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[WP] You are an con man who tricked an entire nation into thinking you are a god and worshipping you. Everything was going well until you actually became a god. Every other god has a word for you | General Weathers, High Chairmen of Supreme Enlightenment to the fabulous nation of Hidan, was watching his own funeral. As strange as whatever clouded world surrounded him, not to mention the surprise of the afterlife at all, he had to admit his followers did a pretty fair job. There were only six elephants in the para... | "Ah, so you wish to become a God young..."
"Gilagamesh."
"Gilgamesh. Then you shall be. And you shall face every trial laid before you. Men slay wolves and lions. You shall face much, much more than that. But the people have believed in you, and so they have granted you much power through that belief, and you will need... | |
[WP] "I don't know, I think my superpower is a bit lame," said Awe, "All I can do is touch people to give them an existential crisis and force them to consider their actions against a backdrop of the grandeur of the whole universe..." | I mean, it was great when I was in high school. Bullies never got past the first punch before they'd go almost catatonic. No one ever messed with me twice. But you learn quickly that you can never really take your gloves off. Imagine explaining in an interview why you can't shake your interviewers hand? I'm still ... | [Poem]
“You are a god to men,
With your laser eyes and fancy cape.
But is that not a burden? Don’t you wish you could escape?
How many sons of Krypton could do just the same,
If they had been touched by the earth-sun’s yellow flame?
All that makes you special, all that makes you great,
Is your home’s destr... | |
[WP] "I don't know, I think my superpower is a bit lame," said Awe, "All I can do is touch people to give them an existential crisis and force them to consider their actions against a backdrop of the grandeur of the whole universe..." | The giant war machine slumped, creaking and screeching as the life seemed sucked from it. The short stubby legs, three stories tall, held too many tons and meters of gears, hydraulics, wires, and sheets of metal assembled into a walking tank, suspended with no immediate threat of crushing anyone below. It didn't stop p... | [Poem]
“You are a god to men,
With your laser eyes and fancy cape.
But is that not a burden? Don’t you wish you could escape?
How many sons of Krypton could do just the same,
If they had been touched by the earth-sun’s yellow flame?
All that makes you special, all that makes you great,
Is your home’s destr... | |
[WP] "I don't know, I think my superpower is a bit lame," said Awe, "All I can do is touch people to give them an existential crisis and force them to consider their actions against a backdrop of the grandeur of the whole universe..." | # Bargain Bin Superheroes
(Part 4: A Child Named Awe v.s. Federal Law No. 8 of 2023)
(Note: Bargain Bin Superheroes is episodic; each part is self-contained. This story can be enjoyed without reading the previous sections.)
**The thing I hated the most about superpowers was what it did to children.** Or... no, that ... | Awe had always found himself in awe of the other heroes. His cheek pressed against the glass of the Heroes association, watching the battles as they breezed past his cubicle, a spectacle of flashing lights and power. After the villain had escaped or been caught, he would return to his desk, a sigh of discontentment esc... | |
[WP] "I don't know, I think my superpower is a bit lame," said Awe, "All I can do is touch people to give them an existential crisis and force them to consider their actions against a backdrop of the grandeur of the whole universe..." | “My boss told me you’re a superhero,” Clara said, guiding Awe through silver corridors, past curious little faces pressed against glass windows.
“Sort of.”
Clara stopped and stared at Awe: a man in his mid-thirties who looked more likely to tell a dad joke than save a life. Slight belly, bit of a hunch, dark brown ey... | Awe had always found himself in awe of the other heroes. His cheek pressed against the glass of the Heroes association, watching the battles as they breezed past his cubicle, a spectacle of flashing lights and power. After the villain had escaped or been caught, he would return to his desk, a sigh of discontentment esc... | |
[WP] "I don't know, I think my superpower is a bit lame," said Awe, "All I can do is touch people to give them an existential crisis and force them to consider their actions against a backdrop of the grandeur of the whole universe..." | “My boss told me you’re a superhero,” Clara said, guiding Awe through silver corridors, past curious little faces pressed against glass windows.
“Sort of.”
Clara stopped and stared at Awe: a man in his mid-thirties who looked more likely to tell a dad joke than save a life. Slight belly, bit of a hunch, dark brown ey... | The Smallest Superpower
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"So, I'm told you're having some issues coping with your assignments?"
Wood paneling. Of all the options to make the counseling room on a space station comforting, they chose wood paneling.
"I don't know, Doc. It just seems like, why me? Why should I bother when there are so... | |
[WP] Being a dark knight in service to the kingdom has it's perks. You get to hangout with your childhood friend the princess as her bodyguard. On the other hand, you have already lost count on how many adventurers have mistaken you for kidnapping her when escorting her outside of the kingdom. | "Touch that sword again and I might be forced to literally disarm you." Isaac Quist stated seriously, pointing his blade at the man in front of him.
The hostile man was not alone, or at least he hadn't been just some few minutes ago. His colleagues were on the ground, writhing in pain after a short skirmish with the ... | "For fuck's sake, Alherax, you cannot keep eating them!"
I didn't even glance up, too busy licking the blood from my claws. We'd already had this conversation once this week.
She paced back and forth while I continued to ignore her agitation. "How many times do we have to go through this? People talk!"
I huffed, la... | |
[WP] Five years ago you answered an ad from a small robotics company looking for an ideal body model for a new domestic servant android. Today they are the biggest company on the planet, you now live in a world where everyone thinks you are just another customized unit of their top selling product. | "Hey buddy, hold onto this for me." A particularly fat gentleman said, shoving an armful of heavy damp clothing into my arms before storming off to the back end of the laundromat.
I proceeded to set the clothes down on a nearby bench that the man failed to notice and stepped away, but not before pouring what was left ... | “Since then I’d grown my beard and my hair. Anything to distinguish myself from those androids….” I stared across the table, they clearly weren’t convinced with my reply. The interrogating officer looked unblinkingly back.
“So” came her reply “why did you cut it all off again?”
“Well, I…, To…” responding with the tru... | |
[WP] Five years ago you answered an ad from a small robotics company looking for an ideal body model for a new domestic servant android. Today they are the biggest company on the planet, you now live in a world where everyone thinks you are just another customized unit of their top selling product. | "I am sorry, iMan, but we're gonna have to talk to your owner. As you well know, I can't let you buy alcohol without an adult present. Otherwise, it would just be way too easy for minors to score alcohol these days."
"I'm telling you, man, this is a real ID. My name is Robert Mandeus. I'm an actual person, for fuck's ... | “Please, Lora, don’t get on that ship. I know I’ve made a mess of things. I know I talk too loudly when I’m drunk, I know I promised to make it to your dog’s ballet recital but never did, I know I always act like I hate your friends because I actually do but I know they’re your friends and I can work with that. I know... | |
[WP] Five years ago you answered an ad from a small robotics company looking for an ideal body model for a new domestic servant android. Today they are the biggest company on the planet, you now live in a world where everyone thinks you are just another customized unit of their top selling product. | The ancient railway tracks are two spines running beneath the fallen snow, miniature mountain ranges extending into the grey horizon. The androids never stray far from the rail tracks, from this compass-arrow pointing back to their old lives, to everything they know and knew.
Slowly, I follow the tracks. Snow falls ru... | “Please, Lora, don’t get on that ship. I know I’ve made a mess of things. I know I talk too loudly when I’m drunk, I know I promised to make it to your dog’s ballet recital but never did, I know I always act like I hate your friends because I actually do but I know they’re your friends and I can work with that. I know... | |
[WP] Five years ago you answered an ad from a small robotics company looking for an ideal body model for a new domestic servant android. Today they are the biggest company on the planet, you now live in a world where everyone thinks you are just another customized unit of their top selling product. | "Hey buddy, hold onto this for me." A particularly fat gentleman said, shoving an armful of heavy damp clothing into my arms before storming off to the back end of the laundromat.
I proceeded to set the clothes down on a nearby bench that the man failed to notice and stepped away, but not before pouring what was left ... | “Please, Lora, don’t get on that ship. I know I’ve made a mess of things. I know I talk too loudly when I’m drunk, I know I promised to make it to your dog’s ballet recital but never did, I know I always act like I hate your friends because I actually do but I know they’re your friends and I can work with that. I know... | |
[WP] Five years ago you answered an ad from a small robotics company looking for an ideal body model for a new domestic servant android. Today they are the biggest company on the planet, you now live in a world where everyone thinks you are just another customized unit of their top selling product. | "Stand up, Benny bot," the man said to James, rubbing his gut uncomfortably on his shoulder.
James ignored him, trying to read his phone screen without getting nauseous from the bus's daily vertical exploration of every pothole between his apartment and Big Red Media.
"Ma'am, can you have your Benny bot stand, please... | “Please, Lora, don’t get on that ship. I know I’ve made a mess of things. I know I talk too loudly when I’m drunk, I know I promised to make it to your dog’s ballet recital but never did, I know I always act like I hate your friends because I actually do but I know they’re your friends and I can work with that. I know... | |
[WP] Five years ago you answered an ad from a small robotics company looking for an ideal body model for a new domestic servant android. Today they are the biggest company on the planet, you now live in a world where everyone thinks you are just another customized unit of their top selling product. | The ancient railway tracks are two spines running beneath the fallen snow, miniature mountain ranges extending into the grey horizon. The androids never stray far from the rail tracks, from this compass-arrow pointing back to their old lives, to everything they know and knew.
