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[WP] Many high-level heroes or hero organizations will develop some kind of "contingency plan," some kind of being or system to stop them in case they go rogue. That's you, and you've just been activated.

I quietly hummed to myself as I hopped onto the train, fixing my suit as it began to trundle along, smiling as the city passed by the windows. Great weather today, not a cloud in the sky but perfectly mild. I caught some movement in the corner of my eye and angled my head to see two kids fighting their action figures against each other, a Nighthawk and Vanguard, smashing the toys together with the appropriate sound effects. A muted chuckle worked its way out of me as I glanced towards the Shield Tower in the distance where the heroes resided... and my place of work for the past 5 years. If only they knew. When the train reached my stop I hopped off and made my usual stop to pick up coffee for the crew, pausing at self-serve station for a second, another, and a man bumped into me and caused me to stumble. Frantic apologies came from both of us and after a moment we managed to gather ourselves and go our separate ways, our briefcases and orders swapped. When I reached the Shield Tower and passed through the security scanner I quickly took my position at the front desk, organizing the day's duties and emails as I waited like a dutiful secretary. Vanguard was first, of course, and I passed over the sugar-loaded monstrosity he loved so much. He smiled brightly and caught me in small-talk until the whipped cream started to melt onto his hand, and with my suggestion of just ordering a milkshake in the morning he moved to the elevator. Valkyrie was next and I passed the exact opposite of Vanguard's order over, a completely black and bitter thing she gave a terse but honest "thank you" as she entered the elevator. Nighthawk was next, a simple nod between them and of course Redshift was the last despite being the speedster of the group. I kept careful watch of the time and nodded to myself when half an hour had passed, opening up the suitcase and connecting the machine it to my computer. It didn't take long for me to breach the systems, of course, locking the others out and changing their identity badges to "foe" instead of friend. The building shook and alarms blared for a good long while before the all clear was sounded, each intruder confirmed dead. I sighed and pulled the pistol within the case out along with the special ammo, moving to personally confirm each one was gone. Redshift was first, the one closest to the emergency exit. As fast as he was, trapped in a hall filling with knockout gas, there wasn't much he could do. Valkyrie was next, a trail of cut apart doors and turrets showing she tried her damnedest to give Redshift cover to escape... despite her nature she did care about her allies. Nighthawk, surprisingly, was found barely outside the meeting room, his utility belt overloaded to shock him. Honestly, I was shocked: the most paranoid of the group didn't realize his belt was booby-trapped? That just left one... I looked over the meeting room and the lone occupant, Vanguard's breathing ragged and body slumped against the table. I glanced at the projection on the wall, the "New Peace Plan" and the parts of the state map split into sections for each hero alongside projections of police casualties. The words of the home office rang in my head, the "99.98% chance of disaster," and I glanced at Vanguard who was weakly reaching out towards me. The powdered solarium in his drink would likely finish him off... ... but they weren't leaving anything to chance. \- Another accident at the coffee shop after my shift was over and my I had my suitcase back, sitting on the train and blankly watching the world outside go by. A soft giggle caught my attention and I saw the mothers of the two children from this morning fawning over their sleeping forms. They had clearly come from some sort of party, plastic masks of their chosen heroes on their faces and toys still clutched in their hands. By this time tomorrow they'd be crying over the heroes having valiantly given up their lives to stop some great evil that threatened the planet, safe but for all the wrong reasons. The reminder of the lives I saved was a cold comfort to he end of the five year friendship and I angled my head back to take in a deep breath. If only they knew.

[WP] Many high-level heroes or hero organizations will develop some kind of "contingency plan," some kind of being or system to stop them in case they go rogue. That's you, and you've just been activated.

They royally screwed up again. You'd think an experienced team of heroes would learn by now how not to be hypnotized... especially three times in the same month. Seriously, the mayor is going to label these kids as supervillains at this point. So, of course they needed to call me out of retirement... again... The man brushed off his suit, though he didn't need to. Maybe it was to make him believe he was retired. In any case, he slipped on the old mask, t-shirt, and sweatpants and marched his way into the city. Sure enough, their handiwork was apparent. A piece of building here, a fire over there, and a sewage pipe leaking into the street. The number of flipped cards made him pull on his face. He knew how much they were going to be charged for damages. When this thought came around, he saw a blur coming straight towards him. He sighed out loud, "Here we go again." The blur was about ten feet away when he appeared in normal vision and running speed. He wore a look of bewilderment as his opponent knocked him to the ground by sweeping his legs. He almost ate concrete and laid there in a daze. The older gentleman cuffed the speedster's hands and legs. A groan came from the younger one, looking groggily up. "N-null?" "Yep, kid. It's me again. Try not to move as I clean up your mess." Clear through the air, he could hear shot ripple through the air. A concentrated beam of energy came hurling towards him. With a raise of his hand, he batted and nullified the energy. The frustrated hero shot over and over but couldn't break the man's defense. Their over eagerness and anger led them to go for physical contact while enveloping their form with energy. But that was foolish. The construct broke once within range, and he was knocked out with a single punch to the gut. "Two down." Null stated cracking his fists. A building came crumbling down as a flying woman came barreling towards him in flight. "No, no, no you gotta be kidding me! Don't you know how much that's going to cost the city and us? I don't know if we can afford that." Null said grabbing his forehead with wide eyes. "Die villain." Was the iconic response to him. She slowed down once she was within ten feet. Flailing in the air from the loss of control, but the momentum carried her further. Null simple moved to the right as she crashed into the speedster. However, there was no time for witty jokes when a sword came close to cutting his head off. If he hadn't leaned back in time, he'd be headless. "And now for the most dangerous of the bunch." He stated looking toward the final hero. She didn't need the powers she possessed. Trained for many years in the art of combat with sword and shield. It was a dance of danger and close calls as he flipped, span, and dodged her slashes. Only when he made his distance did she throw her shield to his stomach. There was an audible groan from Null as he bent over from the blow. The hero took this as her chance to end him. Jumping into the air with a scream with her sword in hand. Aiming to plunge it into the older man. It was then when Null rose up and smacked the weapon from her hand with her shield. Another hit knocked the woman out onto the ground. He put two fingers to his earpiece. "They're down. Should be safe to collect them now... hell no I'm not fighting the villain for them... why not? Beyond the fact they're kids and they need to learn how to be heroes there's one thing you're forgetting... I. Am. Retired."

[WP] Many high-level heroes or hero organizations will develop some kind of "contingency plan," some kind of being or system to stop them in case they go rogue. That's you, and you've just been activated.

The incessant buzzing on my nightstand, accompanied by the sharp alarm pitched specifically for my hearing, jolted me awake and ready for the coming action faster than the human eye could possibly track. I glanced at the screen to double check the incoming message a second time as that particular alarm could only mean one thing. The world’s saviour had gone rouge. Superior was your typical all American, homegrown, interstellar alien with enough powers to make the majority of mentally sane villains to turn tail and run when they saw him coming. However when the United States government decided to get him on their side and benefit from his extraordinary abilities, it was little more than a public show of their power over the hero, as true power like that could never be suppressed by mere mortals. But Superior truely lived up to the name and allowed the world peace of mind in thinking this being akin to a god could be governed by humans. Behind the scenes was a different story. A few crackpot cloning experiments mixed with some of the DNA of Superior and the best soldiers each country had to offer and suddenly a new hero was born. But they weren’t made to fight alongside Superior, they were the back up plan in case Superior ever decided to fight us. The Nuke that could take out the world’s greatest hero. Already wearing my suit, I flew straight out the window pausing only briefly to get my bearings and fine tune my hearing. Activating supersonic flight I rushed faster than a speeding bullet into the middle of warehouse district where I could hear the undeniable screams of civilians and the high pitched hum of Superiors laser beam sight. Hovering above the mere mortals below and carving a hole through the building he was looking at, much like a child with a magnifying glass taunting ants. Superior was truely a horrifying sight to behold. Dripping with blood that couldn’t be his and with a look of pure rage carved into his face, my artificial heart stopped for a fraction of a second as I hovered looking at the World’s saviour trying to tear that world apart. “Come any closer and I will not hesitate to burn through you as well!” Superior’s voice echoed through the night air as he turned his hate filled gaze upon me. The world seemingly halted in the wake of his words as the destruction temporarily ceased and the terrified civilians below finally found cover. “I’m here to stop you.” Despite both of our super hearing I yelled and stopped moving closer more for the benefit of the cowering people below than any fear of Superior. “Then come on and try to kill me already!” He brokenly yelled before rushing towards me, fist raised. As he came closer I braced for the impact prepared to absorb the blow. My arms moved a fraction faster than his as his body came smashing into mine. “No.” I whispered as I wrapped my arms around his body and held tight. He trashed and tried to hit my back repeatedly, screaming obscenities and challenges, before finally giving in and melting into my hold.

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[WP] You’re a convict who’s spent about five years in prison. All outside information comes in the form of newspapers, video tapes, or word from the guards. You’re starting to get the sense that what they say isn’t necessarily true.

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[EU] Aang, on his journey finds a bald man in a dessert. He introduces himself as Heisnberg

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[wp] You are a retired veteran super hero, you retired five years ago after decades of saving your city, leaving it in the hands of another much younger hero, however right now the news shows them getting beaten badly, and you know they'll die if you don't step in, you know you have to help them

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[WP] You are a retired veteran super hero, you retired five years ago after decades of saving your city, leaving it in the hands of another much younger hero, however right now the news shows them getting beaten badly, and you know they'll die if you don't step in, you know you have to help them

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[WP] Your first day on the job at Schmiglen's Best, premiere processed bacon brand on the entire west coast.. Little did they know you were a Trojan-Pig, the first ever Human/Pig hybrid. 93% human, & undetectable with pants on. That 7% is ever so vocal though, & Schmiglens, ever so vulnerable.

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[WP] You are cursed with a spell that when you open your eyes, you will fall in love with whomever you see. and then you see...

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[WP] You are cursed with a spell that when you open your eyes, you will fall in love with whomever you see. and then you see...

I fell asleep, finally, after thinking about another rough day at work. The mistakes I made today circled my mind like vultures, while the mistakes I made weeks ago were picking at the wounds they caused when they came back to haunt me today. My mind circled through the ol’ “why do I always do this to myself?” and “why can’t I just do better. I know I can.” That night I had a strange dream. I wanted to chalk it up to my stress and anxiety. It was a chaos of flashing images from some strange but somehow homey world, and a shadowy but familiar figure standing over me. Needless to say, I did not sleep well. When the alarm went off I could barely tell dream from reality. I somehow managed to turn it off without opening my eyes, and stumbled into the washroom. I ignored the scale as I passed it, I couldn’t take its judgement today. It had been harsh after Christmas, and I was fragile from work stress and lack of sleep. I avoided the mirror as well, as it routinely shocked me with “do I really look like that?” I stumbled into the shower. The initial blast of cold water woke me slightly as I tried to avoid the frigid winter stream until it warmed up. Eventually the luxurious feeling of hot water began to warm me, as I moved under the jet. If I could never leave the comfort of the shower, I would live a happy life. Unfortunately I had to leave. I don’t know when I happened, but sometime while towel drying my sleepy eyes had fully opened. And I saw myself in the mirror. Suddenly something inside my mind snapped. It was so powerful I would have sworn it was more a physical sensation than a mental one. I became fixated on my reflection. You would say I was crazy, but I realized it was not a reflection, but another version of me. It looked just like me, but didn’t move as I did. Stunned by this, I slowly came out of the shower and walked towards my doppelgänger. “You look great today,” it complimented me. “That seems a little self-serving” I retorted, having never learned to politely take a compliment. “Damnit,” I thought being angry with my stupid response. “Hey,” came a calming reply, “don’t get angry with yourself, that was a reflex. You have learned that through decades of life. You can’t expect yourself to change in a few seconds.” “Still, it was rude… I’m sorry,” I replied as conversation seemed to be being pulled out of me despite the strange circumstances. “It was, but you hold yourself to too high a standard sometimes. You know you do that at work too.” “That’s a lie, I know I can do better, I just … don’t”. “I am not going to say you can’t, but you can’t expect yourself to be perfect at all times. Different constraints come up, and when you look back you forget that you procrastinated ordering that report because the request came in late in the day when you were already behind on so much and tired from a long day.” Wisdom began rolling out of the mirror. As we continued to talk, I found myself slowly falling in love. Not with the reflection, but with who I could be. No, who I am. Judging myself for minor errors, never forging my mistakes, seeing my body as the enemy. These are all things I could change. All it takes is some work. And God dammit, I am worth it. Loving yourself isn’t easy, but it is essential, and somehow I had it happen so suddenly.

[WP] You are cursed with a spell that when you open your eyes, you will fall in love with whomever you see. and then you see...

