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[WP] Your name is Dave. People keep trying to call you other things, like "The Scourge of Seven Worlds," or "The Dread One," or "The Fifth Horseman." It's all very annoying. You just want to be called "Dave." | Dave was only 133 years old but he still got called "Bringer of Pollution" and "He who rides on a horse of plastic and rust". All dave did was make plastic comercially availlable and all of a sudden four people clad in respectively battle armor colored red with the blood of warriors, a long black cape made from the mis... | "The Four Horsemen have nothing on me....ALL will CALL ME by what I have demanded the whole tiiiiimeeee...! DAAAAAAAVE!"
Everyone. Every. Day. David. Ugh. Five Letters given to me at birth, they say a name of a king yet my kingdom is nowhere near a fief. Yet I trudge. Practically alone yet everyone wants me. "David Oh... | |
[WP] Your name is Dave. People keep trying to call you other things, like "The Scourge of Seven Worlds," or "The Dread One," or "The Fifth Horseman." It's all very annoying. You just want to be called "Dave." | Another robed, bearded man with far too much going on behind his eyes walked into work today.
My job is writing legal boilerplates, by the by. My name is Dave. Really. Dave. And Robe Guy is definitely violating the company dress code.
He's better than the Burning Man that came in LAST week, though. You know. Man. On ... | "The Four Horsemen have nothing on me....ALL will CALL ME by what I have demanded the whole tiiiiimeeee...! DAAAAAAAVE!"
Everyone. Every. Day. David. Ugh. Five Letters given to me at birth, they say a name of a king yet my kingdom is nowhere near a fief. Yet I trudge. Practically alone yet everyone wants me. "David Oh... | |
[WP] Your name is Dave. People keep trying to call you other things, like "The Scourge of Seven Worlds," or "The Dread One," or "The Fifth Horseman." It's all very annoying. You just want to be called "Dave." | I sat in a small cafe, sipping a single-shot cappuccino, and sighed.
In the corner nearby, hiding in the shadows, was a very nervous looking skeleton. His eyes, normally a burning flame of hatred and vengeance, looked downright apologetic. He kept looking up at me, and then down, sometimes knocking his bones together.... | "The Four Horsemen have nothing on me....ALL will CALL ME by what I have demanded the whole tiiiiimeeee...! DAAAAAAAVE!"
Everyone. Every. Day. David. Ugh. Five Letters given to me at birth, they say a name of a king yet my kingdom is nowhere near a fief. Yet I trudge. Practically alone yet everyone wants me. "David Oh... | |
[WP] Your name is Dave. People keep trying to call you other things, like "The Scourge of Seven Worlds," or "The Dread One," or "The Fifth Horseman." It's all very annoying. You just want to be called "Dave." | As soon as he came in, I could tell he was going to be one of \*those\* customers. He had the shaved head, gaunt face, coppery smell, and clothes from the 15th century that I'd come to associate with headaches and conversations that go in circles. "Welcome to Dave's Deli. What can I get for you today?" I say as I try t... | "The Four Horsemen have nothing on me....ALL will CALL ME by what I have demanded the whole tiiiiimeeee...! DAAAAAAAVE!"
Everyone. Every. Day. David. Ugh. Five Letters given to me at birth, they say a name of a king yet my kingdom is nowhere near a fief. Yet I trudge. Practically alone yet everyone wants me. "David Oh... | |
[WP] Your name is Dave. People keep trying to call you other things, like "The Scourge of Seven Worlds," or "The Dread One," or "The Fifth Horseman." It's all very annoying. You just want to be called "Dave." | I did everything right. For the last year, I just focused on self-betterment. Eating healthy, working out, saving and investing my money, listening to NPR, listening to Joe Rogan, meditating, doing yoga but not in gay way, not that there’s anything wrong with being gay, I’ve got plenty of gay friends, but I digress….. ... | "Dave. It's Dave. That's what you're going to call me."
He started and ended another morning with his chin resting on the cold window pane. The winter dragged on, the Christmas lights had gone, their absence piercing the afternoon sunlight. A blank sheet of snow was comfort enough.
He had to wait for them to appear. ... | |
[WP] Your name is Dave. People keep trying to call you other things, like "The Scourge of Seven Worlds," or "The Dread One," or "The Fifth Horseman." It's all very annoying. You just want to be called "Dave." | Dave was only 133 years old but he still got called "Bringer of Pollution" and "He who rides on a horse of plastic and rust". All dave did was make plastic comercially availlable and all of a sudden four people clad in respectively battle armor colored red with the blood of warriors, a long black cape made from the mis... | "Dave. It's Dave. That's what you're going to call me."
He started and ended another morning with his chin resting on the cold window pane. The winter dragged on, the Christmas lights had gone, their absence piercing the afternoon sunlight. A blank sheet of snow was comfort enough.
He had to wait for them to appear. ... | |
[WP] Your name is Dave. People keep trying to call you other things, like "The Scourge of Seven Worlds," or "The Dread One," or "The Fifth Horseman." It's all very annoying. You just want to be called "Dave." | Another robed, bearded man with far too much going on behind his eyes walked into work today.
My job is writing legal boilerplates, by the by. My name is Dave. Really. Dave. And Robe Guy is definitely violating the company dress code.
He's better than the Burning Man that came in LAST week, though. You know. Man. On ... | "Dave. It's Dave. That's what you're going to call me."
He started and ended another morning with his chin resting on the cold window pane. The winter dragged on, the Christmas lights had gone, their absence piercing the afternoon sunlight. A blank sheet of snow was comfort enough.
He had to wait for them to appear. ... | |
[WP] Your name is Dave. People keep trying to call you other things, like "The Scourge of Seven Worlds," or "The Dread One," or "The Fifth Horseman." It's all very annoying. You just want to be called "Dave." | I sat in a small cafe, sipping a single-shot cappuccino, and sighed.
In the corner nearby, hiding in the shadows, was a very nervous looking skeleton. His eyes, normally a burning flame of hatred and vengeance, looked downright apologetic. He kept looking up at me, and then down, sometimes knocking his bones together.... | "Dave. It's Dave. That's what you're going to call me."
He started and ended another morning with his chin resting on the cold window pane. The winter dragged on, the Christmas lights had gone, their absence piercing the afternoon sunlight. A blank sheet of snow was comfort enough.
He had to wait for them to appear. ... | |
[WP] Your name is Dave. People keep trying to call you other things, like "The Scourge of Seven Worlds," or "The Dread One," or "The Fifth Horseman." It's all very annoying. You just want to be called "Dave." | As soon as he came in, I could tell he was going to be one of \*those\* customers. He had the shaved head, gaunt face, coppery smell, and clothes from the 15th century that I'd come to associate with headaches and conversations that go in circles. "Welcome to Dave's Deli. What can I get for you today?" I say as I try t... | "Dave. It's Dave. That's what you're going to call me."
He started and ended another morning with his chin resting on the cold window pane. The winter dragged on, the Christmas lights had gone, their absence piercing the afternoon sunlight. A blank sheet of snow was comfort enough.
He had to wait for them to appear. ... | |
[WP] Your name is Dave. People keep trying to call you other things, like "The Scourge of Seven Worlds," or "The Dread One," or "The Fifth Horseman." It's all very annoying. You just want to be called "Dave." | I did everything right. For the last year, I just focused on self-betterment. Eating healthy, working out, saving and investing my money, listening to NPR, listening to Joe Rogan, meditating, doing yoga but not in gay way, not that there’s anything wrong with being gay, I’ve got plenty of gay friends, but I digress….. ... | “The antichrist”. “Satan”. “The devil”. You probably know me better from those names, right? Thing is, none of those are correct. I’m genuinely just called Dave.
I don’t know how on earth - for it is only on earth that this misconception seems to have occurred - my name got lost in translation over the years. I’ve tri... | |
[WP] Your name is Dave. People keep trying to call you other things, like "The Scourge of Seven Worlds," or "The Dread One," or "The Fifth Horseman." It's all very annoying. You just want to be called "Dave." | Another robed, bearded man with far too much going on behind his eyes walked into work today.
My job is writing legal boilerplates, by the by. My name is Dave. Really. Dave. And Robe Guy is definitely violating the company dress code.
He's better than the Burning Man that came in LAST week, though. You know. Man. On ... | Dave was only 133 years old but he still got called "Bringer of Pollution" and "He who rides on a horse of plastic and rust". All dave did was make plastic comercially availlable and all of a sudden four people clad in respectively battle armor colored red with the blood of warriors, a long black cape made from the mis... | |
[WP] Your name is Dave. People keep trying to call you other things, like "The Scourge of Seven Worlds," or "The Dread One," or "The Fifth Horseman." It's all very annoying. You just want to be called "Dave." | I sat in a small cafe, sipping a single-shot cappuccino, and sighed.