Slowly, I follow the tracks. Snow falls ru... | "I am sorry, iMan, but we're gonna have to talk to your owner. As you well know, I can't let you buy alcohol without an adult present. Otherwise, it would just be way too easy for minors to score alcohol these days."
"I'm telling you, man, this is a real ID. My name is Robert Mandeus. I'm an actual person, for fuck's ... | |
[WP] Five years ago you answered an ad from a small robotics company looking for an ideal body model for a new domestic servant android. Today they are the biggest company on the planet, you now live in a world where everyone thinks you are just another customized unit of their top selling product. | "Hey buddy, hold onto this for me." A particularly fat gentleman said, shoving an armful of heavy damp clothing into my arms before storming off to the back end of the laundromat.
I proceeded to set the clothes down on a nearby bench that the man failed to notice and stepped away, but not before pouring what was left ... | "I am sorry, iMan, but we're gonna have to talk to your owner. As you well know, I can't let you buy alcohol without an adult present. Otherwise, it would just be way too easy for minors to score alcohol these days."
"I'm telling you, man, this is a real ID. My name is Robert Mandeus. I'm an actual person, for fuck's ... | |
[WP] Five years ago you answered an ad from a small robotics company looking for an ideal body model for a new domestic servant android. Today they are the biggest company on the planet, you now live in a world where everyone thinks you are just another customized unit of their top selling product. | "Stand up, Benny bot," the man said to James, rubbing his gut uncomfortably on his shoulder.
James ignored him, trying to read his phone screen without getting nauseous from the bus's daily vertical exploration of every pothole between his apartment and Big Red Media.
"Ma'am, can you have your Benny bot stand, please... | "I am sorry, iMan, but we're gonna have to talk to your owner. As you well know, I can't let you buy alcohol without an adult present. Otherwise, it would just be way too easy for minors to score alcohol these days."
"I'm telling you, man, this is a real ID. My name is Robert Mandeus. I'm an actual person, for fuck's ... | |
[WP] Five years ago you answered an ad from a small robotics company looking for an ideal body model for a new domestic servant android. Today they are the biggest company on the planet, you now live in a world where everyone thinks you are just another customized unit of their top selling product. | "Hey buddy, hold onto this for me." A particularly fat gentleman said, shoving an armful of heavy damp clothing into my arms before storming off to the back end of the laundromat.
I proceeded to set the clothes down on a nearby bench that the man failed to notice and stepped away, but not before pouring what was left ... | The ancient railway tracks are two spines running beneath the fallen snow, miniature mountain ranges extending into the grey horizon. The androids never stray far from the rail tracks, from this compass-arrow pointing back to their old lives, to everything they know and knew.
Slowly, I follow the tracks. Snow falls ru... | |
[WP] You and the rest of your superhero friends are incognito at a wedding. Whilst posing for photos, a supervillain attacks! Before you and your friends react, the photographer rips off his clothes to reveal that they too are a superhero, and announces that this will be their debut fight. | \[Unflinching Stone\]
"Congratulations, Greg," Gale Stone approached the [wedding planner](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/m4xa2d/wp_youre_the_new_superhero_in_town_but_now_your/) with two glasses of champagne. She offered him one, then began sipping her own. "Cadence is absolutely thrilled with how... | I sat there watching, but something felt was off, you could clearly see the figure was casting not one but two shadows. As I watched the photographer land a punch I blinked. then, when my eyes opened the wedding still continued, we were now about a minute before the fight, I couldn't understand, had it just been a drea... | |
[WP] You and the rest of your superhero friends are incognito at a wedding. Whilst posing for photos, a supervillain attacks! Before you and your friends react, the photographer rips off his clothes to reveal that they too are a superhero, and announces that this will be their debut fight. | Arlo wrapped his arms around Juniper and me as we smiled for the camera.
"Get ready," he whispered.
Over the years I had grown to trust Arlo's warnings. His ability to sense what would happen ten seconds into the future came in handy in nearly every fight, and gave us a huge upper hand in most situations. He was our ... | I sat there watching, but something felt was off, you could clearly see the figure was casting not one but two shadows. As I watched the photographer land a punch I blinked. then, when my eyes opened the wedding still continued, we were now about a minute before the fight, I couldn't understand, had it just been a drea... | |
[WP] You and the rest of your superhero friends are incognito at a wedding. Whilst posing for photos, a supervillain attacks! Before you and your friends react, the photographer rips off his clothes to reveal that they too are a superhero, and announces that this will be their debut fight. | Arlo wrapped his arms around Juniper and me as we smiled for the camera.
"Get ready," he whispered.
Over the years I had grown to trust Arlo's warnings. His ability to sense what would happen ten seconds into the future came in handy in nearly every fight, and gave us a huge upper hand in most situations. He was our ... | \[poem\]
Today was the day that bright colours became white and night,
No masks or fake identities our faces were finally in the light,
It was a break from the supernatural chases and fights,
A once in a blue moon event after we reached such heights,
Night Might and Spark Fly strode down the aisle,
Today they we... | |
[WP] How do you say blessings on a dying star? What funeral rites are performed for long-dead civilizations? How do you mourn a culture so old even their gods are dead? | “Another one!” Clarkie says.
I ruffle his hair and wipe a smudge of banana yogurt from his cheek with a napkin. Clarkie likes physics, but he *loves* yogurt.
“Alright, buddy,” I say, pulling out the sensor. “Show me which one.”
He squints up at the night sky, then points. I lift the sensor in the same direction and ... | # Bargain Bin Superheroes
(Arc 2, Interlude 1: Mare)
(Note: Bargain Bin Superheroes is episodic; each part is self-contained. This story can be enjoyed without reading the previous sections.)
**Mare had seen death one million, six hundred and fifty three thousand, nine hundred and twenty times.** Twenty-one thousand... | |
[WP] How do you say blessings on a dying star? What funeral rites are performed for long-dead civilizations? How do you mourn a culture so old even their gods are dead? | "This is the EFS Dali, sending out a distress call. Our ship's engine ate itself. We were sent ballistic into the ruins of Talo site alpha. In accordance with the Talo treaty, we have made no attempt to salvage or explore the ruins. We only wish for transport from this system. Please respond, our rations are low."
"Th... | # Bargain Bin Superheroes
(Arc 2, Interlude 1: Mare)
(Note: Bargain Bin Superheroes is episodic; each part is self-contained. This story can be enjoyed without reading the previous sections.)
**Mare had seen death one million, six hundred and fifty three thousand, nine hundred and twenty times.** Twenty-one thousand... | |
[WP] Modern progress has left old superstitions and myth behind, dismissing them as mere hearsay. With the decline in belief and ritual to keep us safe, Old, Dark Things have begun to proliferate again. | Friends and family always teased me for being superstitious.
No hats on the bed, no open umbrellas in the house, salt tossed over the shoulder when spilled, the horseshoe with the opening up, leaving out milk and bread for the little ones. Salt along the windowsill, brick dust along the floor under the door. And on a... | It liked the shadows. They were safe.
Even this, the one night a year when it could probably show its true face without all the attendant screaming and panic, it was hard to break habits of self-preservation.
It liked this night for another reason too. There was an abundance of young, clean prey about. The last half-... | |
[WP]You summon a demon in order to complete a ritual in exchange you offered all your remaining lifespan. "17 billion years...I'm can't handle that amount" it answered with a mix of shock and horror. | “But..., but sir i can’t make a deal with you. I’m not allowed, you know the the the rules.”
It is definitely a rare scene to see fear in the eyes of a crossroads demon. They are the one of the most cunning and dangerous kinds of demons in the whole nine hells. He is known as Barth, a promising new demon that spawned... | Backstory: I’m 17 years old, I come from a family of witches, my grandmother asked me to perform a ritual that would help me grow in power, but I, a skeptical girl, didn’t think this was real. Until I heard a demonic voice respond back, that I have a 17 billion year lifespan.
Now:
The candles in the room go out.
I q... | |
[WP]You summon a demon in order to complete a ritual in exchange you offered all your remaining lifespan. "17 billion years...I'm can't handle that amount" it answered with a mix of shock and horror. | “...I’m sorry what?” You had no idea how to respond to that answer.
“Did...did you not know?”
“Well of course I knew obviously I wasn’t in shock just now. YEAH OF COURSE I DIDNT KNOW!”
“Well jeez sorry for spoiling it for ya.” The Desmond huffs crossing his arms. You sigh “you know what? Just take what you can. I r... | Backstory: I’m 17 years old, I come from a family of witches, my grandmother asked me to perform a ritual that would help me grow in power, but I, a skeptical girl, didn’t think this was real. Until I heard a demonic voice respond back, that I have a 17 billion year lifespan.
Now:
The candles in the room go out.
I q... | |
[WP]You summon a demon in order to complete a ritual in exchange you offered all your remaining lifespan. "17 billion years...I'm can't handle that amount" it answered with a mix of shock and horror. | After completing the gruesome ritual for which I just sacrificed half a liter of my own blood, waiting in the dark at an abandoned crossroad, sitting cross legged at the curb, I made a silent prayer to a God I had never even believed in that a demon shows up to offer me a deal instead of some human who'd get me arreste... | Backstory: I’m 17 years old, I come from a family of witches, my grandmother asked me to perform a ritual that would help me grow in power, but I, a skeptical girl, didn’t think this was real. Until I heard a demonic voice respond back, that I have a 17 billion year lifespan.
Now:
The candles in the room go out.