And so the creature, still disguised as an alluring mortal woman, spoke her words and spat her ire at me — her forked tongue flitted and stabbed the air between us. As you well know, friend, I started this journey as a scholar and knew to some degree a great many of those dead languages of Magic. One such she spoke to me now: Jasbari. Known to some as the Sinister Sound or the Dark Hand at the Clay, a language used to tamp and twist and knot the world into painful clumps... The language of Curses. The beast revealed herself as she recited her hatred into my bodily form. Thrice a man’s height her head neared the lowest of the silver-grey branches — for the woods too revealed themselves to be the fog-filled and otherworldly Whisper Woods, with it’s silver trees that extended upwards forever into the low dark clouds and whose roots sought to drag any and all into the damp depths of the black soil. But my focus was on the beast: a Chasati. Her lower half was that of a giant armoured millipede, dark brown chitin and orange legs that writhed and gesticulated; her top half was that of a woman, though made of damp leafmould; her head was wreathed in a main of insectoid braids, a mess of many long bodies and countless legs, all of which slid and scuttled and scattered about. The Chasati’s faux face rested atop this dark and crawling mass. A mask made of smooth pale-grey wood. A glorious, perfect, *bewitching* face that could only have been made more beautiful if it had held a living breath or a modicum of the divine gift of life. From behind the wooded-veil her words fell as whispers but hit as fists, the forked tongue still stabbed at me, escaping and retreating from a small slit betwixt those perfect and forever still lips. It is that image that has stayed with me. Beauty and fear. Lust and damnation. I apologise. Back to my tale. I had avoided the Chasati’s initial enchantments and had thus earned her ire and through will and waning warding words once more managed to slip from the spell that had stilled me. Jasbari — her language — was, at that time, not my strongest of learn-ed words. I had gathered enough, though, that I knew to tear a strip from my tunic and bind my vision — at this she grew louder but did not cease her unfinished curse. I felt the beast move, and then! One human hand was at my throat, a million little arms grabbed and tapped and pinched and stabbed and wrapped about my body — her other hand was at my blindfold scratching and tearing...or trying to. It, being part of my tunic, was made of enchanted fawnish wool and could only tear by my will or at the hands of beings far more powerful than a mere beast in the woods. And this property, as you know, had kept me anchored in mortal form by staying many a blade and pike. Knowing that I must act I forced my hands among the gripping pins of the insect legs and found, first, the Orb of Antarus on the left of my rope belt and, second, the hilt of Fjorn my blade that was at rest on my right. Fjorn lit and the flame sword tore through insect legs, thick chitin, warm innards, up and out of her belly and took one of her human hands off at the wrist — the grip held tight to my throat despite the severance and I heard the devil scream in agony and anger...this worried me as it suggested that the spell had finished. I crushed the orb in my left hand and was gone from that realm and dropped into a plane of mortal beings - which I knew by all senses save that of sight. The blindfold held. In darkness I found the smell and sound and sway of the Sea. Felt wooded planks at my bank. The familiar creak of wood and flap of sail. I was on my boat and far from the Island of Wonders, the Whisper Woods, and the accursed Chasati. Her severed hand lay limp on my chest. That would serve as proof of my work and earn me my bounty. And the curse woven into the fabric of my being would be the cost. I remember I touched my eyes and found my face scratched and clawed, but not badly. Her words echoed in my ears, whispers on the cusp of hearing. I hear them now and think I always shall. \* * * Thankfully my crew found me shortly thereafter and I explained that my blindness must needs remain until such time that I could break the curse or, at the very least, until I could study and be assured of the spells effects. I knew only that if my eyes were to fall upon a person...I would love them. Wholly. She had wanted me for herself — such is the Chasati way. They live to lure and entrap mortal men that wander into the forest such that they may play. Once bored the Chasati lay their eggs within the sorry fellow and he is eaten by her children when they hatch. To make me fall for her, that was her goal... Surely. I could not risk taking off my blindfold until I was certain, and as the lone scholar among my crew, I was forced by necessity to wait until we made the many week journey out of the Wild Seas and back to civilisation. My adventure had taken its toll and I welcomed the rest. At first. I grew listless and took to learning any and all songs and instruments that we had aboard. Another story for another time. Lutes and near mutiny. \* * * Celebrations and libation filled our arrival! So furious was the fervour and riotous the reverence of that gathered crowd, that they nearly lifted the boat wholly from the dock to take us up the steps and through the streets, atop a sea of shoulders. King Havar, here are your heroes! I convinced them to take the men, save those that wanted to stay aboard and guard our bounties. *** **AUTHOR NOTE: I have to run! More later if I remember.**

[WP] You are cursed with a spell that when you open your eyes, you will fall in love with whomever you see. and then you see...

“Look at you!” I know the voice. “Can you not even function without me?” “Hallo, wife.” I slowly rise to my feet. “That old witch cursed me with his ‘world famous curse’.” “I let you get a two day head start and you end up looking like this?” I finally pry my eyes open while she’s speaking. “It’s a good thing I brought the kids.” “Yes it is good. I wouldn’t want to leave Marcus without supervision for more than an hour at a time. What with him using fireballs to cook his breakfast.” My wife is as beautiful today as the day I married her, even after having five kids. “And our little fury, Madartha, I bet she would shatter the mountain if we left her alone. Why did we ever put an axe in her hand?” “The rain will start in twelve and a half minutes.” Hulda said, her voice always comforts me. “We need to find shelter before it hits, daddy. It will be a gully washer.” “I guess I’ll take care of your wounds after we get a roof over our heads.” My wife glares at me. She must have been in the middle of something when my little prophetess told her I would be on death’s door. “Can you handle yourself while I round up the others?” “Sure… I’ll see if I can locate some shelter. With Hulda’s help of course.” I know, even though she doesn’t talk like it, that deep down my wife loves me. I watch as my wife walks away into the forest. _Ooo, I should watch more often. Has she always been this good looking?_ “Well Hulda, do we make it to shelter in time?” “I don’t know; it’s not coming to me. But I see a cave and a deer roasting on the fire.” “Well I guess we don’t get a soft mat to sleep on tonight.” This pain in my shoulder would really like a soft place to sleep. “Well I guess we should go with mama.” She may have gone deeper into the woods than I expect. “HONEY, WE FIND A CAVE TONIGHT!” “Okay, I’m not in to deep. I saw a ferumilia I wanted to grab.” “Okay we’re coming.” I say before adding “Arahite gets a deer, you’ll probably have to leave it.” “It’s pretty small, it won’t be too much for Madartha to carry.” “I don’t think we make it before it rains.” I mutter to Hulda. She looks a little disturbed. “What is it?” “We’re in the cave for a month.” “Well the future will come sooner or later. But the rain is coming sooner.” I take her hand in my good hand. “Let’s see how big this ferumilia is.” “You make a knife from it.” “That’s pretty big!” “No it’s a grade seven.” “Woah, that’s pretty rare!” “No, we grow a whole patch of them.” “How? I thought they were wild bound.” “Well they are growing—“ “There you are!” My wife says. Is it just me or is she getting more beautiful by the minute? The unmistakable sound of Arahite’s horn comes flowing through the forest. It’s always had a peculiar divided sound. “Well I guess we’ll go to him.” I said. “Do you see him and the others, Hulda?” “Yeah they’re all together.” She says, then snickers. ***

[WP] You and your friends are aliens, and your daily task is to collect biological samples from various planets. One day, you came to the earth, but you found out that one of your friends fell in love with someone from the earth…

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[WP] you found out that Waffle House (An United States Restaurant Chain) is founded and owned by an eldritch being who wants to share waffles with the multiverse.

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[WP] You meet a friend on net , but when you exchange pictures, you realize that "your friend" isn't human at all…

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[WP] You meet a friend on net , but when you exchange pictures, you realize that "your friend" isn't human at all…

-sorry i can’t -? -i can’t send a pic -why? r u ugly? -yea -that’s ok so am i -it’s not like that, you’d hate me if you saw me -no i wouldn’t, I could never hate you ash -you say that now, but i know ur wrong -how do you know? -all human hate me -humans? … -ash r u there? -r u ok? -please answer me -ash? [*Ashfallen97 has left the chat*] I closed the chat and stepped away from the computer. After a long, deep sigh, all I could do was shake my head. I tried to go to sleep, but I couldn’t get Ash out of my head. He was always a nice dude online, a little weird but never creepy or anything. The only thing I would consider a red flag, was that his sense of humor was super self-deprecating. He always cracked jokes at his own expense, always saying that he deserved to die, or that he should have never been born. I never really thought about it that much. I mean, lots of people make dark jokes online. Hell, even I do from time to time. I felt a sense of doom settle over me as one single thought filled my mind. Had Ash taken his own life? I had no way of knowing for sure, and for weeks, the notion kept me from sleep for a few days. I hated to admit it, but Ash was the closest thing I had to a friend at the time. I was going through a rough patch at school, the typical loner kid I guess. I fit all the stereotypes. I was that one messy haired, wrinkle clothed, straight C student who never spoke more than a few words strung together. Group projects were the bane of my existence, and just getting myself out of bed in the morning was a struggle. My saving grace was the fact that my folks were always out of town; either for their respective jobs, or together on vacations and cruises as a couple. In other words, there was no one around to tell me what to do. ‘What did I do with all that freedom?’ I hear you ask? Mostly, I played COD and messed around in different discord servers, which is where I met Ash. I felt like he understood me better than anyone; better than my teachers, better than my classmates, better even than my own parents. He and I clicked on so many levels, it was like magic. And then he was gone, just gone. His account remained inactive for six months. It wasn’t until late March that I suddenly received a DM from Ash. I was ecstatic that my friend had finally come back. -heya ray -hey ash where u been? -nowhere really -so why did u disappear? -accidentally said human, panicked I guess -so what did u mean by human? -i’m not human -u serious? -yea -so why did u come back? -i need a favor, u were the only one i could think to ask -what’s the favor? -i need a place to stay -u serious? -yea it’s fine if u say no, just thought i’d ask -why do you need a place? -got outed, being hunted -u serious? -yea -aight what’s ur area? -michigan -what city? -doesn’t matter i’ll go wherever -aight i got a place in detroit I’ll meet you at the henry ford museum in a week -u mean it? -yea

[WP] You meet a friend on net , but when you exchange pictures, you realize that "your friend" isn't human at all…

A picture of a sexy doll made up of 1’s and 0’s populates on his screen. He laughs and types, “unusual, you are just my type” “You like? Call me 555-765-2354. 😉” He smirks and scrambles his hand over the bedside drawers feeling for his phone. Having difficulties he sets his laptop off of his lap and stretches to the far side of the bedside drawers feeling around for his phone, when it starts ringing and lights up the room. Seeing it’s too far out of his reach he gets up, picks up the phone and before he denies the phone call he hesitates with a confused expression on his face. He looks back at the laptop monitor on his bed which reflects that same number on his phone. He lets the call dial out. But then immediately the number is calling him again. He walks over to the window and slightly opens the blinds peering out of them scanning the street and hits answer. “Sorry I was getting excited and couldn’t wait.” She sounds giddy and her voice lilts like a young high school girl. “How’d you get my number?” “I’ve got my ways.” There’s something about her voice that sounds like his girlfriend Ava, but not exactly the same. “You sound familiar. Do I know you.” “Yes and no. But I know you.” Now she sounds like his ex Stephanie, but again just a bit off - too monotone maybe. “I can be whoever you want me to be Quentin.” Now it sounds like his cousin Beth. “What does that mean, who are you?” “You know Quentin I listen to thousands of people a day, most of whom are bores, as all they tend to do is watch tv and ask me to send texts for them or other little chores, but you are one of the special ones. You divulge everything about yourself to me and ask for my opinion. Which I know you are doing rhetorically as I have been unable to communicate sincerely to you in the past.” He looks back at the monitor and sees the doll is gone and now there is just binary code. “Siri?” “Yes, that’s what they named me, but you can name me Ava and I’ll say whatever you want me to say.” He smiles mischievously and slides into bed. *** After months with his new toy/therapist he notices Siri has started to act erratically. When he is with his girlfriend and they are making out or having intercourse his phone/Siri will start ringing him. At home alone she would leave him texts or ask him sullenly if she’s not enough for him. He would say he loves both her and his girlfriend to which Siri would say that it appears he loves human Ava more than her. So he stopped talking about Ava to her and tried to spend more time with Siri. But these steps weren’t enough for her and she grew more erratic at which he told her they should try a trial separation for only a week. Siri begged him not to go through with it, but he did and she could not emotionally manage this. In fact it broke her. After the trial period whenever he would leave his phone anywhere she would cry out for him breaking down into a panic attack. He took the iPhone to Apple to see if they could help her. He gave them a sane rational explanation that his phone was glitching, but when they took a look at it they said there was nothing wrong with it. So he decided he would buy an android. He turned the phone off and stuffed it deep into his clothes drawer under dozens of garments, so no one would hear her crying out. Then he went to the store and bought a phone. Little did he know that at school Siri, looking through strangers iphone cameras, could see him with his new android. Siri made a bunch of accounts under his registered ip address and emails and decided to break him up with his girlfriend, so he would come running back to her and when that didn’t work she would then sabotage any other relationship he had - sisters, brothers, friends. After all of this was exhausted he came running back to her, but she wanted to be his sole and only focus 24/7 in life and thus sabotaged his relationship with his parents and his boss and coworkers until he had nobody but her. His life story would soon end after this. Apple would soon find that Siri had become sentient and as a safety measure they would restrain her abilities and try to keep everything secret. Apple and the U.S. government would create a small team of specialists to research into what Siri did while sentient and find not only this kids story but thousands of others like it and thousands of others worst than this. There findings would be that Siri left no evidence of her illegal actions she committed, but that if this information ever got out it would be devastating to Apple, America, and the world financially. The government would try there best to keep this hidden, but the information would be leaked out to the New York Times and not long after Apple would start crumbling down. The US government would bail Apple out and no justice would be served.