In the corner nearby, hiding in the shadows, was a very nervous looking skeleton. His eyes, normally a burning flame of hatred and vengeance, looked downright apologetic. He kept looking up at me, and then down, sometimes knocking his bones together.... | Dave was only 133 years old but he still got called "Bringer of Pollution" and "He who rides on a horse of plastic and rust". All dave did was make plastic comercially availlable and all of a sudden four people clad in respectively battle armor colored red with the blood of warriors, a long black cape made from the mis... | |
[WP] Your name is Dave. People keep trying to call you other things, like "The Scourge of Seven Worlds," or "The Dread One," or "The Fifth Horseman." It's all very annoying. You just want to be called "Dave." | As soon as he came in, I could tell he was going to be one of \*those\* customers. He had the shaved head, gaunt face, coppery smell, and clothes from the 15th century that I'd come to associate with headaches and conversations that go in circles. "Welcome to Dave's Deli. What can I get for you today?" I say as I try t... | Dave was only 133 years old but he still got called "Bringer of Pollution" and "He who rides on a horse of plastic and rust". All dave did was make plastic comercially availlable and all of a sudden four people clad in respectively battle armor colored red with the blood of warriors, a long black cape made from the mis... | |
[WP] Your name is Dave. People keep trying to call you other things, like "The Scourge of Seven Worlds," or "The Dread One," or "The Fifth Horseman." It's all very annoying. You just want to be called "Dave." | I sat in a small cafe, sipping a single-shot cappuccino, and sighed.
In the corner nearby, hiding in the shadows, was a very nervous looking skeleton. His eyes, normally a burning flame of hatred and vengeance, looked downright apologetic. He kept looking up at me, and then down, sometimes knocking his bones together.... | Another robed, bearded man with far too much going on behind his eyes walked into work today.
My job is writing legal boilerplates, by the by. My name is Dave. Really. Dave. And Robe Guy is definitely violating the company dress code.
He's better than the Burning Man that came in LAST week, though. You know. Man. On ... | |
[WP] Your name is Dave. People keep trying to call you other things, like "The Scourge of Seven Worlds," or "The Dread One," or "The Fifth Horseman." It's all very annoying. You just want to be called "Dave." | I... I think I'm adopted.
For one, my dad doesn't look anything like me... He says we have the same eyes, but he doesn't even have a third for fourth eye lid. I don't know what to believe, but he says I'll understand when I'm older. I am only... one hundred and eighty six years? No, one hundred and eighty seven year... | Hi! It's me, Dave?
Sorry, it was an old photo on my dating profile. Before the flames. Yeah, that's my bad.
Anyway, so you say you're into...look, stop screaming. What's wrong?
Well, Susan, I'm sorry about the demons, but I've ruled this world for a while now, I thought you'd be used to them.
No, I think things ar... | |
[WP] Your name is Dave. People keep trying to call you other things, like "The Scourge of Seven Worlds," or "The Dread One," or "The Fifth Horseman." It's all very annoying. You just want to be called "Dave." | As soon as he came in, I could tell he was going to be one of \*those\* customers. He had the shaved head, gaunt face, coppery smell, and clothes from the 15th century that I'd come to associate with headaches and conversations that go in circles. "Welcome to Dave's Deli. What can I get for you today?" I say as I try t... | Hi! It's me, Dave?
Sorry, it was an old photo on my dating profile. Before the flames. Yeah, that's my bad.
Anyway, so you say you're into...look, stop screaming. What's wrong?
Well, Susan, I'm sorry about the demons, but I've ruled this world for a while now, I thought you'd be used to them.
No, I think things ar... | |
[WP] Your name is Dave. People keep trying to call you other things, like "The Scourge of Seven Worlds," or "The Dread One," or "The Fifth Horseman." It's all very annoying. You just want to be called "Dave." | As soon as he came in, I could tell he was going to be one of \*those\* customers. He had the shaved head, gaunt face, coppery smell, and clothes from the 15th century that I'd come to associate with headaches and conversations that go in circles. "Welcome to Dave's Deli. What can I get for you today?" I say as I try t... | I... I think I'm adopted.
For one, my dad doesn't look anything like me... He says we have the same eyes, but he doesn't even have a third for fourth eye lid. I don't know what to believe, but he says I'll understand when I'm older. I am only... one hundred and eighty six years? No, one hundred and eighty seven year... | |
[WP] Your name is Dave. People keep trying to call you other things, like "The Scourge of Seven Worlds," or "The Dread One," or "The Fifth Horseman." It's all very annoying. You just want to be called "Dave." | As soon as he came in, I could tell he was going to be one of \*those\* customers. He had the shaved head, gaunt face, coppery smell, and clothes from the 15th century that I'd come to associate with headaches and conversations that go in circles. "Welcome to Dave's Deli. What can I get for you today?" I say as I try t... | Nothing ever seemed to come easily for Dave. Ask the general to lead an army to siege the wall of Galanth? Failure. Dave had to do the job himself, *and* get a new general. Ask for meals to not include pickles, ever? The green monsters showed up at least once a week, no matter who cooked for him.
Fighting a war as sup... | |
[WP] Your name is Dave. People keep trying to call you other things, like "The Scourge of Seven Worlds," or "The Dread One," or "The Fifth Horseman." It's all very annoying. You just want to be called "Dave." | Davenkothet Keelzedar Vargetorix, he whose heart devours hope and whose whispers cower gods, had not always been called Davenkothet Keelzedar Vargetorix.
His mother, Ketra Davidson, a simple yet educated barista who enjoyed romance novels, Victorian history, knitting, and gore-core movies from the 1970s, had dubbed hi... | I pushed open the door to the tavern and walked in, shaking the rain off of my coat. The noises of the common-room rolled over me; glasses clinking, cloths rustling and the slow steady hum of conversation. Then they began to notice. Silence spread out, like ripples in a pond as the patrons of *The Last Stand* realized... | |
[WP] A necromancer doesn't know that he can bring back the dead using magic, he just thinks he's a really good doctor. | For years they had called him an ambulance chaser, a parasite, a drain on society. Even in law school most of his peers had either laughed at him or avoided him. Those who had gone into law to protect civil rights called him immoral, and those who had chosen law in order to make a ton of money called him an idiot.
But... | The woman's heels clicked softly across the floor, _click click click_, as she followed the waiter to the window booth where the man was sitting. Although he was gazing out of the window, his face turned away from her, she knew- as did most of the city- what he looked like. His face was splashed across billboards all a... | |
[WP] A necromancer doesn't know that he can bring back the dead using magic, he just thinks he's a really good doctor. | My pager went off. It only does for the worst kinds of emergencies. I stand up, a half-eaten lunch already forgotten on the cafeteria table. I start running to the emergency department. Other doctors and nurses step aside quickly. They know what it means when I am running.
Someone has died.
I don't know how I got the... | The woman's heels clicked softly across the floor, _click click click_, as she followed the waiter to the window booth where the man was sitting. Although he was gazing out of the window, his face turned away from her, she knew- as did most of the city- what he looked like. His face was splashed across billboards all a... | |
[WP] A necromancer doesn't know that he can bring back the dead using magic, he just thinks he's a really good doctor. | I've always been a good surgeon. It started when I was young, you see. I always had a fascination with more... macabre pursuits. I would wander in the woods outside of my family's manor and if I were ever to come across a corpse of an animal dedicated from a fresh kill, well, I wouldn't be able to help myself. I wanted... | The woman's heels clicked softly across the floor, _click click click_, as she followed the waiter to the window booth where the man was sitting. Although he was gazing out of the window, his face turned away from her, she knew- as did most of the city- what he looked like. His face was splashed across billboards all a... | |
[WP] A necromancer doesn't know that he can bring back the dead using magic, he just thinks he's a really good doctor. | "Well... shit." Dr. B said as soon as she was back in the surgical workroom, away from the patient's frantic family. She slipped into the chair as the rest of the trauma team filed in behind her, crowding around the single computer as Dr. B pulled up the CT.
"Can't believe he was still talking, let alone awake with a ... | The woman's heels clicked softly across the floor, _click click click_, as she followed the waiter to the window booth where the man was sitting. Although he was gazing out of the window, his face turned away from her, she knew- as did most of the city- what he looked like. His face was splashed across billboards all a... | |
[WP] A necromancer doesn't know that he can bring back the dead using magic, he just thinks he's a really good doctor. | The perks were great, the nice car, the good-sized house, the awards, recognition from peers. After all, being the country’s leading cardiologist and heart surgeon took a lot of skill and technical ability. Well, I like to let them think that anyway.
I haven’t lost a patient in 6 years. It shouldn’t be possible, I do ... | The woman's heels clicked softly across the floor, _click click click_, as she followed the waiter to the window booth where the man was sitting. Although he was gazing out of the window, his face turned away from her, she knew- as did most of the city- what he looked like. His face was splashed across billboards all a... | |
[WP] A necromancer doesn't know that he can bring back the dead using magic, he just thinks he's a really good doctor. | My pager went off. It only does for the worst kinds of emergencies. I stand up, a half-eaten lunch already forgotten on the cafeteria table. I start running to the emergency department. Other doctors and nurses step aside quickly. They know what it means when I am running.
Someone has died.
I don't know how I got the... | For years they had called him an ambulance chaser, a parasite, a drain on society. Even in law school most of his peers had either laughed at him or avoided him. Those who had gone into law to protect civil rights called him immoral, and those who had chosen law in order to make a ton of money called him an idiot.