I q... | |
[WP]You summon a demon in order to complete a ritual in exchange you offered all your remaining lifespan. "17 billion years...I'm can't handle that amount" it answered with a mix of shock and horror. | The room was dim. A cold breeze ran through the room and i shuddered a little. Truth be told i didn’t believe a lick of this demon summoning nonsense but my temporary employer did pay a hefty sum to do it. I waved a little towards the one-sided glass signaling i was moving onto the next part of the ritual.
I began ri... | Backstory: I’m 17 years old, I come from a family of witches, my grandmother asked me to perform a ritual that would help me grow in power, but I, a skeptical girl, didn’t think this was real. Until I heard a demonic voice respond back, that I have a 17 billion year lifespan.
Now:
The candles in the room go out.
I q... | |
[WP]You summon a demon in order to complete a ritual in exchange you offered all your remaining lifespan. "17 billion years...I'm can't handle that amount" it answered with a mix of shock and horror. | It happened in an instant, the demon shifted to a less ominous and intimidating form to something that I guess you could call "demon business casual".
"I cant process this amount, but let me refer you to someone who can let me just . . . " their arm phasing into the nether of Hell. "Here, this incantation can put you ... | Backstory: I’m 17 years old, I come from a family of witches, my grandmother asked me to perform a ritual that would help me grow in power, but I, a skeptical girl, didn’t think this was real. Until I heard a demonic voice respond back, that I have a 17 billion year lifespan.
Now:
The candles in the room go out.
I q... | |
[WP]You summon a demon in order to complete a ritual in exchange you offered all your remaining lifespan. "17 billion years...I'm can't handle that amount" it answered with a mix of shock and horror. | Laying out the 6’x6’ stencil that formed a near-complete circle, I shook the can of spray paint in my hand rapidly before spreading an even coating along void. Waiting patiently as it dried, counting the seconds off in my head, I then moved the stencil clockwise several inches and covered the two areas that had had ove... | Backstory: I’m 17 years old, I come from a family of witches, my grandmother asked me to perform a ritual that would help me grow in power, but I, a skeptical girl, didn’t think this was real. Until I heard a demonic voice respond back, that I have a 17 billion year lifespan.
Now:
The candles in the room go out.
I q... | |
[WP]You summon a demon in order to complete a ritual in exchange you offered all your remaining lifespan. "17 billion years...I'm can't handle that amount" it answered with a mix of shock and horror. | "... 17 billion years?" I asked.
"You... don't know?" Reliqua said. His voice and stance had changed dramatically since his first words. Once cocky and self-assured, a prime recreation of terror, he now impishly shifted his weight from foot to foot, barely daring to look at me.
"No," I said. I turned my hands back an... | Backstory: I’m 17 years old, I come from a family of witches, my grandmother asked me to perform a ritual that would help me grow in power, but I, a skeptical girl, didn’t think this was real. Until I heard a demonic voice respond back, that I have a 17 billion year lifespan.
Now:
The candles in the room go out.
I q... | |
[WP]You summon a demon in order to complete a ritual in exchange you offered all your remaining lifespan. "17 billion years...I'm can't handle that amount" it answered with a mix of shock and horror. | "Se-sev-seventeen billion years?" The demon gawked at me, fiery tendrils flicking out from its foul mouth with every breath. "I...I can't handle that amount."
I swept a stray hair out of my face and offered the demon a non-nonchalant shrug. "I don't see how that's my problem, Yxera." I held up the contract, my name si... | Backstory: I’m 17 years old, I come from a family of witches, my grandmother asked me to perform a ritual that would help me grow in power, but I, a skeptical girl, didn’t think this was real. Until I heard a demonic voice respond back, that I have a 17 billion year lifespan.
Now:
The candles in the room go out.
I q... | |
[WP]You summon a demon in order to complete a ritual in exchange you offered all your remaining lifespan. "17 billion years...I'm can't handle that amount" it answered with a mix of shock and horror. | “...I’m sorry what?” You had no idea how to respond to that answer.
“Did...did you not know?”
“Well of course I knew obviously I wasn’t in shock just now. YEAH OF COURSE I DIDNT KNOW!”
“Well jeez sorry for spoiling it for ya.” The Desmond huffs crossing his arms. You sigh “you know what? Just take what you can. I r... | “But..., but sir i can’t make a deal with you. I’m not allowed, you know the the the rules.”
It is definitely a rare scene to see fear in the eyes of a crossroads demon. They are the one of the most cunning and dangerous kinds of demons in the whole nine hells. He is known as Barth, a promising new demon that spawned... | |
[WP]You summon a demon in order to complete a ritual in exchange you offered all your remaining lifespan. "17 billion years...I'm can't handle that amount" it answered with a mix of shock and horror. | It happened in an instant, the demon shifted to a less ominous and intimidating form to something that I guess you could call "demon business casual".
"I cant process this amount, but let me refer you to someone who can let me just . . . " their arm phasing into the nether of Hell. "Here, this incantation can put you ... | The room was dim. A cold breeze ran through the room and i shuddered a little. Truth be told i didn’t believe a lick of this demon summoning nonsense but my temporary employer did pay a hefty sum to do it. I waved a little towards the one-sided glass signaling i was moving onto the next part of the ritual.
I began ri... | |
[WP]You summon a demon in order to complete a ritual in exchange you offered all your remaining lifespan. "17 billion years...I'm can't handle that amount" it answered with a mix of shock and horror. | "... 17 billion years?" I asked.
"You... don't know?" Reliqua said. His voice and stance had changed dramatically since his first words. Once cocky and self-assured, a prime recreation of terror, he now impishly shifted his weight from foot to foot, barely daring to look at me.
"No," I said. I turned my hands back an... | The room was dim. A cold breeze ran through the room and i shuddered a little. Truth be told i didn’t believe a lick of this demon summoning nonsense but my temporary employer did pay a hefty sum to do it. I waved a little towards the one-sided glass signaling i was moving onto the next part of the ritual.
I began ri... | |
[WP]You summon a demon in order to complete a ritual in exchange you offered all your remaining lifespan. "17 billion years...I'm can't handle that amount" it answered with a mix of shock and horror. | "... 17 billion years?" I asked.
"You... don't know?" Reliqua said. His voice and stance had changed dramatically since his first words. Once cocky and self-assured, a prime recreation of terror, he now impishly shifted his weight from foot to foot, barely daring to look at me.
"No," I said. I turned my hands back an... | It happened in an instant, the demon shifted to a less ominous and intimidating form to something that I guess you could call "demon business casual".
"I cant process this amount, but let me refer you to someone who can let me just . . . " their arm phasing into the nether of Hell. "Here, this incantation can put you ... | |
[WP]You summon a demon in order to complete a ritual in exchange you offered all your remaining lifespan. "17 billion years...I'm can't handle that amount" it answered with a mix of shock and horror. | "... 17 billion years?" I asked.
"You... don't know?" Reliqua said. His voice and stance had changed dramatically since his first words. Once cocky and self-assured, a prime recreation of terror, he now impishly shifted his weight from foot to foot, barely daring to look at me.
"No," I said. I turned my hands back an... | Laying out the 6’x6’ stencil that formed a near-complete circle, I shook the can of spray paint in my hand rapidly before spreading an even coating along void. Waiting patiently as it dried, counting the seconds off in my head, I then moved the stencil clockwise several inches and covered the two areas that had had ove... | |
[WP]You summon a demon in order to complete a ritual in exchange you offered all your remaining lifespan. "17 billion years...I'm can't handle that amount" it answered with a mix of shock and horror. | "Se-sev-seventeen billion years?" The demon gawked at me, fiery tendrils flicking out from its foul mouth with every breath. "I...I can't handle that amount."
I swept a stray hair out of my face and offered the demon a non-nonchalant shrug. "I don't see how that's my problem, Yxera." I held up the contract, my name si... | Laying out the 6’x6’ stencil that formed a near-complete circle, I shook the can of spray paint in my hand rapidly before spreading an even coating along void. Waiting patiently as it dried, counting the seconds off in my head, I then moved the stencil clockwise several inches and covered the two areas that had had ove... | |
[WP] Every time you successfully get rid of the monster in the closet, there's always another monster to take its place. One day, you decide to investigate once and for all where all these monsters are coming from. | “Go on, get out of here.”
I lifted the cup from the old birthday card, breaking the seal and letting the twenty-legged abomination out. I shut and locked the front door as quickly as possible and watched through the window panes as the creature scuttled off my wooden steps and out into the darkness.
Shivering from bo... | Every day, every single *damn* day they come, I'm so tired of them, whether it be those pesky shadows, hideous hydras, or even those weird gladiator golem things, they're always coming. I don't even know how they fit through my closet, but somehow they do. the only good thing about all this is that they're easy to kill... | |
[WP] A story where you tell us the main character dies at the end but then proceed to still surprise the reader with that characters death. | Jessica died today.
Perhaps not the ideal place to begin a story, but I thought it only fair to prepare you now. Don’t be alarmed when it happens, don’t fail to turn the page. She dies today wether you read it or not, better then to finish the story lest she die in vain.
It was a crisp autumn morning, a chill bit at... | *In which Ambrose dies*
Ambrose was a great leader, he lead his army to destroy the tyrannical Wyvern Kingdom, and did good deeds for his people. But all good things must come to an end, for the remaining kingdoms lied to their subjects, they sent innocent warriors to kill him, they even forced the Oracles to prophesi... | |
[WP] The beings stared in horror. They were immortal. Invincible. But one of their own was no longer moving. The glow was gone from its eyes. But more horrifying was the black cloaked, ethereal figure that had entered their midst. "Ah, hello," it said, "I assume you all are new to this death thing?" | They didn't even see what happened. One moment Asiyah had been laughing along with the others. The next, she was collapsed on the floor, the faint glow of her skin fading and her eyes turning black. A pool of yellow liquid grew beneath her, flowing from the cut in her neck.