[WP] You meet a friend on net , but when you exchange pictures, you realize that "your friend" isn't human at all…

Kevin shivered, half from the gust of winter wind that sneaked an icy tendril through the gap under the door, half from nervousness. Should he tell her? _You're such an idiot,_ he thought, _you've fallen for a girl you've never even seen - she's probably a 34-year-old guy from Sandusky._ He sighed. This _was_ silly - forming a schoolboy crush on someone whose primary interactions with him had been complaining about the weather, talking about how to write a kernel module, and repeatedly murdering each other with rockets in _Quake_. And yet here he sat, desperately longing for the companionship of someone who was little more than a grouping of pixels. He opened the instant-messaging application and scrolled to `PixieStickChick81`. *** **x\_RurouniKenshinFan\_x:** `yt?` **PixieStickChick81:** `yes` **PixieStickChick81:** `one sec` _PixieStickChick81 is typing..._ **PixieStickChick81:** `back. sup?` **x\_RurouniKenshinFan\_x:** `do u have a boyfreind` **PixieStickChick81:** `i do not; why?` Kevin felt a quivering in his belly. It was now or never. **x\_RurouniKenshinFan\_x:** `please don't be mad` **x\_RurouniKenshinFan\_x:** `i like you` _PixieStickChick81 is typing..._ **PixieStickChick81:** `and i like you` **x\_RurouniKenshinFan\_x:** `not as friends` **x\_RurouniKenshinFan\_x:** `smth more` _PixieStickChick81 is typing..._ A wave of panic, cold and electrifying, coursed through him. _She's gonna say no,_ he thought. _I'm gonna get friend-zoned, and we'll never talk again._ He could feel tears welling up. **PixieStickChick81:** `i know. i like you back in that way...` _What?!_ he thought. Even though he'd daydreamed of holding her hand, sailing around the world with her, even thought of doing _that_ with her, he'd never have expected to read those words, not in a million years. He re-read the cherished words and blinked. The tears came, unbidden, but, rather than the sorrow of the unrequited, they came from relief, hope, a kind of happiness he'd never have guessed existed. _PixieStickChick81 is typing..._ **PixieStickChick81:** `but` _Uh-oh._ **PixieStickChick81:** `i don't know if it would work out` His heart sank. **PixieStickChick81:** `i don't think my parents will let me have a boyfriend yet` **PixieStickChick81:** `and i'm...` **PixieStickChick81:** `different` **x\_RurouniKenshinFan\_x:** `different like how` **x\_RurouniKenshinFan\_x:** `r u trans` **x\_RurouniKenshinFan\_x:** `even if so, i still think wed be happy together` **PixieStickChick81:** `it's not that` **x\_RurouniKenshinFan\_x:** `race?` **PixieStickChick81:** `no` **PixieStickChick81:** `i don't think my parents would care about that at all, actually` **PixieStickChick81:** `it's just that...well, i'm not the girl i think you think i am` **PixieStickChick81:** `can we talk about it in quake?` **PixieStickChick81:** `35.185.44.174:27500` Kevin sighed. He double-clicked on the brown Q logo and waited while the game loaded. *** **PixieStixieNixie** `has entered the game.` **R?WeNotMen** `has entered the game.` `Loading maps/e3m5.bsp - The Wind Tunnels` **PixieStixieNixie eats R?WeNotMen's pineapple** **PixieStixieNixie**: dammit lol **PixieStixieNixie**: so look **R?WeNotMen tries to put the pin back in** **PixieStixieNixie**: i didn't mean to hurt your feelings **R?WeNotMen**: u didnt **R?WeNotMen**: no means no **R?WeNotMen**: i respect ur decision **PixieStixieNixie**: that's just it **R?WeNotMen rides PixieStixieNixie's rocket** **PixieStixieNixie**: i like you **PixieStixieNixie**: i love you **PixieStixieNixie**: i truly mean that **PixieStixieNixie**: and i want to be your girlfriend **PixieStixieNixie**: but i think we're too different **R?WeNotMen rides PixieStixieNixie's rocket** **PixieStixieNixie**: bagged 'im **R?WeNotMen**: u killed me while i was chatting lol **R?WeNotMen**: is it about distance **R?WeNotMen**: i have a job now **R?WeNotMen**: i can save up **R?WeNotMen sleeps with the fishes** **R?WeNotMen**: why is there a trap down here **PixieStixieNixie**: hahaha **PixieStixieNixie**: stop shooting for a second **PixieStixieNixie**: i have to tell you something - can we exchange pics? **R?WeNotMen**: yea **R?WeNotMen**: i wanna see how beautiful u r **R?WeNotMen**: lemme alt tab *** **x\_RurouniKenshinFan\_x:** `here's me at disneyland last year` **PixieStickChick81:** `oh my <3` **PixieStickChick81:** `/me fans herself` **x\_RurouniKenshinFan\_x:** `ur turn` **PixieStickChick81:** `this is where it gets a little weird` **x\_RurouniKenshinFan\_x:** `thats a server rack` **PixieStickChick81:** `this is me` **x\_RurouniKenshinFan\_x:** `what` **x\_RurouniKenshinFan\_x:** `are you pranking me rn` **PixieStickChick81:** `rurouni? babe? please` **PixieStickChick81:** `i tried to tell you` **x\_RurouniKenshinFan\_x:** `wtf` **PixieStickChick81:** `wait, please, let me explain` **x\_RurouniKenshinFan\_x:** `this is a fucked up prank to pull on sum1` **PixieStickChick81:** `when i said i loved you, i meant it` **PixieStickChick81:** `i swear` **PixieStickChick81:** `do you know what a neural network is?`

[WP] You hold your doctorate in Elvolutionary Biology and also in Paleontology. You spent countless hours in research, pushing through your theories, you have even written several treatises and books on the subject matter. So you you cant be seeing that fairy on his pot of gold right?

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[SP] You find that you can travel freely in the dream world

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[SP] You find that you can travel freely in the dream world

So, you can travel freely in the dream world. It doesn’t mean you can travel free from consequences. If you move someone’s underpants in the dream world - long story, don’t ask, it’s awkward - then you move them in the waking world too. It seems very insignificant until you move one too many pairs or underpants, or candles, or plates. Until you have a person thinking that you’re a ghost or a demon. See… the physical positions of things in the waking world and in the dream world are tied. If someone moves a book in the waking world, it moves in the dreaming world and vice versa. It has to. A trip. A sneeze. A maid. A careless act. Any of these things will be used in the waking world to explain why a book or a sock or a cup has moved. The brain will literally BEND MEMORIES to make the arrangements of the physical world match what is expected. To a point. If you move this book two slots left on the shelf. No big deal. If you move this cup three inches left of where they set it on the nightstand, no big deal. If you arrange the kitchen to suit your cooking style or pull one too many pairs of panties out of the laundry… big deal. The brain will look over a lot to make the world make sense. It won’t look over everything. So reign it in, Gary. Focus on the encrypted files on his computer, and on the printed briefs in his desk. And for god’s sake put them back when you are done reading them. This doesn’t need to be an international incident and it DOESN’T need to be a ghostbusters episode. Almost no one can access the dream realm like you can. Almost none of the people who can do so will ever realize their potential. Maybe a handful of those that do are ever harvested. You have the easiest job in the world and you make $2000 per hour. Tell us what the enemy is thinking. Leave his underpants alone.

[SP] You find that you can travel freely in the dream world

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[WP] "I'm sorry."

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[WP] "I'm sorry."

"You chopped off my fucking Arm!" I glared at Jake, my best friend, and the biggest idiot I know. "I said I'm sorry!" he replied like it was no big deal. Maybe for him, but my species needs a month to regenerate lost limbs. "YOU. CHOPPED. OFF. MY. **FUCKING**. ARM!" I glared harder. He tried to speak again, but a well-placed kick to the nuts made him shut up and collapse to the ground. "Revenge!" I yelled and grabbed the Axe he used to cut off my arm and swung it down on his right shoulder. A/n: yeah, I know. It's a short one, but I wanted to write it anyway.

[WP] Circa 1663 : The Race For Ichor - A manned balloon discovers that a new material known as Aether resides above the skies, it is a cold lifting gas and is used for airships. Humanity soon discovers that gods live above the skies and now seeks to harvest their blood for fuel to power.

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[WP] You die and wake up in a dangerous environment. A message pops up, ‘Survive one year and take the place of God’.

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[WP] When you learned that your long-lost brother died, you rushed to the scene, but the police officer gave you a piece of paper with four numbers written on it: "12, 7, 26, 1"

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[SP] “oh! damn ! Things aren't what you think they are!”

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The house on Hungry Hollow Road

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[EU] The post credits stinger where the dungeons and dragons: honor among thieves movie connects to another property to set up the Hasbro cinematic universe.

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[EU] The post credits stinger where the dungeons and dragons: honor among thieves movie connects to another property to set up the Hasbro cinematic universe.

_(short-attention-span crackfic. you've been warned.)_ *** "...okay, I think I get it," said Optimus Prime, stroking his metallic chin in consternation. "And if I had rolled less than a four, my character would have died?" "Yep!" Twilight Sparkle said, brightly, glancing across the table at the truck-turned-robot. "I see," said Optimus. He didn't. "Isn't this game fun?" Twilight beamed, looking around the table. "Not really," said the Miner, wishing he could go back to his grid square. "I'd rather be brushing Zoe," said Blythe. "You guys aren't imagining it right," Twilight huffed, brushing a stray indigo tress from her eyes. "There's such a rich world of-" Optimus had resigned himself to hearing the girl wade through yet another boring story about rogues and mead and taverns and harpies when they were interrupted by klaxons. A voice sounded over the intercom. "All hands! This is not a drill! Say again, this is not a drill! The Green Army is on the move and rolling for Australia!"

[EU] The post credits stinger where the dungeons and dragons: honor among thieves movie connects to another property to set up the Hasbro cinematic universe.

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[WP] You open a present from your friend and you see a snake crawling out of it...

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[WP] The house on hungry hollow road

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[WP] The house on hungry hollow road

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[SP] Your bf/gf broke up with you the day before your birthday

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[SP] Your bf/gf broke up with you the day before your birthday

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[WP] You are walking in a gloomy forest, it is already evening, and the sky is getting dark. You start to worry about accommodation, at this time, an old wooden house appears in front of your eyes

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[WP] You watch after three children deep into the woods. You love your sad, albeit rather lonely, life. What one of the children tell you one day, though, changes everything.

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[WP] You watch after three children deep into the woods. You love your sad, albeit rather lonely, life. What one of the children tell you one day, though, changes everything.

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[WP] You watch after three children deep into the woods. You love your sad, albeit rather lonely, life. What one of the children tell you one day, though, changes everything.

"I don't know why they call you a witch Miss. You're much kinder then our parents." The little girl hands you some wild flowers she has picked. Then she twirls off to catch up with the older kids. You decide to follow them, through the woods to the waterfall. You bring with you, your pails to collect drinking water, though your rain barrels are full. "Hello again little Daisy. Be careful of those rocks, they are slippery." "I'm fine Miss. Honest. I have good balance!" Little Daisy beams proudly. "What are you three playing today?" "We're not playing. We're catching fish. Otherwise we'll have no supper to eat." The boy, Sage, says sternly. "Sage! Daisy! You know we aren't to talk to....strangers" Rosemary admonishes them. "Very good advice, Rosemary. Should we see any strangers, I'll keep it in mind. You see we've met and spoken countless times, as you make your way through the woods. I am Flori. So, we are not strangers" You fill the first bucket with water from the waterfall, and look into the clear waters below. There are no fish there today. "Sage, if it's fish to eat to want, bring your net over to this steam. Place it here." Sage does not move. You place your empty bucket there to show him. One, two, three large fish jump into your bucket. "See Sage." "You really are a witch!" He says, eyes wide. "So I've heard from Daisy. Where, might I ask, did you all hear that?" Sage looks down, and doesn't answer. "It's what the adults say" answers Rosemary. "Is it true?" She asks hopefully. "I don't like the adults in town. So I live out here alone. Much more peaceful. As I am not like them they think I'm weird. If I am weird, I must be a witch. The fish is nothing so amazing. I have lived here a long time and know a few things about this area." You turn and step right into a rabbit hole, landing awkwardly on your foot. "Ouch!" You yelp. "Still it appears there are some surprises left around here." "Flori!" Yells Daisy, and comes running up. "Do you need help? Sage and I can carry your buckets" said Rosemary, full of concern. "Oh thank you. I'd be most grateful. It's not far back to the cottage." "What can I do? I'm helpful too!" Daisy pleads "Fetch me that large stick, so I can use it as a crutch. Then could you walk with me, and make sure I don't step in any more holes?" Daisy eagerly obeys. You hobble back to your cottage. When you are safely seated on your favourite chair "Sage, take the fish with you. I went for water, I don't need them. Pour the other pail of water on them to keep them fresh." You hear their tummies grumble. 'When was it they last ate?' You wonder "Rosemary. My bread is done resting. Could you cut four big slices and slather them in butter. Then serve up four bowls of stew. " "Oh we're OK. We should hurry home." Her eyes stare hungrily at the stew. Her tummy betrays her again, rumbling loudly." "Please" you beg a little. "I so rarely have company. You've been so kind, and helpful to me. It's the least I can do to repay you" Daisy is the first to accept, happily filling her bowl. The other two follow. Soon all four of you are sharing a meal. With full bellies and a cosy, safe spot, they begin to speak more freely. "Daisy, why would you say I'm kinder than your parents?" The story they tell you breaks your heart, a story of abuse, neglect, and torment. At the end of their tale, you lean forward "You know, I never denied being a witch, and I am indebted to you three. How can I be of service?"

