with the world. I start walking home watching my breath curl... | |
[WP] Your girlfriend has invited you to her family's annual reunion as an opportunity to meet them. According to the official invitation, it's being held on the weekend at a resort called Mt. Olympus. You can't wait to finally speak with her parents; Zeus and Hera. You've heard so much about them! | He whistled in awe as the massive complex came fully in view. "And you said this weekend wasn't going to be any fun, I can think of at least five things we could do right now that would qualify as fun,"
"And yet I can think of tenfold more that would be the opposite," She muttered as she pushed past him,
"Oh come on ... | Elena was my first European girlfriend. I don't say just to brag, or imply she had great legs (she did) but to point out that she was from a country of which I knew very little, other than it took up space somewhere west of Russia and east of Germany. It happened that a ways into our relationship there was talk of mar... | |
[WP] Write a short story of several paragraphs, which you can read in any order, but the order in which you read the paragraphs changes the nuance/meaning of the story | The night was silent, yet I was unable to tell why. Not a cricket, not a broken twig, not a breath of wind. There wasn't anything that was wrong, but there wasn't anything that was right either. Perhaps that's the reason I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard her giggling.
\--------------------------------------... | My mission is clear, and yet, my thoughts are clouded. I made a mistake. I hate making mistakes. Not because they set me back, but because they remind me of the punishments. Years and years of punishment. A flashing pain in my gut forces me to focus again. I steel my mind for the next encounter.
No more mistakes.
Th... | |
[WP] Write a short story of several paragraphs, which you can read in any order, but the order in which you read the paragraphs changes the nuance/meaning of the story | Now I feel something... something exciting.
It feels amazing, but only for a short while. Until I do it again.
I wonder how that is to be ? All I did was take a life, for a life.
I killed a man, never my fault. He tried to frame me with the things he's done, it is done.
His lifeless body lied on the ground, never ... | My mission is clear, and yet, my thoughts are clouded. I made a mistake. I hate making mistakes. Not because they set me back, but because they remind me of the punishments. Years and years of punishment. A flashing pain in my gut forces me to focus again. I steel my mind for the next encounter.
No more mistakes.
Th... | |
[WP] Write a short story of several paragraphs, which you can read in any order, but the order in which you read the paragraphs changes the nuance/meaning of the story | Now I feel something... something exciting.
It feels amazing, but only for a short while. Until I do it again.
I wonder how that is to be ? All I did was take a life, for a life.
I killed a man, never my fault. He tried to frame me with the things he's done, it is done.
His lifeless body lied on the ground, never ... | I find myself wondering what time it is, briefly thinking about if I have time to sleep right now, or if I am supposed to be up and doing stuff. There was always more to do, my tasks are never finished, and I feel exhausted for a moment, just thinking about how many things I need to do. I enjoy every moment of my busy ... | |
[WP] Write a short story of several paragraphs, which you can read in any order, but the order in which you read the paragraphs changes the nuance/meaning of the story | Now I feel something... something exciting.
It feels amazing, but only for a short while. Until I do it again.
I wonder how that is to be ? All I did was take a life, for a life.
I killed a man, never my fault. He tried to frame me with the things he's done, it is done.
His lifeless body lied on the ground, never ... | Artemis looked down on the body of his dead lover with disbelief. *How did it get this far?* He cradled her in his arms, sobbing. *What had he done?* This was all his fault; He couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t change his nature, but for her to react as she did? For her to claim innocence, as if she was the only victi... | |
[WP] Write a short story of several paragraphs, which you can read in any order, but the order in which you read the paragraphs changes the nuance/meaning of the story | Now I feel something... something exciting.
It feels amazing, but only for a short while. Until I do it again.
I wonder how that is to be ? All I did was take a life, for a life.
I killed a man, never my fault. He tried to frame me with the things he's done, it is done.
His lifeless body lied on the ground, never ... | (it's only two paragraphs but I thought it would be cool if I did a thing where it's polar opposites)
I'll always love her. There's not a moment I would spend away from her. There's not a thing about her that I would change. From the bottom of her toes to the tip of her head she is perfect for me. When we first start... | |
[WP] You were forced to swap bodies with the biggest nerd in school who knowingly did it. Instead of demanding your body back, you decide to teach the nerd some self worth by becoming the most popular person in school in the nerd's body | This wasn't my house. It wasn't my bedroom. And it definitely wasn't my body. I had panicked at first. I was sure I had been drugged, kidnapped, or something. Anything. It wasn't until I got a good look in the mirror that I knew. Somehow, I was in that freak's body.