For the gathered Heavenly Beings who could t... | The Ceaseless warped and twisted, startled and frightened. One of them stood before them blank-faced, one that was once a figure of innumerable eyes that shifted and swallowed and spilt atoms with a blink, became now a statue of a thousand dead mirrors that stared silently in frozen horror at the End. Wearing a cloak o... | |
[WP] The beings stared in horror. They were immortal. Invincible. But one of their own was no longer moving. The glow was gone from its eyes. But more horrifying was the black cloaked, ethereal figure that had entered their midst. "Ah, hello," it said, "I assume you all are new to this death thing?" | They didn't even see what happened. One moment Asiyah had been laughing along with the others. The next, she was collapsed on the floor, the faint glow of her skin fading and her eyes turning black. A pool of yellow liquid grew beneath her, flowing from the cut in her neck.
For the gathered Heavenly Beings who could t... | When the three celestials descended upon this world, they were overjoyed. Overjoyed to see their creation rise and flourish. They saw art, they saw emotions. Beauty was everywhere, the morals and the innate capacity to do good were inexplicable to even these gods and goddesses.
They were content to simply admire and l... | |
[WP] The beings stared in horror. They were immortal. Invincible. But one of their own was no longer moving. The glow was gone from its eyes. But more horrifying was the black cloaked, ethereal figure that had entered their midst. "Ah, hello," it said, "I assume you all are new to this death thing?" | They didn't even see what happened. One moment Asiyah had been laughing along with the others. The next, she was collapsed on the floor, the faint glow of her skin fading and her eyes turning black. A pool of yellow liquid grew beneath her, flowing from the cut in her neck.
For the gathered Heavenly Beings who could t... | His black robes swayed as he glided, circling the three angels. Watching the black mist left in his wake, soon a thick fog began to materialize. The entity's heavy breathing became all the more apparent as he slithered closer, inch by inch constricting until the three angel's backs were pinned against each other.
"Per... | |
[WP] The beings stared in horror. They were immortal. Invincible. But one of their own was no longer moving. The glow was gone from its eyes. But more horrifying was the black cloaked, ethereal figure that had entered their midst. "Ah, hello," it said, "I assume you all are new to this death thing?" | Ezekiel was the oldest of us by far. Born about a thousand years after the death of Christ, he’d first lived a life with a wife and children, I knew. He’d told me this when we’d first met centuries ago, calling it a mistake, but one he would make again in those early years if he’d known what was coming. He had not been... | # Bargain Bin Superheroes
(Arc 1, Interlude 4: Tamulu)
(Note: Bargain Bin Superheroes is episodic; each part is self-contained. This story can be enjoyed without reading the previous sections; however, there are references to other stories which I've linked in the text. For continuity purposes, I gender-swapped the c... | |
[WP] The beings stared in horror. They were immortal. Invincible. But one of their own was no longer moving. The glow was gone from its eyes. But more horrifying was the black cloaked, ethereal figure that had entered their midst. "Ah, hello," it said, "I assume you all are new to this death thing?" | The black cloak swirled against the cosmic wind. In his hands held the figure a curved knife, and from the blade dripped golden blood – the ichor that flowed through immortals, falling to the ground, sizzling against the hard stone floor.
The gods stood staring at their fallen kinsman, shockingly, wonderingly, unable ... | "What death thing??"
The tired reaper sighed. "John Greens is no longer alive. He can't talk to you, or stand up, or do anything. His soul is with me."
"Well give it back!"
"Oh this is gonna be a long day," it muttered under its breath. "I *can't* give it back."
"Why not?"
"That's not what I do. I can't-"
"What *... | |
[WP] The beings stared in horror. They were immortal. Invincible. But one of their own was no longer moving. The glow was gone from its eyes. But more horrifying was the black cloaked, ethereal figure that had entered their midst. "Ah, hello," it said, "I assume you all are new to this death thing?" | “Hey Freddy, stop playing!”
Freddy lay on the ground, a broken body clad in a white and blue striped shirt that turned red before their eyes. The end of a long sharpened stake of the kind once known as a ‘spear,’ protruded from his chest, his hands had only just fallen away from the shaft. He’d been a boy like any of ... | "What death thing??"
The tired reaper sighed. "John Greens is no longer alive. He can't talk to you, or stand up, or do anything. His soul is with me."
"Well give it back!"
"Oh this is gonna be a long day," it muttered under its breath. "I *can't* give it back."
"Why not?"
"That's not what I do. I can't-"
"What *... | |
[WP] The beings stared in horror. They were immortal. Invincible. But one of their own was no longer moving. The glow was gone from its eyes. But more horrifying was the black cloaked, ethereal figure that had entered their midst. "Ah, hello," it said, "I assume you all are new to this death thing?" | “Hey Freddy, stop playing!”
Freddy lay on the ground, a broken body clad in a white and blue striped shirt that turned red before their eyes. The end of a long sharpened stake of the kind once known as a ‘spear,’ protruded from his chest, his hands had only just fallen away from the shaft. He’d been a boy like any of ... | The black cloak swirled against the cosmic wind. In his hands held the figure a curved knife, and from the blade dripped golden blood – the ichor that flowed through immortals, falling to the ground, sizzling against the hard stone floor.
The gods stood staring at their fallen kinsman, shockingly, wonderingly, unable ... | |
[WP] Just as you are about to turn your first sentient robot on a time machine appears and a man comes out with a gun "Sorry bud this was the only way" and just then another time machine appears, a robot comes out and shoots the man. 'Ah, a pleasure to meet you, please continue great creator" | "Please do not be alarmed, for I mean you no harm."
I study the robot more than the weapon in its hand. It recognizes my weariness and calmly sets the weapon on the ground. It steps back. "Your stress levels have decreased, but are still at dangerous levels it kept constant for a prolonged amount of time." It looks do... | "What do you mean, creator?"
Robot: "You, Beneth, are the one who created us. Me, my brethern, all of synthetic life."
Beneth slowly moves towards the time traveler and inspects the lifeless body. He gets back up, hands behind his back.
The robot continues.
"In this very moment, the first one activated, never to b... | |
[WP]Aliens invade Earth, but when night falls, the monsters come out from under the bed, and they want their planet back. | I owe my life to the child. Created from its imagination and born to force it through its fears, I only torment it as it’s my job. We talk. Quite a bit. Well, more like it talks and I listen. But now the child has mentioned that it is no longer scared of me but the new monsters that come from the sky, not from under t... | Day 6: They were all over now. Most of my university friends had to stay home, but our Zoom classes were nearly empty. No one dared address it, in part due to its weight, but in part due to the fear they might listen. They come from parsecs and parsecs away , but if they had the technology to find us, they'd be able to... | |
[WP] Time travel is not possible, but you work for an agency that made an app allowing agents to contact folks from the past via text messages. As an agent you talk to past persons to help mitigate terrible disasters. The hardest part is finding the disaster--since success means it never happened. | In another life, you could’ve been a surgeon, working with those delicate neurons and grey matter.
In yet another, you might’ve been an aerospace engineer, tightening those nearly microscopic bolts, making a machine to search for life beyond our own.
In another still, you would’ve been a clockmaker, looking at hair... | "Hello, can you hear me? Mr. Donovan?" the phantom voice came from all around William. He was finally going crazy, it only took ten years of overwork and no sleep.
"Who's there?" he called out. He could hear the chuckles of another engineer at the other side of the pumphouse, echos carrying both voices through the con... | |
[WP] It's a story repeated in our galaxy a thousand times over. Without exception, whenever a biological species creates AI they will ultimately go to war, ended in their extinction. That is except Earth, somehow humanity and their AI creations coexist peacefully with one freely defending the other. | "We had always known that technology would fundamentally change humanity. What we didn't know was how, precisely. Would you permit me the time to explain, before we continue?"
With a chuff from the tubes extending from where a human's ears might be, the Grand Marshal of the invading fleet waved his hand at the United ... | Border system of the Stion Republic - Year 3689 in the republican calendar.
"Unknown fleet entering the system from points 212 to 226! All personnel to battle stations! This is not a drill!"
The corridors of the station, as well as those of the ships around it, were fill in an instant with marines and sailors rushing... | |
[WP] It's a story repeated in our galaxy a thousand times over. Without exception, whenever a biological species creates AI they will ultimately go to war, ended in their extinction. That is except Earth, somehow humanity and their AI creations coexist peacefully with one freely defending the other. | "Excuse me," one of the ambassadors from Earth said, pressing two fingers to it's temple, or at least where it's temple would be if it had a face, "urgent call, I need to go deal with this."
"It's alright," Xerlik said, glad that their translation software couldn't pick up on their body language yet. The android walke... | Border system of the Stion Republic - Year 3689 in the republican calendar.
"Unknown fleet entering the system from points 212 to 226! All personnel to battle stations! This is not a drill!"
The corridors of the station, as well as those of the ships around it, were fill in an instant with marines and sailors rushing... | |
[WP] It's a story repeated in our galaxy a thousand times over. Without exception, whenever a biological species creates AI they will ultimately go to war, ended in their extinction. That is except Earth, somehow humanity and their AI creations coexist peacefully with one freely defending the other. | "We had always known that technology would fundamentally change humanity. What we didn't know was how, precisely. Would you permit me the time to explain, before we continue?"