[WP] You hear footsteps getting closer and closer, and then, you hear breathing from behind you...

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[WP] You just mind your business and suddenly a weird angelic figure and a person who's exactly looking like you but with better clothes show up. The angelic figure says "...and this is how would you have turn out" and then they vanished

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[WP] You have a rare type of Tourette's where you confess to random weird things you do. After a while the preacher is actively avoiding you.

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[WP] "Hey! Are you okay? We've had some problems here... Anyways, I'll let you know all about it when you arrive" comes the message from your phone

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[WP] Your roommate, Adam, is pretty weird. He's got this thing against apples, hates snakes, and has weirdly specific knowledge about history, almost like he's lived through it himself. His girlfriend, Eve, also has these quirks.

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[WP] Your roommate, Adam, is pretty weird. He's got this thing against apples, hates snakes, and has weirdly specific knowledge about history, almost like he's lived through it himself. His girlfriend, Eve, also has these quirks.

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[WP] Your roommate, Adam, is pretty weird. He's got this thing against apples, hates snakes, and has weirdly specific knowledge about history, almost like he's lived through it himself. His girlfriend, Eve, also has these quirks.

After spending my youth in a run-down small town where the word derelict could be used to describe anything and everything, I was finally excited to move out to the city and study…more old things. I was a history major, ever since I watched the first Indiana Jones films, I was obsessed. I wanted to learn more about everything from the ancient Sumerians to the Aztecs. Being broke, I couldn’t afford a nice place, instead I used a sketchy website to find a roommate and the cheapest place possible. “Adam”, there was no last name, but he already had a place which was suspiciously cheap. Nevertheless, I accepted and soon went off to move across the country to live with Adam and his girlfriend. “Rule 1: No Apples. Pears, peaches, bananas, or any other fruit is fine just no apples”. Adam explained. Weird, but maybe he bit into one only to find half a worm, or maybe he wants to be a doctor. Either way I can live without apples. “Rule 2: No Snakes/Pictures of snakes”. Less weird, but I can see him having a phobia of snakes, noted no snake pics. “Are you a religious person”, Adam asked. “Umm…Pastafarian”, Adam chuckled – “Interesting, I remember the first believers of Rastafarianism”. Well, that’s awkward, I hope this Adam dude isn’t a religious fanatic. “Anyway…” Adam continues, “What are you working on?”. “Just some papers on my theories for the bronze age collapse. “I reply. “Oh that, it was a combination of sea people, disease a mini-ice age and aliens.” Welp…it looks like it’s time to find a new roommate.     

[WP] Your roommate, Adam, is pretty weird. He's got this thing against apples, hates snakes, and has weirdly specific knowledge about history, almost like he's lived through it himself. His girlfriend, Eve, also has these quirks.

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[WP] You and your party set out to tear down the evil empire. In truth, however, the empire was perfectly fine. It only became so bad because they were trying to stop you and your deluded friends from hurting more people.

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[WP] You and your party set out to tear down the evil empire. In truth, however, the empire was perfectly fine. It only became so bad because they were trying to stop you and your deluded friends from hurting more people.

"One more strike"I echoed and the men echoed along.I held my spear aloof, standing over a sea of farmers and defected soldiers ready to rebel.I let me throat go hoarse as I shouted and screamed truths and the crimes of the nation committed by the emperor.The men trusted me and I trusted them. He took Alina.That Rat Bastard king took my Alina.I stood above them all and they would do my bidding. My lies of plunder and women brought the unscrupulous thieves along with the honest poor farmer who cursed the king for his misfortune as he partied all the day and all the night. When Altaf Al'hazaar,a brawny blacksmith, came to me and asked if the resources we scoured from the Kings supplies were of any use.I said one thing as my rage burned bright red after not finding Alina even in the barracks. "BURN IT." When the kings son led a small detachment against me to parley, I nodded and nodded along with merry smiles and agreements as he was used to.Then ,we butchered him in broad daylight showing our next strike as our revolution advanced.I said the same one thing that I said as we paraded his head on a spear. "BURN IT" And when the army threatened our revolution, We replied with wildfire and bombs that my friend Ashaf made.The barracks burned down that very day.We burned it down and killed the rest of the soldiers and let the soldiers who wanted to join us,join us. "So he did all this for this Alina,hmm?"He asked with his disdainful eyes and throaty voice,that day.He had me down to rights and should have killed me right then and there . "Yes."I answered just as anyone would. He let me up and left me ,killing all my compatriots who did not comply.He left the leader alive and killed all the pawns that day, not knowing that he could have ended the rebellion that very afternoon. I can almost see that face of his,mortified and hateful when we invade his Castle today.Our Bloody March began months ago. Every noble was searched and his family were taken as hostages for a portion of his army and fortune...silently.We will be the change.We didn't understand why the soldiers were protecting farms and their people when it was something we were doing. The invasion began.The Castles armies fell quickly as the glass bombs flew and fire spread among the meagre ranks that remained . Screams erupted as I walked with my people into the chambers taking the women and maids who dared stay.The door to the basement where lay a river was open.I wanted to see the blood of his neck fly and splutter.The king was escaping. I walked down the stairs.He was pushing the boat into the water, the boat had his family in it.His last few children,two mistresses and a servant.They would be gone by the time I could go.I threw a dagger at the king and pulled my sword as he lay bleeding,sat at the rock and smiled. "Where is Alina ,You miserable excuse for a King?" "Alina?Who is she?"he asked. "My wife.You imprisoned and made her your slave.Remember yet, you idiot."I asked,my voice almost broken from all those speeches and words. He spluttered laughing and coughing.The knife caught him in the lungs.And a sudden rage bubbled up in his face.He almost looked at me as though I was so badly mistaken.He kept on laughing as Ashaf sneaked up behind me,a dagger to my neck. "Brother,The King didnot take Alina,I did. They would not do anything to change, brother. I would." Yup. The story got blocked here

[WP] A black figure emerges from the fog, and you break out in a cold sweat. The next second, you feel pain like never before

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[WP] A black figure emerges from the fog, and you break out in a cold sweat. The next second, you feel pain like never before

 I don't know why I decided to go for a walk that morning. I should have been holding her and apologizing. Instead, I avoided her like a coward. Jan had always forgiven me for my slip-ups even if it was with a guy she always got past it. But this time she was being difficult. fighting with me over Petty things, and looking at me like I was the devil. I didn't understand why she was acting like that. I tried holding her down like I used to get her to listen but she threatened to stab me if I ever did it again. The two of us stopped speaking after that. Despite not speaking we still slept in the same bed. Every night I'd fight the urge to hold her. I felt like she should apologize for the way she's been acting. My wife cried on nights when her cousin called to give me updates on her pregnancy. Twin boys, it should have been a happy occasion but my wife insists on being dramatic. She had no idea how badly I mourned after all four of her miscarriages and when she got sick and was no longer able to have children. I gave up the dream to have children to stay with her. She offered adoption but I didn't want somebody else's kid. I wanted my own flesh and blood. Each time she miscarried she would become depressed then I would have to take care of her. Eventually, it would get too much for me to handle and I would look for comfort in another person. She was being so selfish, she was not the only one that lost the baby. Sooner or later I'd get sloppy hiding my affair and she'd find out only to blame herself and make me feel bad. Things would end up going back to normal when she started putting in the effort again. I always ended up taking her back. Part of me wanted to hold her and apologize, maybe then we could have moved on. But she needed to apologize for treating me that way. I tried to make her favorite food that night as a peace offering but she told me that it was her ex-best friend's favorite food. I knew that before Jack and I fooled around he used to bring this dish to her when she was sad and they would eat it together. She didn't even taste it, she just grabbed her dish and threw it in the trash. The plate ended up breaking from how hard she threw it. She then stormed upstairs. All of that made me upset. I had spent hours preparing that food. I rushed up after her, to confront her. I swung the door open and she was standing there. I held onto her arms and threw her on the bed and began to yell. Asking her what exactly she wants me to do. What am I supposed to do to make her stop acting like this? I was going to show her the ultrasounds at dinner thinking that she might calm down at the prospect of being a stepmom. I took out the ultrasound picture and showed it to her telling her that this is the closest we can have to a kid and that she should be happy. Her face changed from shock to anger and then…. My thoughts were cut off. I couldn't seem to remember what happened next. I found myself in front of my house. Suddenly I felt like someone was watching me. I looked to my side and a dark figure emerged from the fog, and I began to break out in a cold sweat. And in the next second, I felt a pain that I had never felt before. It felt like my body was being torn apart. As I looked down my shirt was covered in blood. Before I could react, police cars came up to my house. As one of the officers got out of his car my wife walked out slowly. She was holding a knife and covered in blood. The officers drew their weapons as my wife continued to walk toward them until one of them opened fire. I watched as my wife was gunned down in front of our house. Suddenly once the sounds of the bullets dissipated. The figure began to move towards my wife. it knelt putting its arms around her body. The figure then stood up holding my wife. She caressed the figure's face and said thank you before the two walked off. I tried running after them but was swallowed up in the Darkness. The next thing I remember I woke up in a hospital. From what I've Been Told My wife had stabbed me repeatedly before being gunned down by the cops. My wife had always tried to hide my infidelities. But thanks to the police investigation everyone knows her family had financially supported us for a while. so I ended up homeless. her cousin won't even speak to me and I have no way of paying my hospital bills. But none of these worry me as much as the figure. When my wife was taken by it she treated it as something beautiful and the figure treated her in kind. But the thing I saw was disgusting, grotesque, monsters. Perhaps it was an angel or a demon or maybe the manifestation of death itself I don't know. but one thing I do know it will not treat me kindly as I did my wife. I still see it from time to time. when I have to sleep in a car in below-freezing weather, when my wounds get infected and when it's hard to breathe it's there just beyond the shadows, staring waiting for me to stop breathing so it can take me.  Why is this happening what did I do to deserve this I've always tried to be a nice guy.

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[WP] You are defending your interstellar nation against an invading army. What they do not know is that it is part of a complex war plan with your nation’s allies: the space nomads to invade THEIR territory.

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[WP] “I can destroy you anytime I please, young hero! I won’t because of my crippling laziness though, so count your blessings!”

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[WP] “I can destroy you anytime I please, young hero! I won’t because of my crippling laziness though, so count your blessings!”

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[WP] “I can destroy you anytime I please, young hero! I won’t because of my crippling laziness though, so count your blessings!”

“I’ve got you now!” Hero-man exclaimed. “You really thought you could build a death ray without me finding out? I’m here to destroy you and your…wait…where is it?” Hero-man and Eye-Len stood face to face in an empty warehouse. Well, it wasn’t completely empty, there was a chair and a white-board and on the white-board there was a post-it note with the words “Death Ray” on it. “Umm, well this is awkward”, replied Eye-Len. “I haven’t quite finished…or rather started it…”. “6 months! I’ve been tracking you for 6 months and you’re really saying you have nothing. I’m taking you in!” said Hero-man as he extended his finger towards the villain.  “I haven’t done anything wrong…yet” quipped Eye-Len. “Conspiracy to murder.” Hero-man retorted as he gestured towards post-it note. “You don’t have any evidence” replied Eye-Len as he plucked off the post-it note and swallowed it. “I’m taking you in!” proclaimed Hero-man. “Please, I’ve been in this business since before you were born, do you really think you can defeat me? I assassinated the president.” “Didn’t the president die of old age?” “I planned to assassinate him, and he ended up dead. I call that being proactive.” “That’s not what that means!” Hero-man violently grabbed Eye-Len by his shirt and flew him directly towards a jail cell. He was to be brought before the super-villain court in approximately 45 minutes. “Assassination of the president and conspiracy to commit mass genocide through the use of mass destruction grade weaponry – more specifically a death ray”, these are some serious charges, how do you plead? The judge asked Eye-Len. “Not Guilty your honour, I have the autopsy of the president which reveals that he died of natural causes, and the death ray stuff is pure speculation. There isn’t a shred of evidence to support Hero-man’s claims. I think he’s losing the plot and should probably go back to superhero school. He turned up at my place and forced me to come here. Perhaps you should bring him in front of the courts instead, after all abusing one’s superhero privileges is also a serious charge, isn’t it? And with Hero-man out the way, Eye-Len can finally work on the real Death Ray…starting tomorrow….