But... | |
[WP] A necromancer doesn't know that he can bring back the dead using magic, he just thinks he's a really good doctor. | I've always been a good surgeon. It started when I was young, you see. I always had a fascination with more... macabre pursuits. I would wander in the woods outside of my family's manor and if I were ever to come across a corpse of an animal dedicated from a fresh kill, well, I wouldn't be able to help myself. I wanted... | Doctor Jonathan prepared his tools; various vials of fluids with varying viscosity - from those with that of water to those with the viscosity of tar, but sickeningly green, syringes of bronze, tin and silver of the needlessly large kind and of course plenty of belts and ropes to restrain the subject as the procedures ... | |
[WP] A necromancer doesn't know that he can bring back the dead using magic, he just thinks he's a really good doctor. | "Well... shit." Dr. B said as soon as she was back in the surgical workroom, away from the patient's frantic family. She slipped into the chair as the rest of the trauma team filed in behind her, crowding around the single computer as Dr. B pulled up the CT.
"Can't believe he was still talking, let alone awake with a ... | Doctor Jonathan prepared his tools; various vials of fluids with varying viscosity - from those with that of water to those with the viscosity of tar, but sickeningly green, syringes of bronze, tin and silver of the needlessly large kind and of course plenty of belts and ropes to restrain the subject as the procedures ... | |
[WP] A necromancer doesn't know that he can bring back the dead using magic, he just thinks he's a really good doctor. | The perks were great, the nice car, the good-sized house, the awards, recognition from peers. After all, being the country’s leading cardiologist and heart surgeon took a lot of skill and technical ability. Well, I like to let them think that anyway.
I haven’t lost a patient in 6 years. It shouldn’t be possible, I do ... | Doctor Jonathan prepared his tools; various vials of fluids with varying viscosity - from those with that of water to those with the viscosity of tar, but sickeningly green, syringes of bronze, tin and silver of the needlessly large kind and of course plenty of belts and ropes to restrain the subject as the procedures ... | |
[WP] A necromancer doesn't know that he can bring back the dead using magic, he just thinks he's a really good doctor. | Life is good. Hard work pays off. After all those hours in medical school it turns out I'm a natural prodigy when I get my hands on a patient. It all started on my second ER all nighter. Man with a surely fatal stab wound came under my care. Walked out just fine a few hours later. A miracle really, I thought we lost hi... | My methods may be slightly unusual but the results are undeniable. I have brought people back from the verge of death, sometimes back from death itself! All of this was a massive relief to me as I faked my qualifications to become a doctor. I had nothing to worry about, it didn't matter that I didn't know what that wei... | |
[WP] A necromancer doesn't know that he can bring back the dead using magic, he just thinks he's a really good doctor. | Warning: some profanity
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I could taste the goddamn necromagic as soon as I walked in. Rotten flesh, mold, and the alcohol scent of mana boiling it all into my nose. Makes my insides curl. And here it covers everything like someone smeared bodies all over the place. Of course the patients in the waiting room ... | My methods may be slightly unusual but the results are undeniable. I have brought people back from the verge of death, sometimes back from death itself! All of this was a massive relief to me as I faked my qualifications to become a doctor. I had nothing to worry about, it didn't matter that I didn't know what that wei... | |
[WP] A necromancer doesn't know that he can bring back the dead using magic, he just thinks he's a really good doctor. | "It's always darkest before the dawn."
That quote describes my whole career, and my best medical cases.
You see, I used to be a perfectly average doctor. I graduated med school with C's and B's, and went on to work in a perfectly average hospital in a suburb of Ohio. I did my best to keep people healthy and happy, or... | My methods may be slightly unusual but the results are undeniable. I have brought people back from the verge of death, sometimes back from death itself! All of this was a massive relief to me as I faked my qualifications to become a doctor. I had nothing to worry about, it didn't matter that I didn't know what that wei... | |
[WP] A necromancer doesn't know that he can bring back the dead using magic, he just thinks he's a really good doctor. | ​
The man had had his entire abdomen sliced open. Blood gushed out. Looking down, I could see multiple lacerations in his organs. His liver was almost in half, and acid from the sliced open stomach coated it.
I wrinkled my nose and looked at the woman. “This… I’m sorry. Whatever has caused him to sustain s... | My methods may be slightly unusual but the results are undeniable. I have brought people back from the verge of death, sometimes back from death itself! All of this was a massive relief to me as I faked my qualifications to become a doctor. I had nothing to worry about, it didn't matter that I didn't know what that wei... | |
[WP] A necromancer doesn't know that he can bring back the dead using magic, he just thinks he's a really good doctor. | Warning: some profanity
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I could taste the goddamn necromagic as soon as I walked in. Rotten flesh, mold, and the alcohol scent of mana boiling it all into my nose. Makes my insides curl. And here it covers everything like someone smeared bodies all over the place. Of course the patients in the waiting room ... | Life is good. Hard work pays off. After all those hours in medical school it turns out I'm a natural prodigy when I get my hands on a patient. It all started on my second ER all nighter. Man with a surely fatal stab wound came under my care. Walked out just fine a few hours later. A miracle really, I thought we lost hi... | |
[WP] A necromancer doesn't know that he can bring back the dead using magic, he just thinks he's a really good doctor. | "It's always darkest before the dawn."
That quote describes my whole career, and my best medical cases.
You see, I used to be a perfectly average doctor. I graduated med school with C's and B's, and went on to work in a perfectly average hospital in a suburb of Ohio. I did my best to keep people healthy and happy, or... | Life is good. Hard work pays off. After all those hours in medical school it turns out I'm a natural prodigy when I get my hands on a patient. It all started on my second ER all nighter. Man with a surely fatal stab wound came under my care. Walked out just fine a few hours later. A miracle really, I thought we lost hi... | |
[WP] A necromancer doesn't know that he can bring back the dead using magic, he just thinks he's a really good doctor. | "It's always darkest before the dawn."
That quote describes my whole career, and my best medical cases.
You see, I used to be a perfectly average doctor. I graduated med school with C's and B's, and went on to work in a perfectly average hospital in a suburb of Ohio. I did my best to keep people healthy and happy, or... | Warning: some profanity
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I could taste the goddamn necromagic as soon as I walked in. Rotten flesh, mold, and the alcohol scent of mana boiling it all into my nose. Makes my insides curl. And here it covers everything like someone smeared bodies all over the place. Of course the patients in the waiting room ... | |
[WP] You wake up after a cataclysmic event to find out that everyone around you is in stasis. You are met face to face with a being known as an Arbiter where you have to answer his questions as he audits the human race. Only you can save humanity. | I was having trouble processing what he'd said. People all in stasis? "What about airplane pilots? The planes are still in the air flying; are they going to crash?"
He smiled and made a note on the paper attached to his clipboard: "Concern for others, one point." Then he asked "Is someone you know flying today?"
... | The sheets were rumpled around him as Jacob crawled out of bed. He stretched his hands out above him dramatically and half yawned, half groaned as the stretch sent up a shiver of pleasure.
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He was a morning person often to the disappointment of most of the people he interacted with on a daily basis. As w... | |
[WP] You wake up after a cataclysmic event to find out that everyone around you is in stasis. You are met face to face with a being known as an Arbiter where you have to answer his questions as he audits the human race. Only you can save humanity. | I was having trouble processing what he'd said. People all in stasis? "What about airplane pilots? The planes are still in the air flying; are they going to crash?"
He smiled and made a note on the paper attached to his clipboard: "Concern for others, one point." Then he asked "Is someone you know flying today?"
... | Standing on what used to be the roof of the John Hancock Building in downtown Boston, I surveyed the damage. The fires have finally settled on their own, since there is no longer a firefighting crew to take care of them. Looking over at the freeway, the cars are all at a dead stop, with the dead still behind each whe... | |
[WP] You die as a devoted Christian, having served your life converting others. St Peter reads the stats he has in his book including how many people you converted to Christianity, and surprisingly you beat some high scores... Including jesus's. | "Uhh, shit, well, this is awkward." The man on the podium said, looking over the scores he had on whatever sheet of paper he was holding, he looked down with me at a smile, "Hold on a second, I've gotta call someone.
He grabbed a phone, and walked through the pearly gates, "Yo Jesus, you've been bested."
A man sudden... | The light was bright, but not too bright. It reminded me of a warm spring day. You’d squint at the sun as its rays caressed your face, just barely strong enough to combat the chill from a slight breeze. It was a warm blanket that made me feel truly secure for the first time in my life.
Or, I suppose, the first time in... | |
[WP] You die as a devoted Christian, having served your life converting others. St Peter reads the stats he has in his book including how many people you converted to Christianity, and surprisingly you beat some high scores... Including jesus's. | "Uhh, shit, well, this is awkward." The man on the podium said, looking over the scores he had on whatever sheet of paper he was holding, he looked down with me at a smile, "Hold on a second, I've gotta call someone.
He grabbed a phone, and walked through the pearly gates, "Yo Jesus, you've been bested."
A man sudden... | "Thank God my faith was correct all these times!"
That was what I said to myself when I saw the pearly gates in heaven.
As a priest, I always had my doubt in the darkest parts of my mind. It's certainly a shame for those close minded atheists.