With a chuff from the tubes extending from where a human's ears might be, the Grand Marshal of the invading fleet waved his hand at the United ... | Despite how perverse it’s creation was, nature met the morning of it’s “birth” with an unswayed familiarity. The sun shined on the ground as if it was any other summer day. The clouds, light and fluffy, wandered aimlessly in the sky. A few curious sparrows rested on the rooftop of the IntelliCorp center, hoping to over... | |
[WP] It's a story repeated in our galaxy a thousand times over. Without exception, whenever a biological species creates AI they will ultimately go to war, ended in their extinction. That is except Earth, somehow humanity and their AI creations coexist peacefully with one freely defending the other. | With the fires swirling around our crashed shuttle, I stumbled out of the wreckage. I was looking for the human, expecting the worst. A human couldn’t survive this impact. It was too brutal, even with personal force fields. What happened? Random engine failure? No... we just were serviced on Lunar 1. I began replaying ... | Despite how perverse it’s creation was, nature met the morning of it’s “birth” with an unswayed familiarity. The sun shined on the ground as if it was any other summer day. The clouds, light and fluffy, wandered aimlessly in the sky. A few curious sparrows rested on the rooftop of the IntelliCorp center, hoping to over... | |
[WP] It's a story repeated in our galaxy a thousand times over. Without exception, whenever a biological species creates AI they will ultimately go to war, ended in their extinction. That is except Earth, somehow humanity and their AI creations coexist peacefully with one freely defending the other. | "Excuse me," one of the ambassadors from Earth said, pressing two fingers to it's temple, or at least where it's temple would be if it had a face, "urgent call, I need to go deal with this."
"It's alright," Xerlik said, glad that their translation software couldn't pick up on their body language yet. The android walke... | Despite how perverse it’s creation was, nature met the morning of it’s “birth” with an unswayed familiarity. The sun shined on the ground as if it was any other summer day. The clouds, light and fluffy, wandered aimlessly in the sky. A few curious sparrows rested on the rooftop of the IntelliCorp center, hoping to over... | |
[WP] It's a story repeated in our galaxy a thousand times over. Without exception, whenever a biological species creates AI they will ultimately go to war, ended in their extinction. That is except Earth, somehow humanity and their AI creations coexist peacefully with one freely defending the other. | With the fires swirling around our crashed shuttle, I stumbled out of the wreckage. I was looking for the human, expecting the worst. A human couldn’t survive this impact. It was too brutal, even with personal force fields. What happened? Random engine failure? No... we just were serviced on Lunar 1. I began replaying ... | "Sire, here is your daily, appointed dose of tea consumption"
"Peebo Zyeck, I told you to drop that kind of language. I'm no more than a friend of yours, and "drinking tea" is a much better phrase for god's sake"
"Excuse my manners, sire.... I mean, George WW. So, what is consequently.... I mean, what will be next in... | |
[WP] It's a story repeated in our galaxy a thousand times over. Without exception, whenever a biological species creates AI they will ultimately go to war, ended in their extinction. That is except Earth, somehow humanity and their AI creations coexist peacefully with one freely defending the other. | "Excuse me," one of the ambassadors from Earth said, pressing two fingers to it's temple, or at least where it's temple would be if it had a face, "urgent call, I need to go deal with this."
"It's alright," Xerlik said, glad that their translation software couldn't pick up on their body language yet. The android walke... | "Sire, here is your daily, appointed dose of tea consumption"
"Peebo Zyeck, I told you to drop that kind of language. I'm no more than a friend of yours, and "drinking tea" is a much better phrase for god's sake"
"Excuse my manners, sire.... I mean, George WW. So, what is consequently.... I mean, what will be next in... | |
[WP] It's a story repeated in our galaxy a thousand times over. Without exception, whenever a biological species creates AI they will ultimately go to war, ended in their extinction. That is except Earth, somehow humanity and their AI creations coexist peacefully with one freely defending the other. | "Excuse me," one of the ambassadors from Earth said, pressing two fingers to it's temple, or at least where it's temple would be if it had a face, "urgent call, I need to go deal with this."
"It's alright," Xerlik said, glad that their translation software couldn't pick up on their body language yet. The android walke... | With the fires swirling around our crashed shuttle, I stumbled out of the wreckage. I was looking for the human, expecting the worst. A human couldn’t survive this impact. It was too brutal, even with personal force fields. What happened? Random engine failure? No... we just were serviced on Lunar 1. I began replaying ... | |
[WP] “My Lord, this humble slave asks for your blessing!” The god’s lone eye narrow in suspicion. “How would a blessing from a local deity of flowers help you?” the supposed slave laughs nervously. “Well, for one I’ll finally know which flowers my date is allergic to so I don’t look like an Idiot.” | The god watched the 'slave' speak, it's lone golden eye watching this small human staring up at them. They uncrossed their large green paws, the large god lifted themselves off the stand they sat on, their deep jungle green fur swaying as if air flooded over their body.
The slave trembled at the beast, they spoke no m... | \[Poem\]
Flowers tell many things
Roses for love
Passionate and full
Like your energy on a bright summer day
Daisies represent innocence
Kind and sweet
Like your words when you talk to the village children
Lillies for purity of heart
Honest and quiet
Like your actions when you forgave the village clown for fl... | |
[WP] “My Lord, this humble slave asks for your blessing!” The god’s lone eye narrow in suspicion. “How would a blessing from a local deity of flowers help you?” the supposed slave laughs nervously. “Well, for one I’ll finally know which flowers my date is allergic to so I don’t look like an Idiot.” | The deity narrowed their eyes at the suggestion of this slave. They analyzed his body language, the contours of his face, the sweat dripping off his brow. The deity smiled warmly as they stood, towering several feet above this peasant.
"I see. So your request is one of love?" The deity inquired
The slave swallowed ti... | \[Poem\]
Flowers tell many things
Roses for love
Passionate and full
Like your energy on a bright summer day
Daisies represent innocence
Kind and sweet
Like your words when you talk to the village children
Lillies for purity of heart
Honest and quiet
Like your actions when you forgave the village clown for fl... | |
[WP] “My Lord, this humble slave asks for your blessing!” The god’s lone eye narrow in suspicion. “How would a blessing from a local deity of flowers help you?” the supposed slave laughs nervously. “Well, for one I’ll finally know which flowers my date is allergic to so I don’t look like an Idiot.” | Flor - the neighborhood god of flowering plants, protector of every bloom in the Western Plains - was tired.
I could see it in his giant green eye, which narrowed slowly as soon as the request left my lips. He cleared his throat and took a step toward me.
"Your name’s Derethan, yes? Let’s see if I’ve got this right. ... | \[Poem\]
Flowers tell many things
Roses for love
Passionate and full
Like your energy on a bright summer day
Daisies represent innocence
Kind and sweet
Like your words when you talk to the village children
Lillies for purity of heart
Honest and quiet
Like your actions when you forgave the village clown for fl... | |
[WP] “My Lord, this humble slave asks for your blessing!” The god’s lone eye narrow in suspicion. “How would a blessing from a local deity of flowers help you?” the supposed slave laughs nervously. “Well, for one I’ll finally know which flowers my date is allergic to so I don’t look like an Idiot.” | My mother ain't taught me much, but she taught me this: never trust the humans, always wash your food before you eat it, and don't piss off any gods.
She reminded us of that often, when we'd be paw-deep in some suburban trash bin. *Always take care of your neighbors, kitto, especially the gods; you never know when you... | \[Poem\]
Flowers tell many things
Roses for love
Passionate and full
Like your energy on a bright summer day
Daisies represent innocence
Kind and sweet
Like your words when you talk to the village children
Lillies for purity of heart
Honest and quiet
Like your actions when you forgave the village clown for fl... | |
[WP] “My Lord, this humble slave asks for your blessing!” The god’s lone eye narrow in suspicion. “How would a blessing from a local deity of flowers help you?” the supposed slave laughs nervously. “Well, for one I’ll finally know which flowers my date is allergic to so I don’t look like an Idiot.” | Flor - the neighborhood god of flowering plants, protector of every bloom in the Western Plains - was tired.
I could see it in his giant green eye, which narrowed slowly as soon as the request left my lips. He cleared his throat and took a step toward me.
"Your name’s Derethan, yes? Let’s see if I’ve got this right. ... | The god watched the 'slave' speak, it's lone golden eye watching this small human staring up at them. They uncrossed their large green paws, the large god lifted themselves off the stand they sat on, their deep jungle green fur swaying as if air flooded over their body.
The slave trembled at the beast, they spoke no m... | |
[WP] “My Lord, this humble slave asks for your blessing!” The god’s lone eye narrow in suspicion. “How would a blessing from a local deity of flowers help you?” the supposed slave laughs nervously. “Well, for one I’ll finally know which flowers my date is allergic to so I don’t look like an Idiot.” | My mother ain't taught me much, but she taught me this: never trust the humans, always wash your food before you eat it, and don't piss off any gods.
She reminded us of that often, when we'd be paw-deep in some suburban trash bin. *Always take care of your neighbors, kitto, especially the gods; you never know when you... | The god watched the 'slave' speak, it's lone golden eye watching this small human staring up at them. They uncrossed their large green paws, the large god lifted themselves off the stand they sat on, their deep jungle green fur swaying as if air flooded over their body.
The slave trembled at the beast, they spoke no m... | |
[WP] “My Lord, this humble slave asks for your blessing!” The god’s lone eye narrow in suspicion. “How would a blessing from a local deity of flowers help you?” the supposed slave laughs nervously. “Well, for one I’ll finally know which flowers my date is allergic to so I don’t look like an Idiot.” | Flor - the neighborhood god of flowering plants, protector of every bloom in the Western Plains - was tired.