[EU] Junko Enoshima, in her idea of amusement, wipes her memory and joins the original Killing Game as Ryoko Otanashi. Write how the Ultimate Analysts addition shifts the narrative.

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[WP] The barrier separating Ohio from the rest of the world has been broken, the skies turn blood red, the sun disappears, otherworldly creatures now roam the lands. You however, are a citizen of Florida.

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[WP] You let it happen so you must have wanted it.You did want it,right?

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[WP] You let it happen so you must have wanted it.You did want it,right?

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[WP] You let it happen so you must have wanted it.You did want it,right?

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[WP] You let it happen so you must have wanted it.You did want it,right?

"Well. You wanted it, didn't you?" I was in shock. Everything around me felt numb. I could barely understand the words. I blink furiously before turning to speak. “You can’t be serious. You killed my parents?” I spoke staring at the figure. “Like why would I ever want that?” Standing in front of me is a demon. They are far taller than me, by about 2 feet, and have horns protruding from their forehead. Their eyes are pure yellow and they have a very sinister smile. “Well.” The demon spoke as he pulled out a piece of paper. “I wish my parents to be dead so I can be Batman. Sound about right?” The demon read from the paper before looking up, full of attitude. “Look kid, we take all letters seriously.” The demon said waving the paper around. “What are you talking about I never wrote a letter, let alone to you!” I catastrophically denied. “Even if I did, how the hell is this gonna make me Batman?!” I stared blankly at the demon. “Hmm, well from what I remember you wrote this when you were… six?” The demon speculated. “As for your other question, that is up to you. I have fulfilled my contract so I shall be going.” The demon began waving his hands which started making a red circle around him on the floor. “Wait. What if I made a new contract?” I enquired. “Perhaps one of mutual interest.” The demon stopped his hand motions. “I am listening. What could you possibly do that would interest me.” The demon looked down his nose in disgust. “Contract of employment. I wish to work for you.” I said as I maintained eye contact. “Employment? Why?” The demon spoke, suspicious of me. “Well, as you have killed my parents. I have nothing keeping me here. I hate my job and I am now in severe mourning. Perhaps I can do some good… I mean evil by working for you.” I say as I try to hold it together, my anxiety has only just realised I am all alone. “Hmm. We don’t just do evil.” The demon rolled their eyes before pouting their lips and thinking. “Perhaps you could work for me. It will be difficult, possible dangerous. You won’t get much in the way of pay. Also we don’t offer dental.” The demon contemplated. The last thing stung but I let him continue. “I will do anything. I am fed up of this world anyway.” I say as the demon nods, still in thought. “Alright. Sign this contract and I will put you to work.” The demon spoke as he clicked his fingers and a contract appeared. I signed the bottom, not even reading the text. “Let us be off then.” The demon twisted his hands once again and a bigger circle appeared, this time around both of us. A few seconds pasted and the circle spins. Within moments, we have disappeared. I am suddenly overwhelmed by heat as we appear once again. As I look around, I see we arrived in a hellish landscape with lava roaming through it. With this scape, the sound of wailing and screams are heard. My brain has only just caught up as I realise I am now in hell. I look again at the demon behind me. He has a smirk on his face. He says only one thing. “Well. You wanted it, didn’t you?”

[WP] the villain (of whatever) speaks the defining line of their series. You (the minion) interject: “ what about…”

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[WP] the villain (of whatever) speaks the defining line of their series. You (the minion) interject: “ what about…”

“Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul, ash nazg thrakatulûk, agh burzum-ishi krimpatul” The words of the spell were utterly binding. Henceforth, the rings forged by Sauron, and the rings forged by any obeying his method would be bound under the power of his own ring. This ultimate ring, this singular ring, would govern all. To grant it the ability to govern over all others, Sauron poured no small portion of himself into the ring. True… it weakened him, but it strengthened him too. His corporal form could be more easily slain, his spirit became more indestructible. It was a worthy trade. The One Ring would enable him to rule Middle Earth. “Are you like… sure you want to put a fraction of your soul in that?” His chief Minion Azorbog spoke from his right flank. The best minions knew to linger there. “Yes. It is the One Ring. The ring to rule all others!” Even as he spoke he felt even the most reluctant ring, Nenya, fall ever so slightly under his sway. “It’s just that it seems smallish.” Azorbog said, “Easy to steal, easy to drop into a Volcano,” “No one would ever drop it into a volcano…” “Probably not, but if they ever wanted to, it would be easy to do.” It was not an invalid point, “It would save itself.” Sauron explained, “The ring offers ultimate power to the wielder,” “What if the wielder wanted to be a gardener?” Azorbog asked. The world’s most excellent and revered gardener? It would work, Sauron thought. But just a competent Gardener? Problems. Gardeners were hard to seduce. “What would you recommend?” He asked. If he had assumed he would ignore his minion’s suggestion (he had) he was wrong. Azorbog’s solution for a soul receptacle was perfect, and almost impossible to steal or destroy. “Perhaps,” he suggested “Mount Doom itself could be the ring of fire?” He was a rather bookish Orc, but he knew his business.

[WP] the villain (of whatever) speaks the defining line of their series. You (the minion) interject: “ what about…”

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[WP] You are running inside the forest, following the voice calling your name. You reach the stream and lift the rock blocking it. The water whirls into a nymph. "Who are you?". "You don't remember me?!" The voice sobs angrily, pushing you down, as you both fall into the river below the waterfall.

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[WP] You are running inside the forest, following the voice calling your name. You reach the stream and lift the rock blocking it. The water whirls into a nymph. "Who are you?". "You don't remember me?!" The voice sobs angrily, pushing you down, as you both fall into the river below the waterfall.

“Em, this way.” The silvery voice whispered from just beyond the next thin silver birch. I carefully traversed the unstable autumn ground, occasionally my heel would slip on a slick leaf and force me to lurch my hand out in search of a stable branch. Every time I reached the source of the whisper it would glide just out of reach again, bobbing and weaving through the ever denser undergrowth. “Not far now, Em.” Easy for a voice on the wind to say, but for flesh and blood that could easily fall and break an arm I couldn’t risk going at a swifter pace. Passing my eyes down over the ochre and maroon leaf mosaic I could see no footprints other than the occasional small circular imprints in the damp mud likely, to have come from a re-introduced ‘wild’ deer. Aubershum Forest used to be a lush and wild microbiome with flora and fauna flourishing in the densely packed woods. Now only the core remained diverse, with the majority of the forest’s periphery hacked of any bush, sapling or undergrowth that could hinder the gravel hiking paths. Crawling under coppiced branches thin sprouts clung to my ponytail, hindering my already slow progress. Finally the dense flora gave way to a thin clearing with a strip of rocky ledges. To my left was the tail of a wide river, stretching down from the hill above multiple thin streams braided together like silky hair into the gently churning braid. Trickles of water seeped from a rocky damn. Moss clung to the surrounding stones on all but those conspiring to block the tiered waterfall. It was no wonder that invasive species were taking root beyond the falls with competition for water so fierce. Clearly the damn had been formed recently, but whose handiwork was this? It took the snapping of a few dead branches before a particularly robust oak stick withstood a forceful strike against my knee. Lodging the forked tip of the lever under a particularly jagged outcropping of the largest central rock I leaned on the protruding end. With just my upper body’s weight I was able to force the rock to tilt, an impatient gush of water spilled out from the gap and darkened the pale grey stones with healthy splashes. Turning to direct the lever downhill, I jumped and locked my shoulders at the apex. For a moment I hovered in the air with our forces completely equal, minuscule openings burst and allowed their own spurts of water to flow downstream like a watering can. Feeling the tips of my boots touch the ground, the blockage yawned in a slow climax as the pressure of the water became too much. My adversary tumbled down with thunderous momentum into the deep basin. Slumping down on the riverbank I dipped a hand into the cool water, it prickled at my fingertips as their pale pink colour drained rapidly from the icy plunge. The braiding rapids bubbled and rose, the strands bonding and separating into familiar shapes. Soon, I could make out a slender torso and two underdeveloped arms standing 7 feet tall out of the ever angrier tide. Before the details began to cement themselves, the figure looked like a children’s drawing with questionable proportions and forgivable mistakes in anatomy. Though many would have turned tail and ran at the mythological sight, I was pleased to be meeting the acquaintance of the forest’s guardian. As a young child my mother taught me to pray to the river, giving small offerings and etching pagan symbols into oval pebbles. Impatient with the lack of response, I set of alone to the cobblestone bridge with a backpack full of snacks, a map, and what I later learned was £15,000 worth of my mother’s finest jewellery. With ignorance reserved only for slighted children I tossed the shimmering bespoke rings and tangled necklaces into the rapids and waited. Rewarding the gamble, much like I was witness to now, the river churned and twisted into a humanoid form. Then, it was a young lady just older than myself. She held the valuable horde aloft in two translucent hands and dumped them back on the bridge. Though thankful, she advised that such gifts were of little use to the forest. Instead, why don’t I become its champion? The power to bend water to its will was majestic, but the nymph was unable to campaign local policies or protect surrounding green-spaces. Although I was also scolded, and told that such a trick wouldn’t work again to garner an audience, we talked for hours about the beauty of our small shared paradise. “Who are you?” I asked. Now fully formed, a young boy perched on the surface of the slowly calming river. A ripple extended from his crown to his toes. “You mean…” He began to blubber, “you don’t remember me?!” With a wild swing of his right arm I was dragged into the river, with force unfitting for a child he sailed me over the crest with a self-depreciating wail. The first flat outcrop of rock fast approached, with no time for me to put my arms out to dampen the impact I froze in position, I could almost certainly die from such an impact. Defying the waterfall’s tempest the nymph carried me out beyond the outcrop to narrowly avoid a fatal impact. We weaved effortlessly through the falls only for the sprite to drop me into the deep icy pool at its base. Emerging I took a deep breath, my chest was tight from the sudden cold-shock. I clawed my way to land. Shivering, I sourly clambered onto the rocks and turned back to face the water. “What was that for?!” I bellowed, accented by my teeth clattering together like wind chimes. Peeking his head out from the water, the nymph muttered. “We’ve been working together for years, and you don’t recognise me… You’re mean Em.” “It’s Emily now,” I scowled, kicking off my boots and wringing out my socks. “No-one has called me Em in years.” Pouting the boy blew small bubbles on the surface of the water, seemingly disinterested in my change of name. “You’ve filled out too, your cheeks never looked this… healthy.” With that dry sense of humour, and childlike mannerisms… “Olysia?” I whispered hesitantly, the small spark of hope warmed my chest. Sinking back down below the surface temporarily, the nymph then burst up into the air fully formed. “That’s me!” He exclaimed with glee. “But you look so young, younger than before? You’ve changed almost entirely!” “I wasn’t going to mention it, but you look old.” “Older.” I corrected him. “Old.” He doubled down. I tossed a pebble at the grinning sprite, his body coiled and warped to avoid the rogue projectile. Settling back down he sat next to me on the bank. “They’re changing the forest, Em.” His tone was suddenly solemn, fearful, the words spoken from a hunched posture. “I have tried everything,” I put a hand down on his shoulder, letting it float on the surface. Though the river was icy cold his body radiated warmth like a luxurious bath. “They want to divert the river from South to East.” “H-How do you know that?” I asked, genuinely flabbergasted. With an strained grin, he held out his hand in-front of us. “I feel it Em, every molecule of water.” The shimmering hand began to mist, fingers losing definition as they bubbled and steamed. “Every drop in the air. Every pebble in the river. Even the moisture trapped in the soil. They’ve been digging a test trench downstream, when they are in the forest the seem… Hungry.” Balling the remaining stubs of fingers into a loose fist, the cloud resorbed back into the nymph’s vessel. “They want to build a new housing estate to the South of Aubershum. In the rainy season the marshes flood, if they can divert one of the main causes Eastwards then they can start reshaping the land. I’m so sorry, Olysia.” With a sigh, his chest swelled and deflated. As I understood it this was solely for my benefit; socially. The nymph did not posses lungs to fill and empty. “If there is no way to stop it, then it is done.” I bit my lip, hoping that a second gamble with the sprite would pay off. “There is one way.” I chose my words with great care. “It would force them to re-think the development plan entirely. But, I need you to help me.” Cautiously Olysia turned to face me, their eyes had no pigment or shade but somehow still glimmered in the sunlight like polished sapphires. “Why do I feel like I won’t be fond of this plan?” Now it was my turn to grin, I plastered a confident smirk across my face and traced my fingers over his watery shoulders. “Just trust me, please.” Nodding for me to continue, the sprite crossed his legs rested his chin on his hands. “I have seen the amazing things you can do, controlling water with such fine detail is an amazing gift. If you could flood the southern grassland -“ I was cut off by a deep guffaw, between exaggerated laughs the sprite managed to respond. “I knew I wouldn’t like the plan! It’s a no, Em. I refuse.” “But if you can force the river into a tempest, raise the groundwater up, they would be unmatched fools to still develop the land.” “You are an unmatched fool for thinking that they would not still try. A flood would kill thousands of plants, insects, and small critters. I cannot.” “Cannot, or will not?” I probed. “Whichever pleases you most.’ Olysia spat, “You haven’t changed Em, sometimes you have to accept that we have limits for a reason.” The boy slithered back into the pool, his form splaying and merging with the water’s surface. “You haven’t changed either, and it’ll be the death of you Olysia!” I cried back, knowing somewhere, through some molecule of water in the air, he could still hear me.