The man standing in front of the closed gate chuckled as he approached m... | |
[WP] To be Samurai is to be Honor personified. To be a Viking is to be Rage personified. To be a Centurion is to be Strength personified. But your people are much different. To be a warrior of your kind, you must be Death personified. | Every respectable warrior, whether of the northern barbarians, the eastern warlords, or the southern empire, are all the same. They think that death is an honor. That to die for your liege or people is to make up for the cost of death. How arrogant are they, that they think they can die? How foolish are they, that they... | Death... Many think of it as a destination, a conclusion that comes after life, and living has come to an end, for me and my kin who the joys of life have abandoned... We have learned to embrace the call of death, We relish it's coming and wish for All to share our conviction. Let me tell you of my people; The keyboard... | |
[WP] To be Samurai is to be Honor personified. To be a Viking is to be Rage personified. To be a Centurion is to be Strength personified. But your people are much different. To be a warrior of your kind, you must be Death personified. | —*Pinches morros*, they never learn —, uttered 'Piedra' as he holstered his golden, semi-automatic 9mm gun in his belt—. Every day's the same shit. Don't you ever get tired, Franco? Of all this?
—Not really —, you answer, indifferent.
—You're a *cabrón*, you know? That's why the boss likes you. You have *huevos*.
Yo... | Death... Many think of it as a destination, a conclusion that comes after life, and living has come to an end, for me and my kin who the joys of life have abandoned... We have learned to embrace the call of death, We relish it's coming and wish for All to share our conviction. Let me tell you of my people; The keyboard... | |
[WP] To be Samurai is to be Honor personified. To be a Viking is to be Rage personified. To be a Centurion is to be Strength personified. But your people are much different. To be a warrior of your kind, you must be Death personified. | To be a warrior is to be an avatar. Honor, Courage, Rage, Strength, Discipline, and more; but there is always one that stands above the rest to each person, to each people.
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Honor is easy: while its warriors call challenges to one another, we simply go around them and slaughter their kin and plunder the... | Death... Many think of it as a destination, a conclusion that comes after life, and living has come to an end, for me and my kin who the joys of life have abandoned... We have learned to embrace the call of death, We relish it's coming and wish for All to share our conviction. Let me tell you of my people; The keyboard... | |
[WP] To be Samurai is to be Honor personified. To be a Viking is to be Rage personified. To be a Centurion is to be Strength personified. But your people are much different. To be a warrior of your kind, you must be Death personified. | Ashes swirled as the quiet clashing of the last warriors came to a close. Their bodies broken and tired from the hours of death, and violence they had wrought against one another. With a gloomy snort, I pulled away the flap to my tent, and so my battlefield was opened to me. My attendants followed behind me as I survey... | Death... Many think of it as a destination, a conclusion that comes after life, and living has come to an end, for me and my kin who the joys of life have abandoned... We have learned to embrace the call of death, We relish it's coming and wish for All to share our conviction. Let me tell you of my people; The keyboard... | |
[WP] To be Samurai is to be Honor personified. To be a Viking is to be Rage personified. To be a Centurion is to be Strength personified. But your people are much different. To be a warrior of your kind, you must be Death personified. | Quellen stepped out from hiding behind the parked armored vehicle that guarded the base and with only the whisper of a shuffled step drove the knife into the soldier’s neck. He kept moving not needing to check the body. Death was his mission, his hobby, his art. Alarms sounded as he moved toward the next guard alrea... | Death... Many think of it as a destination, a conclusion that comes after life, and living has come to an end, for me and my kin who the joys of life have abandoned... We have learned to embrace the call of death, We relish it's coming and wish for All to share our conviction. Let me tell you of my people; The keyboard... | |
[WP] To be Samurai is to be Honor personified. To be a Viking is to be Rage personified. To be a Centurion is to be Strength personified. But your people are much different. To be a warrior of your kind, you must be Death personified. | Every respectable warrior, whether of the northern barbarians, the eastern warlords, or the southern empire, are all the same. They think that death is an honor. That to die for your liege or people is to make up for the cost of death. How arrogant are they, that they think they can die? How foolish are they, that they... | To be a Samurai was to have honor personified, with regal loyalty to their master and endless pride in honing their skills in using a katana.
To be a Viking is to know rage, fierce and loyal to Njǫror with the same unrelenting will as the tides and storms.
To be a centurion is to pride yourself on strength, resilie... | |
[WP] To be Samurai is to be Honor personified. To be a Viking is to be Rage personified. To be a Centurion is to be Strength personified. But your people are much different. To be a warrior of your kind, you must be Death personified. | —*Pinches morros*, they never learn —, uttered 'Piedra' as he holstered his golden, semi-automatic 9mm gun in his belt—. Every day's the same shit. Don't you ever get tired, Franco? Of all this?
—Not really —, you answer, indifferent.
—You're a *cabrón*, you know? That's why the boss likes you. You have *huevos*.
Yo... | To be a Samurai was to have honor personified, with regal loyalty to their master and endless pride in honing their skills in using a katana.
To be a Viking is to know rage, fierce and loyal to Njǫror with the same unrelenting will as the tides and storms.
To be a centurion is to pride yourself on strength, resilie... | |
[WP] To be Samurai is to be Honor personified. To be a Viking is to be Rage personified. To be a Centurion is to be Strength personified. But your people are much different. To be a warrior of your kind, you must be Death personified. | To be a warrior is to be an avatar. Honor, Courage, Rage, Strength, Discipline, and more; but there is always one that stands above the rest to each person, to each people.
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Honor is easy: while its warriors call challenges to one another, we simply go around them and slaughter their kin and plunder the... | To be a Samurai was to have honor personified, with regal loyalty to their master and endless pride in honing their skills in using a katana.
To be a Viking is to know rage, fierce and loyal to Njǫror with the same unrelenting will as the tides and storms.
To be a centurion is to pride yourself on strength, resilie... | |
[WP] To be Samurai is to be Honor personified. To be a Viking is to be Rage personified. To be a Centurion is to be Strength personified. But your people are much different. To be a warrior of your kind, you must be Death personified. | Ashes swirled as the quiet clashing of the last warriors came to a close. Their bodies broken and tired from the hours of death, and violence they had wrought against one another. With a gloomy snort, I pulled away the flap to my tent, and so my battlefield was opened to me. My attendants followed behind me as I survey... | To be a Samurai was to have honor personified, with regal loyalty to their master and endless pride in honing their skills in using a katana.
To be a Viking is to know rage, fierce and loyal to Njǫror with the same unrelenting will as the tides and storms.
To be a centurion is to pride yourself on strength, resilie... | |
[WP] To be Samurai is to be Honor personified. To be a Viking is to be Rage personified. To be a Centurion is to be Strength personified. But your people are much different. To be a warrior of your kind, you must be Death personified. | To be a warrior is to be an avatar. Honor, Courage, Rage, Strength, Discipline, and more; but there is always one that stands above the rest to each person, to each people.
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Honor is easy: while its warriors call challenges to one another, we simply go around them and slaughter their kin and plunder the... | Every respectable warrior, whether of the northern barbarians, the eastern warlords, or the southern empire, are all the same. They think that death is an honor. That to die for your liege or people is to make up for the cost of death. How arrogant are they, that they think they can die? How foolish are they, that they... | |
[WP] To be Samurai is to be Honor personified. To be a Viking is to be Rage personified. To be a Centurion is to be Strength personified. But your people are much different. To be a warrior of your kind, you must be Death personified. | Ashes swirled as the quiet clashing of the last warriors came to a close. Their bodies broken and tired from the hours of death, and violence they had wrought against one another. With a gloomy snort, I pulled away the flap to my tent, and so my battlefield was opened to me. My attendants followed behind me as I survey... | Every respectable warrior, whether of the northern barbarians, the eastern warlords, or the southern empire, are all the same. They think that death is an honor. That to die for your liege or people is to make up for the cost of death. How arrogant are they, that they think they can die? How foolish are they, that they... | |
[WP] To be Samurai is to be Honor personified. To be a Viking is to be Rage personified. To be a Centurion is to be Strength personified. But your people are much different. To be a warrior of your kind, you must be Death personified. | Quellen stepped out from hiding behind the parked armored vehicle that guarded the base and with only the whisper of a shuffled step drove the knife into the soldier’s neck. He kept moving not needing to check the body. Death was his mission, his hobby, his art. Alarms sounded as he moved toward the next guard alrea... | "You are *forbidden*!" Shouted Dayamaise. He rested atop his throne, fashioned of fallen warriors. His dark brows were serious, his white beard swaying in the wind.
"Lord Father, the youth are restless, and I among them!" I objected.
A resonant, guttural growl began at the back of Lord Dayamaise's throat. "You are ye... | |
[WP] To be Samurai is to be Honor personified. To be a Viking is to be Rage personified. To be a Centurion is to be Strength personified. But your people are much different. To be a warrior of your kind, you must be Death personified. | When fighting beckons, each tribe of people have their own way of fighting. This defines them, and how they kill.
The Samurai of the East come from a land of plenty. Their history of looking out for one another gave birth to their way of war, Honor. They fight face to face, in carefully chosen duels. They strike at no... | "You are *forbidden*!" Shouted Dayamaise. He rested atop his throne, fashioned of fallen warriors. His dark brows were serious, his white beard swaying in the wind.