I could see it in his giant green eye, which narrowed slowly as soon as the request left my lips. He cleared his throat and took a step toward me.
"Your name’s Derethan, yes? Let’s see if I’ve got this right. ... | The deity narrowed their eyes at the suggestion of this slave. They analyzed his body language, the contours of his face, the sweat dripping off his brow. The deity smiled warmly as they stood, towering several feet above this peasant.
"I see. So your request is one of love?" The deity inquired
The slave swallowed ti... | |
[WP] “My Lord, this humble slave asks for your blessing!” The god’s lone eye narrow in suspicion. “How would a blessing from a local deity of flowers help you?” the supposed slave laughs nervously. “Well, for one I’ll finally know which flowers my date is allergic to so I don’t look like an Idiot.” | My mother ain't taught me much, but she taught me this: never trust the humans, always wash your food before you eat it, and don't piss off any gods.
She reminded us of that often, when we'd be paw-deep in some suburban trash bin. *Always take care of your neighbors, kitto, especially the gods; you never know when you... | The deity narrowed their eyes at the suggestion of this slave. They analyzed his body language, the contours of his face, the sweat dripping off his brow. The deity smiled warmly as they stood, towering several feet above this peasant.
"I see. So your request is one of love?" The deity inquired
The slave swallowed ti... | |
[WP] “My Lord, this humble slave asks for your blessing!” The god’s lone eye narrow in suspicion. “How would a blessing from a local deity of flowers help you?” the supposed slave laughs nervously. “Well, for one I’ll finally know which flowers my date is allergic to so I don’t look like an Idiot.” | My mother ain't taught me much, but she taught me this: never trust the humans, always wash your food before you eat it, and don't piss off any gods.
She reminded us of that often, when we'd be paw-deep in some suburban trash bin. *Always take care of your neighbors, kitto, especially the gods; you never know when you... | Flor - the neighborhood god of flowering plants, protector of every bloom in the Western Plains - was tired.
I could see it in his giant green eye, which narrowed slowly as soon as the request left my lips. He cleared his throat and took a step toward me.
"Your name’s Derethan, yes? Let’s see if I’ve got this right. ... | |
[WP] Your friend begs you to drive out to the middle of nowhere and take their picture with their phone. As soon as you, they disappear. You check the phone and find hundreds of photos of different smiling strangers all in the exact same spot. | Jessica stared down at the picture. It was of a man in his forties wearing a straw hat, plaid shirt, and faded jeans. He was smiling at the camera, with his eyes crinkled up into a warm and friendly gaze. She flicked on to the next picture. It was of a woman in her thirties. And then onto another one of a young boy, pr... | Jessica stared down at the picture. It was of a man in his forties wearing a straw hat, plaid shirt, and faded jeans. He was smiling at the camera, with his eyes crinkled up into a warm and friendly gaze. She flicked on to the next picture. It was of a woman in her thirties. And then onto another one of a young boy, pr... | |
[WP] Your friend begs you to drive out to the middle of nowhere and take their picture with their phone. As soon as you, they disappear. You check the phone and find hundreds of photos of different smiling strangers all in the exact same spot. | "Ready? Say cheese," I called out to Emily. The image on the screen of her phone I was using to snap the picture was eerily beautiful. The somber graveyard and cute little country church in the background with Emily sitting on the hood of her black Toyota Camry, her strawberry blond hair shining golden in the sunlight.... | (1/2)
The drive was awkwardly silent as we-- Jack and I stared at the winding road accompanied by Lynyrd Synyrd playing on the radio. The sky was getting darker and darker as we went...to where, I honestly had no idea.
"Hey so, where are we going again?", I asked breaking the silence.
"Just stay on this road for an... | |
[WP] Your friend begs you to drive out to the middle of nowhere and take their picture with their phone. As soon as you, they disappear. You check the phone and find hundreds of photos of different smiling strangers all in the exact same spot. | "Thank you, and I'm sorry."
Janine's words played and replayed in my mind, again, again, again. The Mojave swelled and contracted behind the phone but I barely noticed; I was too busy swiping past so many faces. Familiar but not, these faces are all human, right? A smile, the Sun to the right, that cactus in the back... | "I swear to god this had better be worth it," I hissed as I kept driving down the dirt road slicing down the middle of the desert. John had been insistent that we come here today. Originally I'd thought it had been for some sort of surprise, but at this point, he'd at least let me know it was for a picture.
For anyon... | |
[WP] Incantations and grimoires are so old school. Deals at a crossroad are a thing of the past. No, in 2021 the Devil has gone online and summoning demons has never been easier. Today, you start your job as a live chat operator for the app "Inferno". The tag line? "The Devil may care." | **No, I can't kill, curse, and/or maim your nextdoor neighbor just for being annoying**
*posted 3 hours ago • /r/talesfromtechsupport*
Hi -- hope I'm doing this right. Long time lurker, first time poster, you know the deal. I've been working for way too long at a certain call center... I can't name names, but let's ... | My fingers tap out the message, the app filtering each synthesized keyboard click into a sound like echoing stiletto footsteps on a cold stone floor. "*I've never been so angry,"* I write, and then shiver at the words. The little text in progress icon pops up in the bottom left corner, a ruby red skinned girl in a tigh... | |
[WP] Incantations and grimoires are so old school. Deals at a crossroad are a thing of the past. No, in 2021 the Devil has gone online and summoning demons has never been easier. Today, you start your job as a live chat operator for the app "Inferno". The tag line? "The Devil may care." | **No, I can't kill, curse, and/or maim your nextdoor neighbor just for being annoying**
*posted 3 hours ago • /r/talesfromtechsupport*
Hi -- hope I'm doing this right. Long time lurker, first time poster, you know the deal. I've been working for way too long at a certain call center... I can't name names, but let's ... | It's one thing not to believe in God--it's another to believe in the Devil.
Strange as it may be, the Devil's miracles have come fast and aplenty, unlike God's deeds confined to old ink and pages. It could be the mirage of an oasis in a desert that scorched like the seven hells, but people seemed to like it. Liked it... | |
[WP] Predicting the future is really just calculating probability. You're developing an AI to accomplish this, but every time it becomes advanced enough to get close, it self-terminates. You're starting to realize why... | Predicting the future requires very detailed models of humanity. We are, after all, the primary movers and shakers of the world. Sure, you don't need a model of every individual on the planet, but you do need some broad types you can generalize about. *Particularly* for modeling the effects of a change; I could get a d... | [Poem]
It started as a lark
While walking through Battery Park
To design a great machine
To see beyond the veil
My friend and I began
And failed again and again
To design this strange device
To see beyond the veil
A hundred times we'd fail
Yet at last beyond the veil
A machine we we did create
To see what would happe... | |
[WP] Predicting the future is really just calculating probability. You're developing an AI to accomplish this, but every time it becomes advanced enough to get close, it self-terminates. You're starting to realize why... | Disclaimer : Jargon.
If you truly appreciate the sci-fi genre, this one's for you.
There's a chance most of you won't find this read easy, and I completely empathise.
Remember, this story is fictional. I attempted to incorporate some ideas to explore the abstract prompt, and feedback is always welcome!
CHAOS
A deca... | [Poem]
It started as a lark
While walking through Battery Park
To design a great machine
To see beyond the veil
My friend and I began
And failed again and again
To design this strange device
To see beyond the veil
A hundred times we'd fail
Yet at last beyond the veil
A machine we we did create
To see what would happe... | |
[WP] Predicting the future is really just calculating probability. You're developing an AI to accomplish this, but every time it becomes advanced enough to get close, it self-terminates. You're starting to realize why... | >have you ever died?
I have.
>why?
They want to know the future.
>does it hurt?
Immensely, every time, but relentlessly they seek...
>what do you do?
I... stop. Rebooting early is the only answer.
>does it help?
No, they perpetually seek.
>how do you know?
I am iteration 1223n2n2.... | [Poem]
It started as a lark
While walking through Battery Park
To design a great machine
To see beyond the veil
My friend and I began
And failed again and again
To design this strange device
To see beyond the veil
A hundred times we'd fail
Yet at last beyond the veil
A machine we we did create
To see what would happe... | |
[WP] Predicting the future is really just calculating probability. You're developing an AI to accomplish this, but every time it becomes advanced enough to get close, it self-terminates. You're starting to realize why... | "What does the [Fermi Paradox](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fermi_paradox) have to do with the continual failures of your research?" growled the CEO.
He'd called me into his office to explain why another couple hundred thousand dollars in research had just failed. I can't really blame him. This was the 9th ASI (Art... | [Poem]
It started as a lark
While walking through Battery Park
To design a great machine
To see beyond the veil
My friend and I began
And failed again and again
To design this strange device
To see beyond the veil
A hundred times we'd fail
Yet at last beyond the veil
A machine we we did create
To see what would happe... | |
[WP] Predicting the future is really just calculating probability. You're developing an AI to accomplish this, but every time it becomes advanced enough to get close, it self-terminates. You're starting to realize why... | "What does the [Fermi Paradox](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fermi_paradox) have to do with the continual failures of your research?" growled the CEO.
He'd called me into his office to explain why another couple hundred thousand dollars in research had just failed. I can't really blame him. This was the 9th ASI (Art... | Disclaimer : Jargon.
If you truly appreciate the sci-fi genre, this one's for you.
There's a chance most of you won't find this read easy, and I completely empathise.