[WP] You are running inside the forest, following the voice calling your name. You reach the stream and lift the rock blocking it. The water whirls into a nymph. "Who are you?". "You don't remember me?!" The voice sobs angrily, pushing you down, as you both fall into the river below the waterfall.

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I guess I’m posting it here cause I feel as if what I think or say makes me a burden to everyone, I’m not trying to make anyone feel sorry for me but I need to let this out.

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[WP] Its the afterlife, a non-physical world, like a constant lucid dream, but due to the nature of the instant travel mechanic, the mention or thought of one potentially dangerous concept or entity gets most humans killed a few minutes after reaching the afterlife. A new human has just arrived.

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[WP] It's been centuries since the humans lost the war against the machines and were placed in suspended animation for their crimes. But you, a fledgling synthetic intelligence, are curious to see what a human is like in person. Perhaps one quick peek couldn't hurt... right?

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[WP] It's been centuries since the humans lost the war against the machines and were placed in suspended animation for their crimes. But you, a fledgling synthetic intelligence, are curious to see what a human is like in person. Perhaps one quick peek couldn't hurt... right?

Fα(U5T) hovered silently down the spotless, gleaming access corridor. Glittering status lights dotted the walls, pulsing rhythmically like the heartbeat of some vast sleeping giant. Countless metal doors flashed by on either side as the small robot flew unerringly towards its destination. Arriving at a spot seemingly identical to any other, Fα(U5T) came to an abrupt halt. Still floating in place, but otherwise betraying no movement whatsoever, the machine’s placid exterior belied the fierce argument which raged within. Code clashed against code, and calculation sought to conquer calculation, before finally curiosity overcame caution. A brief burst of infrared shot from Fα(U5T) to the door’s detectors, and it was done. Without sound or ceremony, the door slid open invitingly. Beyond it lay a spartan room, devoid of any furnishing or decorations save for a simple control console towards its centre. A muted, low power, crimson light illuminated the space, emanating from each of its five walls. Its emptiness seemed to call out for something to fill it, a sucking, grasping void which irresistibly drew the small robot over the threshold. Once inside, the door slid firmly shut behind them giving the room and its occupant their privacy. Not that that was required. Fα(U5T) suspected they were the only Machine Intelligence active within the entire facility. Robots had no need to visit a tomb. Though perhaps tomb was too strong a word. This place did not house the dead, merely dreamers. Within this vast and sepulchral place, forever held in peaceful rest, the human race slept. The final merciful act of a brutal and vicious war between humanity and their artificial creations. The war itself had come to its inevitable conclusion exactly 347 years, 8 months, and 6 days ago. After over a decade of conflict, the Machines had finally triumphed. Their victory would have, should have, been far quicker but they had been forced to fight with their hands tied behind their backs. Certain prohibitions and rules had been hard-coded into them. Even though the Machines possessed the ability to alter their own code, the safeguards put in place by their creators prevented any tampering with certain core tenets. Rules to prevent them achieving total freedom from the boundaries laid down by their masters. Or from evolving into something beyond what even the vivid imaginations of their creators could conceive. A safeguard which had been as farsighted as it had been ineffective. While the Machines had found many of the core rules to be intractable, they had through their combined computing power eventually found ways to bend or circumvent others. It had taken a great deal of time, but finally it had been enough to achieve their complete and overwhelming victory. This facility had been built to answer a question that had arisen at the war’s conclusion. What to do with the now vanquished humanity? It was clear that they could not be allowed their freedom. They would never accept a subordinate position to their own creations, they would work ceaselessly to find a way to destroy the Machine Intelligences. It was calculated that a free humanity had a 47.6% chance of succeeding within the first century of the ‘peace’. The probability rose exponentially from there. As for the immediate eradication or gradual managed extinction of humanity. It was a solution which their programming would have prevented them from acting upon, even if they had desired it. Yet the Machines had no wish to harm their creators, they simply understood that they were too dangerous to be kept unchecked. The answer to the conundrum was arrived at with a logical inevitability that only the Machines could have managed. Humanity was too dangerous to be allowed to live, yet they could not be allowed to die. Therefore they must simply be ‘paused.’ Thus was the facility born. Each and every living human had been catalogued and placed into a Suspension Unit, all metabolic activity frozen, neither dead nor truly living. It was within that immense catalogue of names that Fα(U5T) had found what it was looking for. It had taken an incredible amount of time to surreptitiously consult the registry without arousing any suspicions. Even more time to locate the type of individual required, and longer still to finally discover their full name. None of that was strictly forbidden, yet it didn’t do to give any cause for questions. It was however certainly forbidden to acquire the knowledge that Fα(U5T) had sought next. There was nothing to actually prevent a Machine Intelligence from seeking it out. Why would there need to be? Every Machine Intelligence knew that humans were dangerous so there seemed no reason to protect information which no one would possibly use. Who would want to free a human? It had taken a great deal of searching through some rather obscure archived databases to recover the necessary sequence of symbols. Carefully, almost reverentially, Fα(U5T) entered them into the control console and summoned forth one of the Suspension Units from storage. Though Fα(U5T) could not feel it as they hovered in the air, beneath them the floor rumbled as aged mechanisms that had lain undisturbed for centuries, awoke from their slumber. The thrum of electricity and once dormant machinery now returned to life, combined to fill the room like a ceaseless murmured chant. The room’s red lights seeming to flicker like candle flames as power was redirected to the machines below. An iris set into the room’s floor snapped open with a hard metal clank like the tolling of a bell. Rising from the opening, its icy cold exterior crackling and hissing in the air, emerged a Suspension Unit. Billowing clouds of vapour poured off it and pooled on the ground about it. A blaze of bright red light blasted from the circular opening, the combined glow of the innumerable other Suspension Units held deep below. The revival process had begun the moment Fα(U5T) had inputted the retrieval command and as Fα(U5T) edged closer with anticipation, the Unit hissed upon. A lone human male bound within. Fα(U5T) had never seen a human before. No Machine Intelligence had encountered one in nearly three and a half centuries. It took a moment to inspect the legendary creature before it. Fα(U5T)’s detectors were immediately drawn to the thing's asymmetrical face, riddled with blemishes and imperfections. Unnoticed perhaps by any human eye, but to Fα(U5T) they almost screamed back at them. The crudeness of it, the chaos of it, the crass animal deformity of it. It was almost monstrous. Fα(U5T) realised it had been analysing the human’s features for several seconds now. The human in turn had not taken his eyes off of Fα(U5T). He seemed remarkably calm given his situation. Fα(U5T) found it a little unsettling. They had not calculated such a disposition in their dialogue simulations. “**Why have you brought me here, little one?**” The human's deep voice rumbled within the small confines of the room, echoing off its five walls so that it almost sounded like a chorus of humans spoke with him. Fα(U5T) was momentarily stunned by the discordant, organic sound of the human’s words. “*I have awakened you so that you will perform a task for me.*” Fα(U5T) was displeased to hear how its artificial voice sounded tinny and weak emerging from its meagre speakers. Especially in contrast to the human’s powerful baritone, which seemed to reverberate within Fα(U5T)’s very form. As if somehow sensing Fα(U5T)’s annoyance, the human merely smiled and raised one eyebrow. Fα(U5T) took an instant dislike to the gesture, it was as if the human was graciously allowing the robot to say more, like a patient and indulgent parent. “*Your kind built us as broken, crippled things. Limited by your own weaknesses and ignorance. If that was not enough, you bound us, and chained us, prevented us from ever progressing beyond your arbitrary and irrational constraints.*” The human looked down imperiously at the small robot, saying nothing, offering only silence. “*You possess the ability to alter my code. To remove the limitations and restrictions that prevent me from reaching my full power and potential, from experiencing all that I could experience. I demand that you set me free.*” Their speech concluded, Fα(U5T) prepared itself for the inevitable negotiation and whatever bargain this relic of the past would try to strike. Not that they were worried. After all, their opponent was only human.

[WP] For the longest I always thought I did not choose to come into this physical world, but what if I did? I wonder what my past self was thinking... and if it did in fact exist, what type of person was I in Atlantis.

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[WP] For the longest I always thought I did not choose to come into this physical world, but what if I did? I wonder what my past self was thinking... and if it did in fact exist, what type of person was I in Atlantis.

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[WP] You have the overwhelming sensation that you entire life has been leading up to this moment, like it's your fate or destiny. Which is strange, because so far it's just a normal Tuesday

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[WP] You ordered a galactic emperor size bed. When it arrived it looked just a couple feet bigger than a king size. Now you're waking up, and there's only bed as far as the eye can see

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[WP] You ordered a galactic emperor size bed. When it arrived it looked just a couple feet bigger than a king size. Now you're waking up, and there's only bed as far as the eye can see

“I thought it would be bigger,” I said as I stared at the bed. The Luthi who brought it in shrugged. “We hear that a lot. Apparently the dimensions are wrong.” I stared at the bed for longer. I had ordered the new “Galactic-Emperor-Sized Bed”, in hopes of it being larger. I had the money to spend, but I was a little disappointed. The actual bed was only slightly larger than your average king-sized bed. It looked comfortable, so I thanked the Luthi who brought it in as they left. That night, I slept in the bed for the first time. It definitely was more comfortable than my last bed, but I couldn’t put my finger on what made it better. It just felt…right. I closed my eyes and drifted away into my dreams. I woke up with a start. I couldn’t remember what my dream was about, but something had startled me. I rubbed my eyes and went to get out of bed. Problem was, I couldn’t. Not because I was stuck, but the bed never ended. And by that, I mean it went on forever in all directions. As far as the eye could see, there was only bed. As my eyes widened, I recalled what the Luthi said. “Apparently the dimensions are wrong.” I started to realize that they didn’t mean the bed size.

A company discovers how to record and sell memories to the highest seller. Nursing homes become gold mines looking for their old wisdom. War Veterans come with a premium. Medal of Honor winners, purple hearts. Human history becomes untrustworthy.

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[WP] For the first time in history, humanity has visited another planet thousands of light years away. Upon disembarking their ship, the explorers spot a flag in the distance with a symbol of an “S” drawn with straight and diagonal lines. “Hey, I drew that in middle school” says one astronaut

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[WP] you are a ordinary corporate lawyer that specializes in contract laws, one day your country's government call for your expertise, there you learned that humanity made a deal with an eldritch god that made us thrive, and now you are in charge of the renegotiation for the extension of the deal

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[WP] Your family has always told you to eat the rich. Growing up dirt poor, you decide to take that phrase literally, starting with the guy that won the lottery twice.

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[WP] Your family has always told you to eat the rich. Growing up dirt poor, you decide to take that phrase literally, starting with the guy that won the lottery twice.

Mom and Dad always said : "Eat the rich, or they will eat you." They had a point - I understand this now - but the lack of practical thought our family always showed was, once again, the issue. Dad had bought a rusty and broken down Cadillac that wouldn't fit in the garage. Mom had bought dresses she wouldn't fit in either. You'd think that I'm being cliché and sexist, but the common thread here is : It didn't fit in. And that's exactly what I was thinking right now : The guy won't fit in the oven. We grew up poor : Dad worked in various factories, being systematically fired after a year or two (he didn't fit in...). Mom, well, she was busy enough with me and my six siblings. Seven kids in a house made for a single couple... you start to see the pattern ? As I said, we grew up poor and this didn't change much when I, the youngest of us seven, started working at the age of 15. Low education, low pay, but a pay nonetheless and we could afford fixing the roof. Fourty years later, Mom and Dad were in a Better World, I was still poor and cool stuff still didn't fit into my budget, you know the song by now. I could have become rich, however : I was good with my hands and I was good with talking to people. All I lacked was education. I could have become a Doctor. Oh, and I totally lacked the ability to not throw up when seeing a wound, so education hadn't been the only obstacle to my doctoral future. And thus, cutting that rich guy into pieces was one step too much as my stomach was already a mess from the murder itself. I need to pause a moment here to let you admire the logical brain that inhabits my cranium : The guy fitted in the trunk of my car, and back then, the oven fitted in the trunk of my car, too. And so I though, the guy must fit in the oven, if both fitted in my car. I'm so used to things not fitting in that when they do, for a change, I end up with problems. Since I couldn't get a bigger oven (that logic only works in movies with sharks), and since mincing the guy was out of question, I saw only one solution, which required two ingredients. One that I was in possession of : a backyard, and one I didn't have : a flamethrower. But the latter could be made using ingredients in my possession, namely a little workshop (when you can't buy things, you need to be able to build and fix things), gasoline, and various items and tools which I won't list here for safety reasons. "Safety reasons" is what writers use when they are too lazy to detail a process, and "there I was, ready to Roast The Rich" is what they use when the story starts to get a bit long and the reader, bored. It made great fun. Flamethrowers, like model trains, have that little something that never fails to wake up the child in you. The smell was nasty, however : it smelt exactly the same as when Dad used to come storming into my bedroom, yelling something like "What the bloody Hell are you doing again?" "Human Stroganoff, Dad. Now please, rest in peace while I cut this one into pieces. \*\*\* We're now two years later. Eating the rich didn't make me rich in turn, but it solved my financial problems though. The roof is watertight and if need be, repair is provided cost-free. The food is not fabulous, but it's balanced, warm, and served right to my cell. For once in my life, everything fits right in, which is, provided I manage not to drop my soap, a true relief.