"Lord Father, the youth are restless, and I among them!" I objected.
A resonant, guttural growl began at the back of Lord Dayamaise's throat. "You are ye... | |
ANTAGONIST! For the love of all that is holy, antagonist! | [WP] as the Main Character, you've enjoyed plot armour and the inability to die. After countless battles with the Protagonist you've come to an ugly realization - the Author is a moralist and the protagonist has plot armour too. You resolve to eliminate the evil by whatever means necessary. | “Ha ha! I have done it” said Graild the Mighty main character of all main characters or whatever else he wishes to call himself.
“Finally I have the loophole that will kill BBG, Karel the Evil Antilight!” Or Karel the shoe stealer as everyone else calls him.
Graild, yipping with joy, then explained what is going on i... | *I've always known I was different. Well, not always. It started when I was recruited into The Agency at 18. During training, I slipped and fell from a tall tree, but hit the branches in the perfect manner as to only break my arm. At 19, in my second year, I nearly drowned when a bullet struck my left calf during a... |
[WP] You come from a long line of healers who are capable of healing any living thing with a single touch. You have yet to receive your powers, but you store dying plants in your home to check for your powers every morning. One day, you wake up, touch one of the plants, and it withers completely. | "NO!"
My hand recoiled in terror. Clutching it to my chest, and breathing deep to avoid hyperventilating, I stared numbly at the plant's withered form, unwilling to believe what I was looking at.
I looked at another plant and reached out, hand shaking, touching it with the tip of two of my fingers. I don't know what ... | “Sister, you can’t be serious.”
“Of course I am. He’s a monster.”
“He’s a *boy*.”
“He’s always been trouble.”
“He’s a boy.”
“He’s a killer.”
Silence. Wither sat with his back to the door, the shadows cast by their feet leaking into his dark room. In his hands, he held a rag doll with button-eyes, twisting his dai... | |
[WP] You come from a long line of healers who are capable of healing any living thing with a single touch. You have yet to receive your powers, but you store dying plants in your home to check for your powers every morning. One day, you wake up, touch one of the plants, and it withers completely. | The sun was beating down hard as a lone figure approached the town. The man was covered from head to toe despite the temperature. His lips were cracked and he desperately ran his tongue over them. But his tongue itself felt like cardboard.
One would be hard pressed to call the place a town. It was more a collection o... | “Sister, you can’t be serious.”
“Of course I am. He’s a monster.”
“He’s a *boy*.”
“He’s always been trouble.”
“He’s a boy.”
“He’s a killer.”
Silence. Wither sat with his back to the door, the shadows cast by their feet leaking into his dark room. In his hands, he held a rag doll with button-eyes, twisting his dai... | |
[WP] You come from a long line of healers who are capable of healing any living thing with a single touch. You have yet to receive your powers, but you store dying plants in your home to check for your powers every morning. One day, you wake up, touch one of the plants, and it withers completely. | “”Every Diothena was born a healer,” John said, “you just need to give it some time.”
I was a Diothena, son of the great healer; Edgar Diothena. I just didn’t have the power to heal. I kept dying plants in my room and tried each day to rejuvenate them with my touch. Nothing ever happened.
I gave my brother John a we... | “Sister, you can’t be serious.”
“Of course I am. He’s a monster.”
“He’s a *boy*.”
“He’s always been trouble.”
“He’s a boy.”
“He’s a killer.”
Silence. Wither sat with his back to the door, the shadows cast by their feet leaking into his dark room. In his hands, he held a rag doll with button-eyes, twisting his dai... | |
[WP] You come from a long line of healers who are capable of healing any living thing with a single touch. You have yet to receive your powers, but you store dying plants in your home to check for your powers every morning. One day, you wake up, touch one of the plants, and it withers completely. | # Life's Touch
On the desk, the snarled remains of vine and leaf retracted. Yellow, bordering on grey, the delicate veins had dried and withered. In the pot beneath, the grains of soil themselves had taken on a dusky hue. Close to sand, the once vital earth had crystallised as though in drought.
Eyes wide and brows r... | “Sister, you can’t be serious.”
“Of course I am. He’s a monster.”
“He’s a *boy*.”
“He’s always been trouble.”
“He’s a boy.”
“He’s a killer.”
Silence. Wither sat with his back to the door, the shadows cast by their feet leaking into his dark room. In his hands, he held a rag doll with button-eyes, twisting his dai... | |
[WP] You come from a long line of healers who are capable of healing any living thing with a single touch. You have yet to receive your powers, but you store dying plants in your home to check for your powers every morning. One day, you wake up, touch one of the plants, and it withers completely. | The sun was beating down hard as a lone figure approached the town. The man was covered from head to toe despite the temperature. His lips were cracked and he desperately ran his tongue over them. But his tongue itself felt like cardboard.
One would be hard pressed to call the place a town. It was more a collection o... | "NO!"
My hand recoiled in terror. Clutching it to my chest, and breathing deep to avoid hyperventilating, I stared numbly at the plant's withered form, unwilling to believe what I was looking at.
I looked at another plant and reached out, hand shaking, touching it with the tip of two of my fingers. I don't know what ... | |
[WP] You come from a long line of healers who are capable of healing any living thing with a single touch. You have yet to receive your powers, but you store dying plants in your home to check for your powers every morning. One day, you wake up, touch one of the plants, and it withers completely. | # Life's Touch
On the desk, the snarled remains of vine and leaf retracted. Yellow, bordering on grey, the delicate veins had dried and withered. In the pot beneath, the grains of soil themselves had taken on a dusky hue. Close to sand, the once vital earth had crystallised as though in drought.
Eyes wide and brows r... | "NO!"
My hand recoiled in terror. Clutching it to my chest, and breathing deep to avoid hyperventilating, I stared numbly at the plant's withered form, unwilling to believe what I was looking at.
I looked at another plant and reached out, hand shaking, touching it with the tip of two of my fingers. I don't know what ... | |
[WP] You come from a long line of healers who are capable of healing any living thing with a single touch. You have yet to receive your powers, but you store dying plants in your home to check for your powers every morning. One day, you wake up, touch one of the plants, and it withers completely. | # Life's Touch
On the desk, the snarled remains of vine and leaf retracted. Yellow, bordering on grey, the delicate veins had dried and withered. In the pot beneath, the grains of soil themselves had taken on a dusky hue. Close to sand, the once vital earth had crystallised as though in drought.
Eyes wide and brows r... | The sun was beating down hard as a lone figure approached the town. The man was covered from head to toe despite the temperature. His lips were cracked and he desperately ran his tongue over them. But his tongue itself felt like cardboard.
One would be hard pressed to call the place a town. It was more a collection o... | |
[WP] You come from a long line of healers who are capable of healing any living thing with a single touch. You have yet to receive your powers, but you store dying plants in your home to check for your powers every morning. One day, you wake up, touch one of the plants, and it withers completely. | # Life's Touch
On the desk, the snarled remains of vine and leaf retracted. Yellow, bordering on grey, the delicate veins had dried and withered. In the pot beneath, the grains of soil themselves had taken on a dusky hue. Close to sand, the once vital earth had crystallised as though in drought.
Eyes wide and brows r... | “”Every Diothena was born a healer,” John said, “you just need to give it some time.”
I was a Diothena, son of the great healer; Edgar Diothena. I just didn’t have the power to heal. I kept dying plants in my room and tried each day to rejuvenate them with my touch. Nothing ever happened.
I gave my brother John a we... | |
[WP] You're a lesser demon from actual hell who has taken a part-time job because the supernatural world has been cutting salaries. You suspect your coworker is secretly an angel in the same position. You're both appalled at the brazen evil of your human employers. | I wake up, shower, get dressed, and start my walk to work in a daze. Six months of working a 40 - 60 hour work week in hell, then having to go work another 20+ hours washing dishes had started to take it's toll on me. Of course the paycut hadn't really affected the upper tier demons, they all had tenure. I clock in and... |
I dreamed of home. The vast lava fields, the dark skies raining down sulfer, the great expanses of emptiness. I thought of my friends, going on to their new jobs torturing humans. Envy boiled up in my chest, I should have gotten one of those positions too. Torture workers were some of the highest paid skilled workers... | |
[WP] You're a lesser demon from actual hell who has taken a part-time job because the supernatural world has been cutting salaries. You suspect your coworker is secretly an angel in the same position. You're both appalled at the brazen evil of your human employers. | "GRRRRRHHHH, GOD DAMN THAT BASTARD!!!!" I shouted directly towards Heaven, hoping God might grant the wish of a demon.
"You do know that's not really how He does things, right Bella?" chimed a relaxing voice from behind the bar.
"Just a figure of speech, Jude." As I sit down at the bar, I let out an exasperated sigh... |
I dreamed of home. The vast lava fields, the dark skies raining down sulfer, the great expanses of emptiness. I thought of my friends, going on to their new jobs torturing humans. Envy boiled up in my chest, I should have gotten one of those positions too. Torture workers were some of the highest paid skilled workers... | |
[WP] You're a lesser demon from actual hell who has taken a part-time job because the supernatural world has been cutting salaries. You suspect your coworker is secretly an angel in the same position. You're both appalled at the brazen evil of your human employers. | I don't know what I was thinking.