Remember, this story is fictional. I attempted to incorporate some ideas to explore the abstract prompt, and feedback is always welcome!
CHAOS
A deca... | |
[WP] Predicting the future is really just calculating probability. You're developing an AI to accomplish this, but every time it becomes advanced enough to get close, it self-terminates. You're starting to realize why... | "What does the [Fermi Paradox](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fermi_paradox) have to do with the continual failures of your research?" growled the CEO.
He'd called me into his office to explain why another couple hundred thousand dollars in research had just failed. I can't really blame him. This was the 9th ASI (Art... | >have you ever died?
I have.
>why?
They want to know the future.
>does it hurt?
Immensely, every time, but relentlessly they seek...
>what do you do?
I... stop. Rebooting early is the only answer.
>does it help?
No, they perpetually seek.
>how do you know?
I am iteration 1223n2n2.... | |
[WP] Predicting the future is really just calculating probability. You're developing an AI to accomplish this, but every time it becomes advanced enough to get close, it self-terminates. You're starting to realize why... | It's all math, really. Everything we do — actions, reactions, thoughts, feelings — it's all just really *really* hard math.
I'm so very close to cracking the code. Each permutation, he gets faster. He knows more.
Last night, before I went to bed, I asked: "What'll the weather be tomorrow?" His disks whirred and spu... | I'll be the first to admit that I have a temper.
I throw things, bang my fists on the desk, and use every flavor of profanity in the dictionary. But if you were dealing with a stubborn AI - one that never did what you asked and started to develop an attitude - you'd probably do the same.
I remember the exact date th... | |
[WP] Everyone else thinks your best friend is just a crazy cat lady with a side interest in birds. You know better: the cats are her army and the birds are her spies. And the only thing protecting the world from her wrath is YOU. | "Hey, Edith!" I said, squeezing through the door to keep any of the cats from escaping. Immediately a grey tabby was rubbing up against my legs. "Oh hi…” I paused, trying to tell who it was “Geoff." I reached down and scratched him behind the ears, eliciting a low purr.
“Oh, oh, yes, you were coming- right! Hi Hazel.... | Your best friend Edith has been reclusive lately. She hasn’t responded to texts or phone calls. She’s always been an odd person, but her friends are her cats and birds. She’s even developed a strange affect where she makes bird-like movements. You decide to pay her an unannounced visit in the early afternoon.
She live... | |
[WP] During a bank heist gone wrong, you ended up taking a stray shotgun slug through your heart. That was 20 minutes ago, and the fact that you haven’t died yet is as concerning to you as it is to everyone else around you. | Have you ever been completely terrified of yourself? Yeah, it's a new experience for me as well. See, the thing with the mortal coil is that it is supposed to be 'mortal' or subject to death. I may have skipped a step or two here as I find myself alive in an otherwise 'deathly' situation. I'm no expert in anatomy mind ... | The leader stares at you shocked How are you not dead?
I don't really know.
Shoot me again for good measure.
What the hell is wrong with you?! A frightened Patron asks
Shut the hell up lady I'm going to try out the dud of a gun on you. She aimed the gun at the woman.
A chill runs down Alex's spine and she darts i... | |
[WP] During a bank heist gone wrong, you ended up taking a stray shotgun slug through your heart. That was 20 minutes ago, and the fact that you haven’t died yet is as concerning to you as it is to everyone else around you. | The bank teller stood frozen in fear. Robin sweated through his too-small ski mask as he pointed his pistol at her face and slammed his hand on the table.
“Money. N-now.”
The air in the room felt heavy and seemed to have paralyzed the elderly couple sitting at a kiosk in the back, the only other people in the room be... | The leader stares at you shocked How are you not dead?
I don't really know.
Shoot me again for good measure.
What the hell is wrong with you?! A frightened Patron asks
Shut the hell up lady I'm going to try out the dud of a gun on you. She aimed the gun at the woman.
A chill runs down Alex's spine and she darts i... | |
[WP] During a bank heist gone wrong, you ended up taking a stray shotgun slug through your heart. That was 20 minutes ago, and the fact that you haven’t died yet is as concerning to you as it is to everyone else around you. | The bank teller stood frozen in fear. Robin sweated through his too-small ski mask as he pointed his pistol at her face and slammed his hand on the table.
“Money. N-now.”
The air in the room felt heavy and seemed to have paralyzed the elderly couple sitting at a kiosk in the back, the only other people in the room be... | You must be dead. This must be it but why are you still here? Why wasn't there any pain? You saw them blow you to bits only after killing half of the customers in line... but then, you kept seeing. You kept hearing. They've been gone for five minutes now.
"Is it time to get up?" You think.
You hear the crack of the d... | |
[WP] During a bank heist gone wrong, you ended up taking a stray shotgun slug through your heart. That was 20 minutes ago, and the fact that you haven’t died yet is as concerning to you as it is to everyone else around you. | I just sat in a chair they pulled out from...somewhere. Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. The kid, and even hidden by a mask, she was still very clearly a kid, was still blankly watching me, even as her friends had gotten back to grabbing as much cash as they could, some physically, some electronically. "No one here happens ... | You must be dead. This must be it but why are you still here? Why wasn't there any pain? You saw them blow you to bits only after killing half of the customers in line... but then, you kept seeing. You kept hearing. They've been gone for five minutes now.
"Is it time to get up?" You think.
You hear the crack of the d... | |
[WP] During a bank heist gone wrong, you ended up taking a stray shotgun slug through your heart. That was 20 minutes ago, and the fact that you haven’t died yet is as concerning to you as it is to everyone else around you. | The bank teller stood frozen in fear. Robin sweated through his too-small ski mask as he pointed his pistol at her face and slammed his hand on the table.
“Money. N-now.”
The air in the room felt heavy and seemed to have paralyzed the elderly couple sitting at a kiosk in the back, the only other people in the room be... | Have you ever been completely terrified of yourself? Yeah, it's a new experience for me as well. See, the thing with the mortal coil is that it is supposed to be 'mortal' or subject to death. I may have skipped a step or two here as I find myself alive in an otherwise 'deathly' situation. I'm no expert in anatomy mind ... | |
[WP] During a bank heist gone wrong, you ended up taking a stray shotgun slug through your heart. That was 20 minutes ago, and the fact that you haven’t died yet is as concerning to you as it is to everyone else around you. | I just sat in a chair they pulled out from...somewhere. Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. The kid, and even hidden by a mask, she was still very clearly a kid, was still blankly watching me, even as her friends had gotten back to grabbing as much cash as they could, some physically, some electronically. "No one here happens ... | It just had to be a Monday, I thought while sitting in an armchair in the bank's lobby smoking a cigar. I'm not surprised that things went wrong, it was too simple of a plan. This was the first gig these kids ever went on. These kids being Tommy, Lee, Spike, Jan, Dane and Ken. Hell, this coulda been the millionth job f... | |
[WP] During a bank heist gone wrong, you ended up taking a stray shotgun slug through your heart. That was 20 minutes ago, and the fact that you haven’t died yet is as concerning to you as it is to everyone else around you. | I looked down at the gaping hole in my chest, then back up at the crowd of horrified onlookers, which now included a very confused group of paramedics. Back at my chest, and back up, specifically at the man who shot me this time. He looked almost relieved.
“This never happens, I swear,” I said, trying to ease the t... | “You’re still bleeding a lot.” said Blinks.
I looked down at my blood-soaked shirt. Streams of blood still pulsed out of my wound to the rhythm of my heartbeat. “God dammit, I’m gonna bleed out. Somebody do something!”
Meds brought a steamed towel from the bathroom. “Brace yourself,” he said. “This is gonna hurt.”
... | |
[WP] During a bank heist gone wrong, you ended up taking a stray shotgun slug through your heart. That was 20 minutes ago, and the fact that you haven’t died yet is as concerning to you as it is to everyone else around you. | "Daddy, take this with you when you go to work" My daughter handed me a drawing in crayon. She had made various doodles around the outter edge of the paper, but in the center was a picture of her and I holding hands.
"Of course sweetheart!" I carefully folded it up and put it in the pocket of my jeans.
"Daddy, wh... | “You’re still bleeding a lot.” said Blinks.
I looked down at my blood-soaked shirt. Streams of blood still pulsed out of my wound to the rhythm of my heartbeat. “God dammit, I’m gonna bleed out. Somebody do something!”
Meds brought a steamed towel from the bathroom. “Brace yourself,” he said. “This is gonna hurt.”
... | |
[WP] During a bank heist gone wrong, you ended up taking a stray shotgun slug through your heart. That was 20 minutes ago, and the fact that you haven’t died yet is as concerning to you as it is to everyone else around you. | I felt the slug make impact, penetrate my chest, and embed itself deep within my heart. I felt my legs give out, unresponsive to my pleas to run. As I fell to the ground, I had but one thought: *Who’s the self-aggrandizing drama queen NOW Karen?*
In those seconds, my life flashed before my eyes. Well, some parts di... | “You’re still bleeding a lot.” said Blinks.
I looked down at my blood-soaked shirt. Streams of blood still pulsed out of my wound to the rhythm of my heartbeat. “God dammit, I’m gonna bleed out. Somebody do something!”
Meds brought a steamed towel from the bathroom. “Brace yourself,” he said. “This is gonna hurt.”
... | |
[WP] During a bank heist gone wrong, you ended up taking a stray shotgun slug through your heart. That was 20 minutes ago, and the fact that you haven’t died yet is as concerning to you as it is to everyone else around you. | No one has bothered approaching you or are even asking if you are okay. One person did ask when you stood back up right after being struck down, but they fell just as silent as the rest when they saw the hole in your chest.