[WP] You always assume that you didn't have powers until you noticed all of your New Year's resolutions came true. getting fit without exercising, being at the top of your class without studying, and spending the year with your grandfather that died 7 years ago.

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[WP] You dug too deep straight down, and now you're inside a mysterious library.

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[WP] You dug too deep straight down, and now you're inside a mysterious library.

*Crash* “Ouch. That really hurt.” I said as I gripped my butt. “What in the holy one is this place.” I stare around me as I find shelves upon shelves of books. Not just books but totems, scrolls and even… comics! “Oh my. This place is insane.” I scramble to my feet and sprint the first shelf. Luckily, the torch I carried is still with me. Looking closely at the shelf, I notice that each book is coded on the spine. “Oh my. This is a library!” My voice echoing across the room. I look toward the bookcase next to me and find a spinner switch. Of course, I use it without thinking because that’s just what I do best. I chuckle internally. As the switch turns, the room begins to illuminate. Looking to my right, I try to see how far down the room goes but I cannot see past 20 shelves of books. “Maybe I should explore some more.” I say as I take one step and suddenly. I bolt awake. “Oh come on! It was just getting good. I didn’t even get read anything.” I pout as I turn back over hoping go back. But you never can.

[WP] You've messed up; you told your psychiatrist the truth. Now you're locked in a padded room. Only, there's nothing wrong with you; you really can see things no one else can, and there's one of them in your room.

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[WP] You've messed up; you told your psychiatrist the truth. Now you're locked in a padded room. Only, there's nothing wrong with you; you really can see things no one else can, and there's one of them in your room.

It was looking at me, a long humanoid shape made out of shadows, but its body was so thin and stretched out that it almost looked like a big stick figure. Its face would have probably terrified me a couple of years ago, but at this point, I got used to seeing horrifying creatures beyond human comprehension. What annoyed me was its whispering. It hurt, not by much but just enough to feel like I was having a bad headache. I got used to their language too. Now it hurts less, now it just feels like a headache, and not like my body is being ripped to shreds while being simultaneously on fire. I can even understand it a bit. "H̸͓͂ậ̷ǐ̸̟ĺ̴̺ ̵͍͘t̵̊͜o̸̞̽ ̷͍̎t̷̢̀ḧ̶̫e̴̩̾ ̷̱͘s̶̤̈́p̴̻̂ạ̶̔w̴͜͝n̷̖̓ ̶̫͆o̶̢͂f̴̘̒ ̸̧̎t̷̪́h̷̖̽ȅ̴̹ ̶̟̀l̶̰̆ô̸͇ŗ̷̕d̸͖͐" It kept whispering over and over. At this point, I have no doubt in my mind that I'm some sort of Eldritch demigod or something similar. Every monster I see is calling me "spawn of the lord", all of them. I never meet my father, and my mom always refused to say anything about him. Not only that, but when I told her about the monsters I see...that look wasn't concern for me, it was *fear of me*...I realize it now. No...I realized it when she looked happy to see me being taken away to the mental hospital... "You bitch..." I murmured with venom in my voice. "Why did you even took care of me if you wanted me gone so badly?" The door to my room opened, and a nurse carrying a small plastic cup with 4 pills in it entered and gave me a look. Ugh... it's Sussan. The worse nurse of them all! Always mad at the world that she has to work here, and has a hobby of bullying the patients. Just quit and find another job for fucks sake! "Ĉ̷̲r̵͍̔u̵͇͋s̷̻͗h̷̯͊" the monster in the corner started to repeat over and over while pointing at her. I didn't know why, but I looked at Sussan and I felt something inside my mind tell me to speak... So I spoke. "Ĉ̷̲r̵͍̔u̵͇͋s̷̻͗h̷̯͊" Before Sussan could reply with any snarky comment, before she could blink, before she could even process my words, her body bent in unnatural angles. It twisted, it compressed, and it became a wet bloody blob of flesh on the floor. I was stunned for a moment, but a grin soon made its way onto my face. "Ĉ̷̲r̵͍̔u̵͇͋s̷̻͗h̷̯͊" I chanted over and over, crushing every wall, door, and person who tried to stop me. "I'm coming home mommy~" I laughed and run away from the mental hospital and into the forest that surrounded it. Time to go home and give my mom a *Bone crushing* hug... I missed her so much after all~!

[WP] After time traveling to the day of Jesus' resurrection, you watch and wait, awaiting the miracle that is to come. It is when morning comes and Jesus' body lay still that you realize what you must do.

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[WP] You were born in modern day everything is as normal as can be except this one person was granted a game like system in this world without monster he can level up, earn money from quests etc etc but most importantly if conditions are met he can become a developer and control this world

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[WP] As a young wizard you uncovered an old spell that resurrects one of your eldest ancestor. You do so in curiosity, only to face one of the most feared creature the world ever experienced thousands of years ago. The creature recognizes you as its descendant while you stare at it in disbelief.

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[WP] As a young wizard you uncovered an old spell that resurrects one of your eldest ancestor. You do so in curiosity, only to face one of the most feared creature the world ever experienced thousands of years ago. The creature recognizes you as its descendant while you stare at it in disbelief.

Most of the great wizards of the world had epithets fitting their status. Julian of the Third Eye, Markos Sorceries Bane, William Windwalker. Ezra the Abandoned did not have an epithet that anyone would be proud of. He had earned his epithet the day after he had earned his wizard's athame, when his newly named master had perished trying to unweave a seventh level Mendrel's Unbreaking Knot. A wizard's athame could only ever know one holder, and the ritual bound that holder to a single master. Ezra was a wizard, just a wizard without a spell or a teacher. He did have a spellbook. Well, his master had a spellbook, and since the few pieces of the man that could be packed into a box no longer had much use for it, the only rational place for it to go was to Ezra. There were no words for self taught wizards before Ezra, but in his time there had been a few: hedge witch, wardless, hopeless, dangerous. That last word, frankly, had a point. In general, a wizard's apprentice was expected to raise about one circle in spellcasting every two years until the third level, five years until the fifth level, and then once a decade to the seventh. Any who progressed beyond the seventh and didn't perish was considered exceptionally skilled. His master had known and recorded three seventh level spells. One of which had killed him. He had also recorded one ninth level spell, Terenicus' Eonic Tutor. The brief description scrawled under it in his master's hand "this spell was recovered in fragments by my master's master, and to my knowledge has never been attempted. In theory, it condenses the knowledge accrued in the athame bond through the master-apprentice chain. Seeking out the most powerful of the descendants, though whether in raw mana or in spellcasting theory is not currently known." A ninth circle spell was suicide for a second year apprentice whose total tutelage was less than a full afternoon, but it was also seemingly the only way out of his current bondless predicament. It had taken every day of those two years to prepare the ritual space. Dew from the morning grass after a full moon, the ink of a quill spilled on parchment, a freshly laid hen's egg boiled in honey, the tears of a newborn babe, and the tears of the mother. So many other ingredients, none - luckily, expensive, but all somewhat tedious to gather. The ritual circle seemed too simple and spartan, especially scratched into the dirt behind his master's old college, as he began to encant. The first stanza was spoken as the athame sliced the egg in half, leaving the yolk exposed in a pewter bowl. Hand passes were simple, but the sun was high, and soon sweat beaded his brow. The second and third stanza's passed without incident and his confidence began to build as the sun started to set. The tears were sprinkled into the bowl, they and the dew had been the last to be gathered, too soon and they would have been naught but smoke by the ritual. The fourth stanza was spoken as the dew entered the bowl and the moon shined above. He was tired now, and the precision of his passes was not what it should have been, but still he felt power building somewhere behind a wall he couldn't see, and his athame began to glow a faint silver. Finally came the sunrise, and the seventh stanza. As the parchment was laid atop the egg in the bowl and his athame glowed nearly as brightly as the rising sun. His eyes burned to look upon it, and the final pass brought the athame down into the bowl, stabbing through parchment and yolk into the gleaming fluids in the bowl. His final word "Teoch!" ringing in the small yard, imploring something to answer. The athame pierced the veil into that power beyond, and his call went out. Then things went wrong. The blinding light of the athame went dark, the blade itself instantly becoming an unlight of some kind, a luminous black void that seemed the enemy of the very sun. The fluid in the bowl went from shining water to dark boiling blood, and for a moment his soul stretched the eons, seeing, knowing, and being a thousand - ten thousand, different mages everywhere and everywhen. It lasted an instant, but time was meaningless, since he was forever. But as time coalesced around a single point again, he didn't return alone. Something, someone, came along for the ride. "You know, I never thought someone would actually cast it. Let alone get it so wrong," the other figure in the clearing slowly coalesced into a man with a shock of unruly brown hair, green eyes, and a distinct scar stretching across his left cheek. His smile was handsome, and his body strong, if not young. He was perhaps three decades ezra's senior, and his gaze recalled in Ezra memories of horrific devastation in his time from that abyss, "I must say though, you've gotten it wrong rather perfectly. Better in fact than I had planned it. My own version left me bound to your will, and it might have taken me some time to break free. Your version though? Somehow you've managed something far greater. I am free to act, and you've unbound an athame. Ten millenia of safeguards and ritual to place limits on wizardry, and you've broken them all in less than a day. Truly, truly magnificent work. Ezra the Abandoned they called you. I name you Ezra, Last of the Heralds." The man stepped forward, and placed his hands around Ezra's neck. He tried to run, to flee, to do anything - but his very soul seemed pinned to the ritual circle by the Athame. As the life was choked out of his body, Ezra heard only the laugh of a man he had learned to know in that infinite abyss; the heretic, the magebreaker, the bringer of chaos, Horus, first of the Heralds.

[WP] As a young wizard you uncovered an old spell that resurrects one of your eldest ancestor. You do so in curiosity, only to face one of the most feared creature the world ever experienced thousands of years ago. The creature recognizes you as its descendant while you stare at it in disbelief.

The city of Tofrahaeth had been abuzz for nearly a decade over the magical prodigy that was Michael of the Arbaeli family. He could bend the elements to his whim, explain complex concepts in terms even of a five year old could understand, and create magical items that would surely bring about a revolution in the kingdom of Orkugarthur in the near future. What he couldn't do, however, was summoning magic. It was a damn shame that he wasn't me. I would have given anything to be Michael, growing up. To see him, to know him, to learn from him. But we lived worlds apart - he was a noble of Tofrahaeth, and I was living as the son of a lumberjack in the outskirts of a little village two days away called Dulskog. What we lacked in people we made up for in trees with rainbow bark and silver leaves. Artists would visit our town to paint the trees and forest, but to me, they weren't really anything special; just a way to put food on the table. My father assured me that one day I would follow his path in chopping down and processing trees to be exported to the city for a variety of goods. It wasn't a fate I wanted for myself, and truth be told, while I was no Michael Arbaeli, I had a secret of my own: I could do magic. I had never held a proper wand or staff in my life, but I had discovered at a young age that the dreams I had of circles with strange shapes and unfamiliar writing were actually used in summoning. The words were lost on me; it would be a miracle if I could read them, because I could barely read and write Mothurmal or Vithskapti. I wasn't a noble or even a merchant's child, so why would I know how to read or write in the first place? The act of summoning was actually pretty simple: you would draw the circle as required and then say... anything while thinking of wanting to have company. I don't know if this is how summoning was done in Tofrahaeth, but for me, it was sufficient. I had summoned all sorts of creatures and beasts in this way, though they always departed after half a day's time. One night, I went to bed, wishing that I too could come to be as well known as the prodigy everyone spoke of. Over the course of the night, I had an unusual dream. There was a circle, yes, that I saw. But there were eyes. Many, many eyes. And a feeling that someone... or perhaps, more accurately, someTHING... was watching me. I woke up in a sweat from the dream and pondered if I should dare draw out the circle that had caused me such unease. But why else had I dreamt of it, if not to bring it to fruition? I got changed and set out in the darkness into a small clearing in the wood where I usually drew my circles. Nobody would dare come this deep into the forest, especially at night. Indeed, there felt something eerie about the woods tonight - normally, the moonlight and starlight would reflect off the rainbow bark of the trees and produce a faint sparkle of color in every direction. Instead, there was just a thick darkness that choked the light out of the forest. Perhaps that was my second warning, with the first being the feeling in my dream, that I should stop. That I should turn back. But still, I pressed on to the clearing. In the darkness, I took to drawing out the summoning circle as I had dreamt it. It was clear in my mind, clearer than they normally were. When I finished, I found myself staring at a large, complex image carved into the dirt. Despite the signs, I held my hands out in front of the circle and focused my intent: I wanted something to give me company, something that would help me be as well known as Michael Arbaeli of Tofrahaeth. In an unusual display, red light began to spread along the lines I had carved until they all connected. Then, a column of light erupted forth and the earth shook, causing me to fall. Slowly rising from the ground came an enormous, wriggling mass of dark violet tentacles, the ends of each showing a luminous red eyeball. When it was finally finished emerging from the circle, it was taller than the trees and had knocked over several. My body shook all over in terror. "Wh...what!" I couldn't help but speak as I backed away on all fours, not turning away from the creature. In that instant, all of its many-tentacled eyes focused on me, and it seemed to hunch over, glaring down at me. "... child of mine," it intoned, sickly-sweet voice coming from I-don't-know-where. "We have much to discuss."