Being a lesser demon from hell is usually a fun job, especially as a cross roads demon. You get to play all day and get summoned in all sorts of fun places whole consuming souls and life energy to give to the big boss, and you get to grant wishes. But the quotas were getting larger, ... |
I dreamed of home. The vast lava fields, the dark skies raining down sulfer, the great expanses of emptiness. I thought of my friends, going on to their new jobs torturing humans. Envy boiled up in my chest, I should have gotten one of those positions too. Torture workers were some of the highest paid skilled workers... | |
[WP] You're a lesser demon from actual hell who has taken a part-time job because the supernatural world has been cutting salaries. You suspect your coworker is secretly an angel in the same position. You're both appalled at the brazen evil of your human employers. | "Hey there, Perry!"
Oh great, my boss.
"Hello, sir."
"Listen, I need to talk to you."
Ah hell.
"I recently got a complain from a customer. She said you told her to go to hell while she was returning a product."
"Wow, I'm surprised she heard me."
"You can't do that, Perry."
"For goodness sake, she was trying to ... |
I dreamed of home. The vast lava fields, the dark skies raining down sulfer, the great expanses of emptiness. I thought of my friends, going on to their new jobs torturing humans. Envy boiled up in my chest, I should have gotten one of those positions too. Torture workers were some of the highest paid skilled workers... | |
[WP] You're a lesser demon from actual hell who has taken a part-time job because the supernatural world has been cutting salaries. You suspect your coworker is secretly an angel in the same position. You're both appalled at the brazen evil of your human employers. | "GRRRRRHHHH, GOD DAMN THAT BASTARD!!!!" I shouted directly towards Heaven, hoping God might grant the wish of a demon.
"You do know that's not really how He does things, right Bella?" chimed a relaxing voice from behind the bar.
"Just a figure of speech, Jude." As I sit down at the bar, I let out an exasperated sigh... | "Motherf-"
I swore after hitting my head on the desk above me after picking up a dropped pen, and raised my head to face the stark white light of the room once more.
It was a fancy gadget shop in a shopping mall called *Adam's Apple*, somewhere downtown in the Bay Area. It has been a week since I started being a cas... | |
[WP] You're a lesser demon from actual hell who has taken a part-time job because the supernatural world has been cutting salaries. You suspect your coworker is secretly an angel in the same position. You're both appalled at the brazen evil of your human employers. | I don't know what I was thinking.
Being a lesser demon from hell is usually a fun job, especially as a cross roads demon. You get to play all day and get summoned in all sorts of fun places whole consuming souls and life energy to give to the big boss, and you get to grant wishes. But the quotas were getting larger, ... | Now that Hell City was making pay cuts I had to find a job in the human world. I took the Hells Express subway which transported demons up to the overworld which was known as Earth. I knew I could find a job since my old job was surveillance on human diplomats. As I made it through the rift, my form began to morph into... | |
[WP] You're a lesser demon from actual hell who has taken a part-time job because the supernatural world has been cutting salaries. You suspect your coworker is secretly an angel in the same position. You're both appalled at the brazen evil of your human employers. | "Hey there, Perry!"
Oh great, my boss.
"Hello, sir."
"Listen, I need to talk to you."
Ah hell.
"I recently got a complain from a customer. She said you told her to go to hell while she was returning a product."
"Wow, I'm surprised she heard me."
"You can't do that, Perry."
"For goodness sake, she was trying to ... | Now that Hell City was making pay cuts I had to find a job in the human world. I took the Hells Express subway which transported demons up to the overworld which was known as Earth. I knew I could find a job since my old job was surveillance on human diplomats. As I made it through the rift, my form began to morph into... | |
[WP] You're a lesser demon from actual hell who has taken a part-time job because the supernatural world has been cutting salaries. You suspect your coworker is secretly an angel in the same position. You're both appalled at the brazen evil of your human employers. | “They cut ‘em again, bloody bastards,” I crushed my fork and tossed it into the hearth. My reptilian skin sizzled, its scales turning over, the gaps between glowing with fiery cinders. “Humans- those insects, they’ve turned agonistic. Atheist. Bullshit, really. If Satan hadn’t been banished, we wouldn’t be in stuck in ... | Now that Hell City was making pay cuts I had to find a job in the human world. I took the Hells Express subway which transported demons up to the overworld which was known as Earth. I knew I could find a job since my old job was surveillance on human diplomats. As I made it through the rift, my form began to morph into... | |
[WP] You're a lesser demon from actual hell who has taken a part-time job because the supernatural world has been cutting salaries. You suspect your coworker is secretly an angel in the same position. You're both appalled at the brazen evil of your human employers. | "...You just... upsold a retired woman on a laptop she will only use to call her grandkids and spread nonsense on facebook," I told Carl. Because apparently he didn't understand what he had done. Else, he wouldn't have done it, right?
He shrugged. "Look, buddy, I'm paid by comission, alright?"
I blinked. Made in the ... | Now that Hell City was making pay cuts I had to find a job in the human world. I took the Hells Express subway which transported demons up to the overworld which was known as Earth. I knew I could find a job since my old job was surveillance on human diplomats. As I made it through the rift, my form began to morph into... | |
[WP] You're a lesser demon from actual hell who has taken a part-time job because the supernatural world has been cutting salaries. You suspect your coworker is secretly an angel in the same position. You're both appalled at the brazen evil of your human employers. | "Hey there, Perry!"
Oh great, my boss.
"Hello, sir."
"Listen, I need to talk to you."
Ah hell.
"I recently got a complain from a customer. She said you told her to go to hell while she was returning a product."
"Wow, I'm surprised she heard me."
"You can't do that, Perry."
"For goodness sake, she was trying to ... | Duke looked over at the monitor, typing away. It was the same boring job for the last 3 years since he was Drakken Raggoth, the lesser demon that worked in the part of Hell where souls were chained up—Prometheus style. Now he was Duke Reignman, writer of reports in a bland office building. It had taken a while to get u... | |
[WP] You're a lesser demon from actual hell who has taken a part-time job because the supernatural world has been cutting salaries. You suspect your coworker is secretly an angel in the same position. You're both appalled at the brazen evil of your human employers. | “They cut ‘em again, bloody bastards,” I crushed my fork and tossed it into the hearth. My reptilian skin sizzled, its scales turning over, the gaps between glowing with fiery cinders. “Humans- those insects, they’ve turned agonistic. Atheist. Bullshit, really. If Satan hadn’t been banished, we wouldn’t be in stuck in ... | Duke looked over at the monitor, typing away. It was the same boring job for the last 3 years since he was Drakken Raggoth, the lesser demon that worked in the part of Hell where souls were chained up—Prometheus style. Now he was Duke Reignman, writer of reports in a bland office building. It had taken a while to get u... | |
[WP] You're a lesser demon from actual hell who has taken a part-time job because the supernatural world has been cutting salaries. You suspect your coworker is secretly an angel in the same position. You're both appalled at the brazen evil of your human employers. | "...You just... upsold a retired woman on a laptop she will only use to call her grandkids and spread nonsense on facebook," I told Carl. Because apparently he didn't understand what he had done. Else, he wouldn't have done it, right?
He shrugged. "Look, buddy, I'm paid by comission, alright?"
I blinked. Made in the ... | Duke looked over at the monitor, typing away. It was the same boring job for the last 3 years since he was Drakken Raggoth, the lesser demon that worked in the part of Hell where souls were chained up—Prometheus style. Now he was Duke Reignman, writer of reports in a bland office building. It had taken a while to get u... | |
[WP] You're a lesser demon from actual hell who has taken a part-time job because the supernatural world has been cutting salaries. You suspect your coworker is secretly an angel in the same position. You're both appalled at the brazen evil of your human employers. | "...You just... upsold a retired woman on a laptop she will only use to call her grandkids and spread nonsense on facebook," I told Carl. Because apparently he didn't understand what he had done. Else, he wouldn't have done it, right?
He shrugged. "Look, buddy, I'm paid by comission, alright?"
I blinked. Made in the ... | “They cut ‘em again, bloody bastards,” I crushed my fork and tossed it into the hearth. My reptilian skin sizzled, its scales turning over, the gaps between glowing with fiery cinders. “Humans- those insects, they’ve turned agonistic. Atheist. Bullshit, really. If Satan hadn’t been banished, we wouldn’t be in stuck in ... | |
[WP] You're a lesser demon from actual hell who has taken a part-time job because the supernatural world has been cutting salaries. You suspect your coworker is secretly an angel in the same position. You're both appalled at the brazen evil of your human employers. | “Balthazar! Get your ass over here”, Sean grumbled.
“Look at this slide right here! You see how it doesn’t line up? How many times have I told you Balathazar. You need to ZOOM. ZOOM! You have to make sure that this box is right here - see how this is lined up at height 500 pixels?”
“Yes. sir”, I sighed.
“Now look at... | "Klaus" as I whisper his name in toilet. Cleaning my hands.
"What's up Marco?" he said as he looks at me via the mirror.
"I know you're from up." I reluctantly answered him the same way as he did, looking at him via the mirror.
He scratches his eyebrow, his smug face tells it all. "You're from down?"