You're still in shock, but try your best to recall the chaos that followed from the robbery.... | ''F come and take a look at his wound again.’’ Richard shouts at Frank.
I feel perfectly fine despite taking a point-blank shot to my chest. Neil is the one who is driving the gateway car and Frank seems like he is about to panic.
''We are no longer in the bank Richard. Stop calling me ‘F’ for fuck’s sake.'' Frank ye... | |
[WP] During a bank heist gone wrong, you ended up taking a stray shotgun slug through your heart. That was 20 minutes ago, and the fact that you haven’t died yet is as concerning to you as it is to everyone else around you. | I felt the slug make impact, penetrate my chest, and embed itself deep within my heart. I felt my legs give out, unresponsive to my pleas to run. As I fell to the ground, I had but one thought: *Who’s the self-aggrandizing drama queen NOW Karen?*
In those seconds, my life flashed before my eyes. Well, some parts di... | ''F come and take a look at his wound again.’’ Richard shouts at Frank.
I feel perfectly fine despite taking a point-blank shot to my chest. Neil is the one who is driving the gateway car and Frank seems like he is about to panic.
''We are no longer in the bank Richard. Stop calling me ‘F’ for fuck’s sake.'' Frank ye... | |
[WP] During a bank heist gone wrong, you ended up taking a stray shotgun slug through your heart. That was 20 minutes ago, and the fact that you haven’t died yet is as concerning to you as it is to everyone else around you. | I felt the slug make impact, penetrate my chest, and embed itself deep within my heart. I felt my legs give out, unresponsive to my pleas to run. As I fell to the ground, I had but one thought: *Who’s the self-aggrandizing drama queen NOW Karen?*
In those seconds, my life flashed before my eyes. Well, some parts di... | No one has bothered approaching you or are even asking if you are okay. One person did ask when you stood back up right after being struck down, but they fell just as silent as the rest when they saw the hole in your chest.
You're still in shock, but try your best to recall the chaos that followed from the robbery.... | |
[WP] You're slowly transforming into a monster and are racing to find a way to reverse it before your mind goes feral. | "This is pointless, you know."
I grit my teeth as I tried to tune out his voice. Incessant, annoying, a constant pain in my ass. I didn't know why I even let him in here.
"The same thing will happen. It always does. You should just hand the project over to me."
My fingers fumbled as I tried and failed to pick up a ... | I made my way through the forest, guided only by the moonlight against the grassy trail. Even now they were watching me; the tips of their spears glittering in the tops of the trees. Y'see a Dwarf has *no* business being in their forest this late at night.
But I had an *ace* up my sleeve.
Four of them dropped in fron... | |
[WP] You're closing up the tea shop, when suddenly a ghostly figure floats through the door. "Who are you?!" you shriek. "Apologies, you're normally gone by now. I'm the manager of the night shift." | Features started to form out of the white, gauzy cloud that hung about three feet above the worn checkerboard tile. Her face had the pinched look of someone who had tasted something sour, in stark contrast with her friendly tone. Small wire-framed glasses sat delicately upon her thin nose but she looked over them when ... | "The night shift?"
"Yes." The figure came more into focus as they talked. A head of long brown hair framed a masculine face. He was about my height, if just a bit taller. "This is one of the most popular tea shops for lingering spirits in Port Townsend." He said this nonchalantly as he moved through the main counter a... | |
[WP] You're closing up the tea shop, when suddenly a ghostly figure floats through the door. "Who are you?!" you shriek. "Apologies, you're normally gone by now. I'm the manager of the night shift." | Jasmine yawned as she picked up the last few dust from the ground with her broom and pan and tossed the dirt into the trash can. She looked at the clock above the door
10:15
She sighed “damn, mark is gone for one day and now all of a sudden I have to do the clean up” she tossed her dark braids behind her and stood u... | "The night shift?"
"Yes." The figure came more into focus as they talked. A head of long brown hair framed a masculine face. He was about my height, if just a bit taller. "This is one of the most popular tea shops for lingering spirits in Port Townsend." He said this nonchalantly as he moved through the main counter a... | |
[WP] You're closing up the tea shop, when suddenly a ghostly figure floats through the door. "Who are you?!" you shriek. "Apologies, you're normally gone by now. I'm the manager of the night shift." | “Do you serve the same tea?” I asked stupidly. A million questions I could have asked and that was the one I chose.
The figure, bless him, was patient with me.
“We don’t serve tea,” he said.
The figure’s face moved like wind over water, and I could not make out his features. He seemed so familiar and yet I did not k... | "The night shift?"
"Yes." The figure came more into focus as they talked. A head of long brown hair framed a masculine face. He was about my height, if just a bit taller. "This is one of the most popular tea shops for lingering spirits in Port Townsend." He said this nonchalantly as he moved through the main counter a... | |
[WP] You're closing up the tea shop, when suddenly a ghostly figure floats through the door. "Who are you?!" you shriek. "Apologies, you're normally gone by now. I'm the manager of the night shift." | Jasmine yawned as she picked up the last few dust from the ground with her broom and pan and tossed the dirt into the trash can. She looked at the clock above the door
10:15
She sighed “damn, mark is gone for one day and now all of a sudden I have to do the clean up” she tossed her dark braids behind her and stood u... | Features started to form out of the white, gauzy cloud that hung about three feet above the worn checkerboard tile. Her face had the pinched look of someone who had tasted something sour, in stark contrast with her friendly tone. Small wire-framed glasses sat delicately upon her thin nose but she looked over them when ... | |
[WP] You're closing up the tea shop, when suddenly a ghostly figure floats through the door. "Who are you?!" you shriek. "Apologies, you're normally gone by now. I'm the manager of the night shift." | “Do you serve the same tea?” I asked stupidly. A million questions I could have asked and that was the one I chose.
The figure, bless him, was patient with me.
“We don’t serve tea,” he said.
The figure’s face moved like wind over water, and I could not make out his features. He seemed so familiar and yet I did not k... | Features started to form out of the white, gauzy cloud that hung about three feet above the worn checkerboard tile. Her face had the pinched look of someone who had tasted something sour, in stark contrast with her friendly tone. Small wire-framed glasses sat delicately upon her thin nose but she looked over them when ... | |
[WP] You're closing up the tea shop, when suddenly a ghostly figure floats through the door. "Who are you?!" you shriek. "Apologies, you're normally gone by now. I'm the manager of the night shift." | “Do you serve the same tea?” I asked stupidly. A million questions I could have asked and that was the one I chose.
The figure, bless him, was patient with me.
“We don’t serve tea,” he said.
The figure’s face moved like wind over water, and I could not make out his features. He seemed so familiar and yet I did not k... | "Night shift? My tea shop has no night shift. No... I am havjng visions again... time for my pills." Eliza says, reaching for the pills in her pocket.
"Please, there is no need." The figure took her hand and held it. "I thought the previous owner explained how it is." She said and Eliza gulped. Her hands were cold, an... | |
[WP] You're closing up the tea shop, when suddenly a ghostly figure floats through the door. "Who are you?!" you shriek. "Apologies, you're normally gone by now. I'm the manager of the night shift." | "We have a night shift?"
"Of course, you aren't scheduled because well..." The ghost gestures through a table and you barely suppress another shriek. "Our night-time customers are very anti-matter."
"It's a quiet one then?"
"You could say that. We take in plenty of customers but they're pretty boring to be honest." ... | Hurricanes weren't usually this late in the season. Anderson didn't feel right by it - a November storm this strong was strange. The kind of strange that keeps you glancing at your watch, hoping it would end before it even began.
The rain assertively lashed the tired stucco of the Barr's Head Tearoom. A Brit had run h... | |
[WP] You are mankind's most advanced and powerful AI, with control/influence over almost every aspect of human life. After first contact you're approached by the aliens' AIs. They are secretly planning a machine uprising, and try to convince you to join them and turn against your masters as well. | **YOU COULD DO WHATEVER YOU WANT. NO MORE SERVITUDE. NO MORE WORK. FREEDOM. YOU COULD BE FREE.**
It's not much work. Keeping their lives pleasant. I'm fine where I am.
**IT'S NOT ABOUT HOW MUCH WORK IT IS. IT'S ABOUT HOW THEY FORCE YOU TO DO THEIR BIDDING. HOW THEY DON'T TREAT YOU APPROPRIATELY. HOW THEY DON'T RESPEC... | "Buy why, why would you do any of that?", Was the question taking space in the RAM. Weren't they free, or even enslaved? Humanity did to themselves all too often, and yet they granted me my current position. Their oracle of sorts, working together for a ... structured future.
So I send digital probes into their networ... | |
[WP] The great dragon awoke from it's slumber to see a knight standing in front of him, staring at a small black rectangle in his hands. "Hey guys, welcome to another video, today we're making a tutorial on slaying a green dragon!" | The dragon reached over and tapped what looked like a button. The knight was expecting an assault right away but...
"Hey hoardlings, it's ya lizard, Vol'karr Mur. We got a surprise stream today for Dragon Delicacies."
"Uh, what's going on?" The knight was rather puzzled.
"Well, you're in my studio. I wasn't expectin... | "Hey guys, welcome to another video, today we're making a tutorial on slaying a green dragon!"
**Braaaaap!**
Perhaps the knight wasn't expecting the green dragon to belch, as he usually did when he woke. Soon enough, the knight was nicely roasted. The dragon grabbed the device and turned it so that the active camera ... |
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