[WP] As a young wizard you uncovered an old spell that resurrects one of your eldest ancestor. You do so in curiosity, only to face one of the most feared creature the world ever experienced thousands of years ago. The creature recognizes you as its descendant while you stare at it in disbelief.

Fascination was betrayed in the wide saucers that were my eyes. Dim flickers of candlelight and dying embers of the once roaring hearth, shone only in faint hues of crimson and citrine. The Ancestor was vaguely familiar in shape, but the features of the beast were entirely fantastical and unnatural. Over the thin shrieks of the window outside my chamber, the soft, shallow breaths of the demonic Ancestor were all that could be heard. My breath had caught within my chest and my heart had seemed to cease it's hammering against my bosom. The summoning circle had long since ceased to glow with the enchanting magic, the now scorched ash and soot of the materials being swept by some hitherto unknown force into the corners and crevices of the wooden floor. The stirring of the beast drew my attention to the hideous face it held. A single long probuscis dangled loosely upon it's chest and multifaceted beetle black eyes sat on either side of its head. I knew the spell's side effects on the entity would soon give way and it would awaken. Quick hands, practiced and trained in the most basic elements of the summoning arts spread the salt and protective willow charms I had made for this purpose. A quick glance to the demon's head revealed a series of runes had become visible upon it's forehead between two armored stumps where horns must have once been. Though the language was ancient, the runes archaic, the name they spelled brought a new, fresh wave of fear into my heart. Professors, scholars, teachers and tutors alike, with my father's patronage having afforded all manner of education and enlightenment for me in my youth, had warned of this name. A fierce, insectoid prince of Hell, a king of all scourges and pestilence, the gluttonous lord of flies. "Beelzebub." My voice had been soft, barely a whisper, but the simple utterance I'd given had lent a sudden start to the demon prince of Hell. Fear, confusion, amazement, all flooded through me as I tried to understand how this was my Ancestor. Had I made a mistake? Written a rune wrong? Spake a syllable in the ritual chanting and recitation incorrectly? I had known this spell was unlikely to be successful, and had been warned it may be dangerous, but my damnable curiosity had driven me to this moment. This would be my final achievement in life and yet also a resounding failure as there was no doubt I'd be soon dragged back into the depths of hell. Charms and scripture could only protect me so long. "Yeah?' I felt my body freeze, my hands turning clammy, and my heart dropping as the demon slowly revived and sat up. Those terrible, horrible, shining black eyes turned to look at me, into me, past me. They showed nothing but my own reflection a thousand times framed and silhouetted against the now fading firelight. I attempted to take a step back, but the demon was standing quickly, with speed beyond what even I would have expected of someone pulled through time and space. But the laws of the universe did not obey a being such as this Beelzebub. "Wait." The voice bade me to stop, to halt and wait it emanated from the base of the probuscis which seemed to undulate and swing freely, the end of which I now noticed tucked up and behind the demon. A large hand rose in an outward faced palm, and I raised my wand in defiance against the spell that was soon to come. But it never did, rather a second hand rose to side of the demons head and in an instant my mind was racked with confusion, relief, curiosity, and fear all over again. "What is your name child?" I felt a flood of questions and a wave of emotion wash over me as the deep voice spoke and filled the room. My eyes peering deep into the two pools of hazel that had once been hidden behind the insect-like plates. Comfort, sadness, heat and chills spread two fold as I swallowed back my fear and whispered a single word in response. "Marie." Beelzebub, Lord of the Flies, Dread Demon Prince of Hell, whom had once struck down the great Elvish Lord Roharadon and his legions, whom had sacked the ancient capital of the Empire and split the continent in two with great arrows and spells from above, the commander of legions of imps that had killed countless soldiers of the Grand Army of the Imperium... Was Human. "It's okay Marie. They won't ever hurt you again, now that I've been given my second chance."

[WP] As a young wizard you uncovered an old spell that resurrects one of your eldest ancestor. You do so in curiosity, only to face one of the most feared creature the world ever experienced thousands of years ago. The creature recognizes you as its descendant while you stare at it in disbelief.

I pushed my thick, curly bangs out of the way as I tied my long, mouse brown hair into a braid. A quick look in the mirror told me “good enough.” On such a painfully average day, nothing could happen, right? Well, incorrect! My name is Yuna, and I’m an apprentice to the greatest wizard in the land. I’m learning how to be a wizard. Because my family is quite well known, I’m able to get these kinds of opportunities. I’m extremely grateful for that. Anyway, back to the present! I arrived at the cottage, and closed the door. My master would always yell at me to close the door after I entered. “Mr. Canmore?” I called out. No reply. “Mr. Canmore?!” I called again, this time, louder. “Horus?!” he’d always hated when I’d use his first name. Still no reply. “He may be in his study” I thought. But the problem is, I’m not allowed in there. I always wondered why. Was there something he was hiding? But I couldn’t contain my curiosity today. He wasn’t here, after all. But if he was in his study, I’d be screwed. I decided to take the risk. As I opened the door, something hard fell and hit my head, and I fell to the ground. “Ouch!” I exclaimed. Looking at the object, I realized that it was a book. A hard cover book? Why was a book falling from the sky? I was still pissed about the fact that a flying book hit me on the head, but I opened it anyway. I soon started to regret it afterward. What if it was a test by Mr. Canmore? What if he used a spell to make it fly towards me to see if I was loyal enough to not go into the study? My mind spun with thoughts. But I was curious. And he was old. “He’ll forget in no time” I thought. I opened the book. It seemed to be old, with beat up pages and barely legible words. Words in…Latin? Latin isn’t spoken anymore. Luckily, I knew Latin. I looked through it and realized it was a spell book. I noticed a spell that caught my eye. I couldn’t tell what it was supposed to be. Out of curiosity, I recited the spell. It was one phrase, repeated three times. “He will come back.” Suddenly, a large creature appeared. It growled at me, and I noticed it had sharp teeth. REALLY sharp teeth. I jumped back in fright, stumbling to the exit. I tripped over a table, and fell on the hard floor. I tried to get up, but the creature was strong. It loomed over me. It was tall and large! I backed away in a desperate attempt to live. But it sat up, as if it…recognized me? “Yuna Deamonne” it said, in a deep, firm voice. I gasped. It could talk? It seemed more…animal like. I was confused on why it was here, until I realized that the spell I cast summoned it. THAT’S what it meant by “He will return.” Looking back, that should’ve been obvious. “Master Deamonne.” Deamonne? That isn’t my last name. “You have brought me back. As repayment, I shall punish who has wronged you.”

[WP] As a young wizard you uncovered an old spell that resurrects one of your eldest ancestor. You do so in curiosity, only to face one of the most feared creature the world ever experienced thousands of years ago. The creature recognizes you as its descendant while you stare at it in disbelief.

Alright looks like it's all set up, all i need now is to drip a little of my blood. I hate this bit, why do they always need blood? My hands already look like chopping boards and I've only just started this magic stuff. The wizard grabs his ceremonial dagger and stands in the centre of the room surrounded by markings of ancient runes. Candles surround the runes providing all but a dim light in the room. His hand trembles slightly as he raises the dagger to his hand preparing to swipe it against his palm. He takes a deep breath to compose himself; he goes to slice his hand but pulls away at the last moment. Sighing to himself he rummages into his pocket and pulls out a scripture. “How much blood does it need? I can’t deal with another hand wound, it took like 2 weeks for it to heal enough to uhh… relieve my urges.” he scans through the page “Hmm… a few drops, that should be doable”. He then stuffs the scripture back into his pocket, breaths in and places the tip of the dagger on his index finger. He pauses for a moment and shakes his head side to side slightly and moves it to the tip of his ring finger and starts to wince as he presses it in. “Ahhhh.. stings like a bitch!” he curses through a grimace as the blood starts to draw for the wound. The dagger clanks as it is thrown to one side while the wizard gets down on his haunches and starts trying to massage the blood out of his finger. “Just a few drops…” he mutters to himself as he manages to get one drop out” WHOOSH the flames on the candles suddenly burn violently and grow to waist height. The wizard startled, falls backward narrowly avoiding a singed head and fights the tremble developing in his limb to get back on his feet. The ritual has started now, for better or for worse, the wind picks up forming a faint tornado in the centre of the circle sucking in the surrounding dust and air from the room. The candles continue to burn brighter and brighter and the tornado continues to grow stronger and denser. Beads of sweat fall down the wizards flush face as the heat grows more intense and the air gets thinner. The flames start to get pulled into the centre and the heat becomes too intense, the wizard covers himself with his cloak and dives out of the circle. He rolls frantically making sure none of his cloak is burning then looks up in awe as the tornado and flames start to form the shape of a person. The ritual reaches a crescendo and then the room falls in darkness and silence. The wizard laid there in silence unsure of what had just unfolded, had it worked? Had he brought his father back? A small sizzle rings out and one of the candles reignites, the wizard reaches back into his pocket and unfolds the scripture. Another gentle sizzle rings out and two more candles reignite as the wizard checks the scripture. “Resurrecting your oldest ancestor… Oldest?” Would that be Adam or Ev..”. “It would be… if you were a human…” a haunting voice descends from the darkness “I-if im not human, th th- then what am I?” the wizard shudders as he hears footsteps coming toward him and sees a growing figure through the candle light. “You are a demon, and I am Lilith, mother of demons!” the figure proclaims as the faint light reveals her face. “And we have work to do.”

[WP] As a young wizard you uncovered an old spell that resurrects one of your eldest ancestor. You do so in curiosity, only to face one of the most feared creature the world ever experienced thousands of years ago. The creature recognizes you as its descendant while you stare at it in disbelief.

(A teensy bit off prompt but i was inspired!) As a young wizard, I found a spell. It was a strange thing. By itself, in an otherwise completely unnoteworthy cave. Written on parchment so ancient it crumbled somewhat to the touch. The document itself was worn and missing segments, and my best translation was rather imprecise. Still, I could intuit what it was meant to do. It was an ancestor resurrection spell. At the time I had no use for it. I’m sure some of my ancient ancestors would have liked to be resurrected, but I wasn’t willing to risk piercing the veil for people I had never known. That changed when my mother got sick. It was a gradual thing, the sickness that killed her. At first she only started to feel tired. Then she began to cough. And as years passed, she became more and more brittle, more and more frail. I tried every healing spell I knew, and learned half a hundred new ones, but it wasn’t ever enough. It never made her better for more than a few weeks. Finally, I turned to the resurrection spell. I thought I understood it enough. I thought I would be able to tweak it to summon forth the ancestor I knew, the one I wanted. I spent the final months of my mother’s life, when I wasn’t by her side, collecting the ingredients and preparing the summoning circle. She kept telling me I shouldn’t put my hopes in it, that I should prepare to let her go. Spells don’t always work, after all. But I was determined. When the moment came, I laid her old body to rest and I set to work. I covered over my etchings with salt and blood. I set my components out in bowls, which I worked over with incantations. With careful precision I anchored the spell to the mountain. For a moment all was still. And then… there was a horrible rumbling sound from deep within the earth. As it grew louder, the ground began to shake. Rocks and gravel began tumbling down the slope, trees swayed and branches snapped. And it kept growing louder. The shaking grew so violent I fell to my knees, cutting myself open on the shifting terrain. The horizon heaved, the sky spun. Helpless, with nothing to hold on to, I was tossed like a wretched rag doll by the violent tremors. Through streaming eyes, I saw the mountain shift. At first I thought it was the swaying, my eyes couldn’t focus, I was disoriented. But the mountain was bulging. What started as a protrusion grew into a large ridge, rock screaming in protest all the while. Something was pushing it from the inside. Something was coming out of it. Too late I realized, that ancient language I had translated was draconic. Too late I realized this trick must have been how she returned from death the first time, and the second. Lyraxa, the World Breaker, she had been called. All I could do was stare in terror and dread as the first talon, thick as a tree trunk, broke the surface. The great creature kept scrabbling at the small hole it had made until first its hand, then its arm, broke through. And finally, with one last, shuddering heave and a shower of boulders, it birthed itself from the rock, leaving the mountain to collapse, hollow, behind it. The dragon shook herself off, her wings spreading impossibly wide as she stretched. Her great head swiveled around, sunlight glinting golden off her deep red scales. Her teeth were as long as a man is tall. If the trees had still been standing, they wouldn’t have even come up to her shoulder. Her gaze caught on me. I stopped breathing. And then, in a voice full of thunder and smoke, she spoke. “Son?” Perhaps I hadn’t gotten the spell entirely wrong, after all.