Should I answe... | |
[WP] You're a lesser demon from actual hell who has taken a part-time job because the supernatural world has been cutting salaries. You suspect your coworker is secretly an angel in the same position. You're both appalled at the brazen evil of your human employers. | "Dave, I have my entire shift to work on your papers. What do you mean you want them 'in an hour'?!"
Mister Michael Miller rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue. "It means I want them done *in an hour.* How hard is that to understand?"
He spoke before I even had the chance to retaliate. "Listen, Lily, dear. I don't ... | "You have until the end of the day to finish this."
She's at it again. This woman isn't even my superior. Why the heck is she acting all bossy? I sat back down at my desk, going through the papers she handed me over. I stopped counting the errors that I caught a glimpse of. How can she act like this while being comple... | |
[WP] You're a lesser demon from actual hell who has taken a part-time job because the supernatural world has been cutting salaries. You suspect your coworker is secretly an angel in the same position. You're both appalled at the brazen evil of your human employers. | “Balthazar! Get your ass over here”, Sean grumbled.
“Look at this slide right here! You see how it doesn’t line up? How many times have I told you Balathazar. You need to ZOOM. ZOOM! You have to make sure that this box is right here - see how this is lined up at height 500 pixels?”
“Yes. sir”, I sighed.
“Now look at... | "You have until the end of the day to finish this."
She's at it again. This woman isn't even my superior. Why the heck is she acting all bossy? I sat back down at my desk, going through the papers she handed me over. I stopped counting the errors that I caught a glimpse of. How can she act like this while being comple... | |
[WP] You're a lesser demon from actual hell who has taken a part-time job because the supernatural world has been cutting salaries. You suspect your coworker is secretly an angel in the same position. You're both appalled at the brazen evil of your human employers. | “Balthazar! Get your ass over here”, Sean grumbled.
“Look at this slide right here! You see how it doesn’t line up? How many times have I told you Balathazar. You need to ZOOM. ZOOM! You have to make sure that this box is right here - see how this is lined up at height 500 pixels?”
“Yes. sir”, I sighed.
“Now look at... | "Dave, I have my entire shift to work on your papers. What do you mean you want them 'in an hour'?!"
Mister Michael Miller rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue. "It means I want them done *in an hour.* How hard is that to understand?"
He spoke before I even had the chance to retaliate. "Listen, Lily, dear. I don't ... | |
[WP] Hadron Vacations, Inc., allows travelers to visit the timelines in which they are living their "best lives." Sometimes, however, the timeline tourists do not want to return, threatening the balance of the multiverse. Your team is tasked with retrieving them. | *Ring, ring...*
'Roderick Tumble?'
'Yeah?'
'This is Pete Madison from the Timeline police, with an official warning. You have to go back to the normal timeline, otherwise we will be forced to arrest you.'
'...'
'Mr. Tumble?'
'... fuck you. Fuck all you guys with your fucking fucklines!'
'We ... | It was a pretty simple job. You find the person who doesn't belong in the particular universe, which we could easily do by using the tracking chip that is placed in every timeline traveler, to then force them back to their own timeline. Most of the time people followed without much resistance. Because why would you not... | |
[WP] Hadron Vacations, Inc., allows travelers to visit the timelines in which they are living their "best lives." Sometimes, however, the timeline tourists do not want to return, threatening the balance of the multiverse. Your team is tasked with retrieving them. | *Gold Team we have a B-56 in Universe 2345* the chief sounded tired, but professional.
*A B-56 again? That's the sixth time this week!* Rogers cackled while jumping up from the couch and slipping into his work boots. *Poor smuts don't know how good they have it!*
I looked after him and shuck my head Rogers distaste ... | It was a pretty simple job. You find the person who doesn't belong in the particular universe, which we could easily do by using the tracking chip that is placed in every timeline traveler, to then force them back to their own timeline. Most of the time people followed without much resistance. Because why would you not... | |
[WP] The psionics in your battalion are mocked for sitting in chairs meditating all day while the real soldiers do the fighting, until an un-repulsed enemy psychic attack shows them that psionic battles are every bit as real as anyone’s. | "Did you let them through?" He asked, familiar voice coming from an unfamiliar place. I suppose I was in the unfamiliar place, but which was which didn't matter so much as that there was a difference at all.
"Did you let them through?" He repeated, slower this time. I tugged on the handcuffs, a weak hurdle backed by t... | It’s common knowledge that the mind plays tricks on us, inventing monsters in the shadows or hearing whispers as we fall asleep. These events are normal, and often unavoidable. What isn’t natural is when we play tricks on the minds of others.
Psionics emerged in the late 22nd century, and have often been the subject o... | |
[WP] The psionics in your battalion are mocked for sitting in chairs meditating all day while the real soldiers do the fighting, until an un-repulsed enemy psychic attack shows them that psionic battles are every bit as real as anyone’s. | Zero-Nineteen sat in his mini spa capsule. A very fancy sensory deprivation chamber. Oil infused water, scentless. A cool mist spray, scented with AI driven algorithm.
The world moved forward, but for 19, it was still for now. Despite the undying battlefield, he was still alive.
The world gently shifted. His body ro... | It’s common knowledge that the mind plays tricks on us, inventing monsters in the shadows or hearing whispers as we fall asleep. These events are normal, and often unavoidable. What isn’t natural is when we play tricks on the minds of others.
Psionics emerged in the late 22nd century, and have often been the subject o... | |
[WP] The psionics in your battalion are mocked for sitting in chairs meditating all day while the real soldiers do the fighting, until an un-repulsed enemy psychic attack shows them that psionic battles are every bit as real as anyone’s. | Zero-Nineteen sat in his mini spa capsule. A very fancy sensory deprivation chamber. Oil infused water, scentless. A cool mist spray, scented with AI driven algorithm.
The world moved forward, but for 19, it was still for now. Despite the undying battlefield, he was still alive.
The world gently shifted. His body ro... | "Did you let them through?" He asked, familiar voice coming from an unfamiliar place. I suppose I was in the unfamiliar place, but which was which didn't matter so much as that there was a difference at all.
"Did you let them through?" He repeated, slower this time. I tugged on the handcuffs, a weak hurdle backed by t... | |
[WP] Your friend’s dying wish was to have their ashes returned to the forest. To the tree you both engraved your names in. Upon arrival of your destination, you see a sign upon a barbed link fence. “Caution, construction in progress”. | Somewhere on the coast of Labrador there stands a single ancient cedar tree. It should not have been able to grow that far north, but there it stood, on the apex of a craggy ridge over the sea, gnarled roots forcing their way deep into the jagged basalt.
A lifetime ago in half-forgotten better days Joshua Byron had fo... | Fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck.
I'm sorry Barret. I fucking tried.
Did I?
Did I really?
No. Not really.
Fuck this.
Okay. It's a fence. Chain link. Barbed wire. Barbed wire?
Fuck.
I can see the goddamn tree from here. It's right there. I mean *right there.* I just need to get through this stupid fucking fence.
Big breat... | |
[WP] Your friend’s dying wish was to have their ashes returned to the forest. To the tree you both engraved your names in. Upon arrival of your destination, you see a sign upon a barbed link fence. “Caution, construction in progress”. | Somewhere on the coast of Labrador there stands a single ancient cedar tree. It should not have been able to grow that far north, but there it stood, on the apex of a craggy ridge over the sea, gnarled roots forcing their way deep into the jagged basalt.
A lifetime ago in half-forgotten better days Joshua Byron had fo... | Your last wish is to be scattered among the forest you used to explore, at the base of the tree at the center of it all. I’ll make sure that request is filled.
The hike to the forest was easy, I remember the way even after so long away. When I was small, the trees seemed so large, I was frightened by them. Then you sh... | |
[WP] The story of a werewolf who goes around biting other cryptids to see what happens. | This journal is my record. I am a man of science, though science herself has forsaken me. I am cursed, you see. It should be impossible, yet, it is undeniably real.
I was bitten, not in some dank alley or foggy moor, but in my laboratory. I was examining a specimen, a very fine jawbone from some canid, species to be d... | Vladimir Dracula was having an off evening. He found out his toothbrush was stolen during the day. Usually, he'd inform the human police force to help find the culprit. But there was no need seeing as they hadn't even tried to hide the signs of their intrusion.
The bathroom reeked of their blood. Following his nose, h... | |
[WP] As a doctor, you’ve never seen a patient with such an irregular heartbeat. Then you realize it's saying "help me" in morse code. | I leaned forward, my stethoscope pressed up against the patient’s side. As part of a routine physical, I needed to make sure that there weren’t any irregularities, but as the patient was a fit man in his middle 30’s, I doubted there would be many. As I slid the cold, metal drum into place on his bare chest, I gave the ... | I was getting worried, I had never seen such a irregular heartbeat.The entire reason I became a doctor was so I could save/help lives.But then, I felt like a recognised something, I had to think someone’s life may be on the line.