Her name, now my name, was Lacey McHale, head freak ... | "This, isn't going to plan."
It felt odd, writing in someone else's diary, but for as long as people call me Nigel I planned on writing in Nigel's diary.
The first four months were great. I made friends, and remade others. My grades are higher than they've even been, despite it all being my usual quality of work (can... | |
[WP] You were forced to swap bodies with the biggest nerd in school who knowingly did it. Instead of demanding your body back, you decide to teach the nerd some self worth by becoming the most popular person in school in the nerd's body | "This is the stupidest thing I've ever heard of," I said to Bobby flat out.
"It works, Lisa! I know it works!"
"Are you going to demonstrate it?" I asked, mainly just teasing.
"Help me take it to school for the science fair and I'll show you!" he replied proudly.
I agreed. Turned out Justin, the football team... | "This, isn't going to plan."
It felt odd, writing in someone else's diary, but for as long as people call me Nigel I planned on writing in Nigel's diary.
The first four months were great. I made friends, and remade others. My grades are higher than they've even been, despite it all being my usual quality of work (can... | |
[WP] One person can draw anything they can imagine, and it'll become reality. The other can draw something that already exists and then erase it, and it will no longer exist in real life. One is a villain and the other is a hero. | I stood across the table from the most insidious person I have ever met
"So what are you going to do?" he smirked
He erased something again, that I'm sure of, he has a lot of pride and wouldn't come here just to mess with me
he showed me two drawings
The first of a normal Horse with a singular horn on it
The other... | You love your job!
It isn’t even a job! It’s just your life!
You can do anything!
If you want a chocolate river, you’ll make a chocolate river!
If you want a Cotten candy lion, you’ll get a Cotten candy lion!
Some people don’t like your drawings, but what do they know? They’ve probably just been spending too much ... | |
[WP] You've never been much into religon. A new friend you've recently met relentlessly tries to get you into it. To humor them, you agree to join in a prayer. As you start, a voice responds back. | In retrospect, I interpreted this prompt rather loosely.
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It was a frosty morning in October and I sat sprawled out on the couch, a furry blanket over my legs and my laptop over that. My college lecture played in one half of the screen while I browsed facebook in the other. My coff... | *Oh, shut up, shut up, shut up....*
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"C'mon man, there's not a downside or anything. I know you don't believe in spirits and gods and etc. but, like I said before, no downside!" Geophree kept badgering m- what? Oh, his name? Yeah, Geophree is his name. I was confused at first too, but, um... I don't know.... | |
[WP] A little girl grows up thinking all doors are automatic, but it’s just a really polite ghost haunting her. At age 16, she discovers the ghost’s existence. | *Thud*.
Jessica’s phone clattered to the ground. She stood rubbing her forehead, staring in front of her; at the door which, to her consternation, remained closed. Retrieving her phone and taking a step backwards, she tried again.
*Thud*.
She blinked, confused.
‘This doesn’t usually happen,’ she thought, ‘must be b... | Alice walked through the front door, opening before her, as always. Before the door closes she hears a voice. “m’lady” the voice says. “Huh?” She says, confused, “who said that?” A floating fedora (slightly tilted to one side) comes through the door. Alice screams, at the floating thing on the doorway. A voice coming o... | |
[WP] A little girl grows up thinking all doors are automatic, but it’s just a really polite ghost haunting her. At age 16, she discovers the ghost’s existence. | Becky stood on her porch, wondering what had gone wrong with the front door. It remained shut no matter how close she drew near. Becky was close enough to the door to smell the chipped paint, the old wood underneath, even the familiar smell of her home beyond the door. Yet still it remained closed.
As long as she cou... | Alice walked through the front door, opening before her, as always. Before the door closes she hears a voice. “m’lady” the voice says. “Huh?” She says, confused, “who said that?” A floating fedora (slightly tilted to one side) comes through the door. Alice screams, at the floating thing on the doorway. A voice coming o... | |
[WP] A little girl grows up thinking all doors are automatic, but it’s just a really polite ghost haunting her. At age 16, she discovers the ghost’s existence. | The door creaked open.
She didn't look at it as she slipped through, didn't give it a second thought. Why bother? It wasn't anything new.
Her classmates all whispered behind her back, calling her gullible. Stupid. But every time they did, she only insisted all the harder.