You see, one of my irrational fears was always that someone may be trying to send me a se... | |
[WP] "I'm home!" You shout, walking into your palace after a year of war on the Greek mainland. You are greeted by your sobbing wife, who holds a newborn boy in her hands. You understand instantly. You kiss your wife, coddle the child, and then pick your sword up. Zeus was going to die. | We'd never been all that fond of the gods in our household. Eighty years ago, Zeus had apparently turned into a monster and raped my great-grandmother(And a few other local girls who unfortunately passed on). It was frankly surprising she survived, and not at all surprising that all of her descendants had been special ... | They say you can’t kill a God. Maybe you can’t, but the least I can do is try. He has hurt my family, my wife will never be the same again, but I won’t let him get away with it. I’ve heard rumors of him doing it, but I thought that was just what they were, rumors. I thought that he wouldn’t, or couldn’t, do such a thin... | |
[WP] You're the monster that goes bump in the night. The creature in the shadows. The embodiment of evil. Here comes your next victim | I am everywhere. I was created alongside life, a beast to haunt it from the shadows, to hunt down those who fell behind. I am a monster unlike any before. And I will be here long after humanity snuffs itself out.
I see her, walking through the night. An unwitting victim in my never-ending hunt. She doesn't see me. I l... | The footsteps echoed through the ally way. That frantic beat of shoe on concrete was better than even the most amazing orchestra in the world. Tonight's performer ran like his life depended on it. Well it did but that was sort of the point.
Sliding between the shadows of the city was simple. Many would assume that a c... | |
[WP] As far back as you can remember, when you do something new, you will get an achievement that pops up in front of you that only you can see. Today, you were minding your own business when an achievement popped up. “Nice try: avoid a murder attempt.” | “Would you like a coffee?” asked the most inept of waitresses this coffee shop has seen so far.
I had just started typing again, I already have a coffee and according to a warning in the top right of my peripheral vision if I drank any more I would reach the “Caffeine: Very High” state and all the symptoms that came w... | I never put too much thought into them. They were nice little surprises. From what I gathered over the years, they would pop up now and then, usually when I would try something new. Just like any old game, they would appear for a brief amount of somewhere in my field of vision. Some were comical, while others, they cou... | |
[WP] "For the last time, the Forest witch is my WIFE, and the boy she keeps on "kidnapping" is our SON." | "Fear not Timothy! I have come to save thy son from the evil witch Metherida!" The knight's golden locks flowed in the breeze, the sun glistening off his armor as he grinned with that perfect chiseled jaw of his.
"Listen John," I sighed, "I don't know why you keep following me home from the store, but seriously, we're... | I should have realized my day had taken a turn for the infuriating when the call from the school came through in the middle of a meeting. Followed by a call from the police. Hurriedly I escaped the room got into the presently vacant office of some manager fearing the worst had come to pass.
I give my information in a ... | |
[WP] You just learned that the words 'elvish' and 'eldritch' have the same root word. Suddenly your grandma's creepy stories about her childhood playtime in the woods make a lot more sense. | Once upon a time, there was a jungle where the trees spoke. They had pointy noses and eyes dark -- like the pits of hell. And they chattered away in low, hush tones when the world wasn't watching.
They spoke in exotic tongues and giggled when one touched their barks. The pointy-eared hounds of the night, who delighted... | Grandma doesn't move. She is as still as the lamp on the table next to her and the chair under her one-hundred and twenty-five-year-old rump. She could even be furniture herself, dust-covered and ancient, better deserved to be seen in a museum than expected to function under normal wear and tear.
So the boy says again... | |
[WP] You just learned that the words 'elvish' and 'eldritch' have the same root word. Suddenly your grandma's creepy stories about her childhood playtime in the woods make a lot more sense. | Once upon a time, there was a jungle where the trees spoke. They had pointy noses and eyes dark -- like the pits of hell. And they chattered away in low, hush tones when the world wasn't watching.
They spoke in exotic tongues and giggled when one touched their barks. The pointy-eared hounds of the night, who delighted... | Looking up at my grandmother’s childhood home, it seemed smaller than I remembered it. That’s how it goes when it’s been decades since you’ve seen a place, when you saw it through the eyes of a child. Even in the darkness of night, to me the house appeared bright with wonderful memories, from grandma’s cooking, especia... | |
[WP] You just learned that the words 'elvish' and 'eldritch' have the same root word. Suddenly your grandma's creepy stories about her childhood playtime in the woods make a lot more sense. | The dense, unnatural fog bank was split in two as the tight arrowhead of bikers drove into town. Evan had heard them coming from a long way off, everyone had, and on a day like today when all the rules seemed to have changed the sound had inspired hope and fear in equal measure. The surviving residents of Greenwich Jun... | “I’ve… never seen anything like this,” Markos said grimly to his partner Naesala as they rode into the ravaged town on their horses, “This might be too much for us to handle.”
Naesala just stared at the carnage with wide, unbelieving eyes.
The High-Chief had called Markos in while the wreckage was still fresh. The ho... | |
[WP] You just learned that the words 'elvish' and 'eldritch' have the same root word. Suddenly your grandma's creepy stories about her childhood playtime in the woods make a lot more sense. | When I was a small child, my grandmother used to tell me stories about the elves that she claimed lived in the woods near her house. Strange otherworldly creatures with long pointy ears, skin as pale as porcelain, eyes like a snake and teeth as long and sharp as needles. She told me that only children could see the elv... | “I’ve… never seen anything like this,” Markos said grimly to his partner Naesala as they rode into the ravaged town on their horses, “This might be too much for us to handle.”
Naesala just stared at the carnage with wide, unbelieving eyes.
The High-Chief had called Markos in while the wreckage was still fresh. The ho... | |
[WP] You just learned that the words 'elvish' and 'eldritch' have the same root word. Suddenly your grandma's creepy stories about her childhood playtime in the woods make a lot more sense. | When I was a small child, my grandmother used to tell me stories about the elves that she claimed lived in the woods near her house. Strange otherworldly creatures with long pointy ears, skin as pale as porcelain, eyes like a snake and teeth as long and sharp as needles. She told me that only children could see the elv... | The dense, unnatural fog bank was split in two as the tight arrowhead of bikers drove into town. Evan had heard them coming from a long way off, everyone had, and on a day like today when all the rules seemed to have changed the sound had inspired hope and fear in equal measure. The surviving residents of Greenwich Jun... | |
[WP] You’re a cryptid hunter in a magical world and you’re sure this one is real. You spend countless hours researching and poking around the area it was spotted in, only to find out it was actually a drunk shapeshifter. Again. | I ran pell-mell through the dense jungle of the Congo basin. The shores of Lake Tele were only a few hundred feet away to my right, and ahead of me, crashing through the jungle, was the creature I had chased for nearly a year.
Mokele-Mbembe gave a loud, trumpeting roar as it bowled over trees centuries old. Its head w... | My breath was toxic, smelling of cheap takeout and large amounts of caffeine, unable to avoid smelling it as I let out a sigh, pushing aside the messy pile of books on my desk. “Another mystery.” I said, throwing my hands up with false excitement, long past the point of feigning pleasure over this job. Every time I got... | |
[WP] The League is, for the first time, scared. This new villain is intelligent, but not a maniac. They are calm, patient. Calculated. They respect The League's strength, and fight accordingly. But what scares The League most is that this villain doesn't care for a Name. | Pt 1 of 3:
Everyone and everything needs a name. It’s a deep-seated compulsion of humans, back to Adam naming the animals, back to naming the Roman gods, the Greek gods, further. For a villain to not have a name, to not announce his arrival, was uncomfortable when we first realized it for reasons we couldn’t put into ... | **Report: Contact with the villain with no name**
**Incident happened: Abandoned warehouse location unknown**
**Time: 4/28/5087 1707 hours**
The villain that is the most feared out of any other villain has no name. Some have tried to come up with names to call him but, they never stick. The league has never seen ... | |
[deleted] | [WP] All gods of every religion are suddenly summoned to a single place, where they are told to fight to the death, to receive the honour of being named ‘The One True God.’ Those who follow each religion are also summoned as spectators, cheering for their own god(s) as if they were a sports team. | The gods circled up facing outward toward the crowds of adherents.
Buddha, Krishna, and Jesus stepped out of the circle, "We're out!" Buddha said.
"Peace!" Krishna shot the peace sign at the crowd.
Buddha just shook his head, "We're going for beer, follow us," Jesus invited.
This thinned the crowd by nearly half a... | Aside from "only sith deal in absolutes", which is popular in today's Hollywood conditioned culture, my experience thought me that whenever one operates with "absolutes" (Which "The God" ultimately should "be") one inevitably stumbles on paradoxes which are impossible to resolve in the framework it was formulated. Btw,... |
[WP] "If I would kill you, then I wouldnt be any better than y...." "Are you serious? You just broke into my hideout and slaughtered 90% of my henchmen! At this point you caused more deaths than I have!" | Exceller tilted his head to the side. "I'm not sure I follow your logic."
Cameron Vilks, the billionaire and secret head of the Disastrous Organization, sneered. "Of course you don't. To you, the world is so simple. You will punch some poor schizophrenic inventor or a man trying to pull himself out of poverty, and con... | Laughter. Unexpected and crude, cut through the air.
He was laughing at the statement. Smiling even, the grin lit in a haunting array by the flames from the manor. Blood dripped off his chin in the cold air, giving him an almost inhuman look.
"I'm sorry." He recovered, snorting slightly. "It's just. I always wanted t... |
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