She wasn't crazy. She *wasn't*. She wa... | Alice walked through the front door, opening before her, as always. Before the door closes she hears a voice. “m’lady” the voice says. “Huh?” She says, confused, “who said that?” A floating fedora (slightly tilted to one side) comes through the door. Alice screams, at the floating thing on the doorway. A voice coming o... | |
[WP] "The ritual was a success, but in the process all the cultists died. After thousands of years, I still have no idea why they made me immortal." | "Hey, Kat, tell me your story again."
Kat rolled her eyes. She used to love the attention, but it grew old four hundred years ago.
"Charles, I don't know what more there is to tell you. I was born on the streets of Egypt to a pure white cat. I began to hunt rodents around the palace, and when people began to die fro... | You’ve watched society grow, and looked on with excitement as humans – you’ve stopped thinking of yourself as one of them – began to research their past. They’ll search for old cultures, old societies and religions, and they just might find what you’re looking for. Of course, it might have been too long. The odds of fi... | |
[WP] Scientists invent a material that is completely impervious to physical damage. It is so cheap that the average consumer can afford a full suit made from it. War breaks out and after a week of fighting the first person has yet to be harmed. The UN convenes a meeting to figure out what to do next | Herculeum proved to be a particular dilemma for the world. On one hand, it was cheap, light-weight, and somehow completely impervious to physical damage. Naturally, it was applied to warfare almost immediately. The good news was nuclear weapons haven't been detonated yet, we aren't complete idiots, I suppose, but conve... | When the first nukes went off, it was a little bit anti-climactic. Like, don’t get me wrong, the city was just gone. But as the city collapsed, everyone just kinda bounced around in their S.U.I.T. I was in the office at the time, and the building was annihilated our from under us. Amidst the conflagration, our governme... | |
[WP] all of a sudden teens from all over the world become their OC with all of their abilities, equipment, and appearances, but most importantly their tragic backstories as well | The sudden feeling of every nerve in my body crying out in pain woke me up from my sleep. I noted that the teacher had stopped talking.
Slowly and painfully I raised my hand, "y-yo, teach, I'm in a load of pain right now," my voice was muffled by the desk.
The teacher made nought a sound.
I slowly lifted my head (th... | At first, everyone was laughing at each other. Of course everyone thought everyone else looked stupid. A few kids had rainbow skin, wings, or just plain being a different species.
Some kids looked normal, but of course everyone was far from normal now.
I stared at my hands. They looked normal as far as I was concern... | |
[WP] Fed up with the so many people not taking their warnings seriously, scientists all over the world decide to take matters into their own hands and become super villains in order to fix the world, whether people like it or not. | I've grown very cold recently. My entire life has no meaning if I don't do this. And with all the new technology out there, and.... with what I've discovered, it would be pretty simple to actually be a super villain... But morality stops me. I'm a scientist not a monster.
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But.. wouldn't I be the monster ... | It was like a fortress floating towards the center of the megacity known as New Corpus Christi, a cloud obscuring the bottom part of it. It was like an ancient, floating castle made of modern metal. A tall tower stood in the center. Just above it, dark clouds were forming, creeping out from the center like oil on water... | |
[WP] Fed up with the so many people not taking their warnings seriously, scientists all over the world decide to take matters into their own hands and become super villains in order to fix the world, whether people like it or not. | OOC: I'm late to the party and as such nobody is going to read this but it's a fun one so I'm going to write anyway, upvotes be damned.
"At 10am today, the Evil Supervillainess, 'Mistress Organic' dumped tonnes of graphite to the White House and Senate bathrooms via underground microbores. Thick layers of black dust n... | "professor you can't, this is madness!"
"Madness? Madness Vanessa? I'll tell you what is madness. For the last 60 years our world has fallen apart while in lock step the hoard follow fools. But no more, no more Vanessa."
"Professor adamovich please."
"I am no longer professor adamovich, I am pestilence, the horsema... | |
[WP] Fed up with the so many people not taking their warnings seriously, scientists all over the world decide to take matters into their own hands and become super villains in order to fix the world, whether people like it or not. | OOC: I'm late to the party and as such nobody is going to read this but it's a fun one so I'm going to write anyway, upvotes be damned.
"At 10am today, the Evil Supervillainess, 'Mistress Organic' dumped tonnes of graphite to the White House and Senate bathrooms via underground microbores. Thick layers of black dust n... | It started as a joke from Jim the undergrad during lab meeting. Then, one of the post-docs joked about it with another post-doc from the neuro lab next door. Then, the grad students of the neuro lab brought it up with the all the other grad students in the department at a seminar, and suddenly Dr. Mob found himself bei... |
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