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In 3030, It is surprisingly cheap and popular to modify human DNA, for practical or aesthetic purposes. Those who chose to take a stand against H.G.M.O are stocking arms for combat, and you, Grand ambassador, are sent from planet to planet to talk them down from the brink of galactic civil war
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"content": "The Marine pushed into the shadows of the corridor. The man and woman were in the room ahead.\r \n\r \n\r \n\r \n\"We have to go.\"\r \n\r \n\r \n\r \n\"Where?\"\r \n\r \n\r \n\r \n\"To the top of the tower.\"\r \n\r \n\r \n\r \nThe Marine looked up. The elevators were gone. \"How do we get up there?\"\r \n\r \n\r \n\r \n\"There's a lift.\"\r \n\r \n\r \n\r \n\"I don't see it.\"\r \n\r \n\r \n\r \n\"It's not a conventional lift,\" the woman said. \"It's a gravity elevator.\"\r \n\r \n\r \n\r \n\"What's a gravity elevator?\"\r \n\r \n\r \n\r \n\"It's a lift that goes up and down using the force of gravity.\"\r \n\r \n\r \n\r \n\"I don't see how that could be done.\"\r \n\r \n\r \n\r \n\"The lift is on the top of the tower. If you go up the stairs, you can get to the top of the tower. You'll see the elevator there. It's safe. It's protected by an energy shield.\"\r \n\r \n\r \n\r \nThe Marine looked up. There was a red light flashing on the ceiling above the doorway they were standing in. He poked his head out. A guard was walking toward them, gun in hand. \"Quick.\" The Marine pulled back into the doorway. \"We have to get to the stairs.\"\r \n\r \n\r \n\r \nThey took off running.\r \n\r \n\r \n\r \nThe Marine pushed open the door at the end of the corridor and ran out on the balcony. He looked up. The guard was at the door to the balcony. He pulled out his weapon, but before he could fire, the Marine shot him in the leg. The man fell to the ground. He looked up at the Marine and then reached for his leg where blood was spurting out. The Marine walked over to him. The man looked up and begged for his life. The Marine fired a shot into his head. Then he turned around and checked to make sure he hadn't been seen. The woman was behind him, looking out over the city. The lights twinkled The lights went out all over the city, and the darkness was broken by a single brilliant flash of light.\r \n\r \n\r \n\r \n\"The lights are going out all over the city. We have to get to the lift.\"\r \n\r \n\r \n\r \nThe Marine ran back into the building. The woman was waiting for him by the elevator.\r \n\r \n\r \n\r \n\"The lights are going out all over the city.\"\r \n\r \n\r \n\r \n\"The elevator is protected by an energy shield. We have to go to the stairs. Hurry.\"\r \n\r \n\r \n\r \nAs the Marine ran through the door, the woman pulled out a weapon and followed him down the hallway.\r \n\r \n\r \n\r \nThey ran through the ballet of offices. The lights were going out. The Marine was behind her, moving as fast as he could. They were running through the dim light of the building. The Marine could hear the woman running behind him. Then he heard the sound of gunfire behind him. He turned around and saw the woman on the ground, bleeding from a chest wound, the the lights in the building came back on.\r \n\r \n\r \n\r \nThey ran out of the office building and onto the street, where the Marine helped her to her feet.\r \n\r \n\r \n\r \n\"Are you alright?\"\r \n\r \n\r \n\r \n\"I'm fine.\"\r \n\r \n\r \n\r \nThey ran across the street and into the lobby of another building, where a faint red glow was visible. They ran up the stairs, feeling their way along the walls. The Marine turned on his emergency light. He waited by the door, listening for the sound of footsteps. The sound of running footsteps approached. The Marine kicked the door open, sending it crashing back into the clerk behind the counter. The Marine checked the corridor. The woman was on the floor, bleeding, unconscious.\r \n\r \n\r \n\r \nThe Marine pulled out his portable emergency light, turned it on, and checked the corridor. There was someone coming down the corridor. The Marine studied the corridor, then he drew his weapon."
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A teenage girl copes with the challenges of her harsh daily life by reading and re-reading her favourite book, Anne Frank's Diary. The girl is Palestinian.
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Time Travel technology uses the life force of humans to power it. Expeditions bring two condemned prisoners, one fuels the journey there, the other back. Our latest research trip to Victorian London also serves as the execution of the greatest serial killer of our time - Notorious Jack.
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"content": "The star fleet serves a singular purpose with it's Time Management division. The purpose being the avoidance and control of tragedies, phenomenon and collapses being of critical importance to the furtherance and building of a successful human timeline on planet Earth. We recruit cadets from high school, and much like the formal military, provide employment up till the ages of 40-50, the passing of which started causing strange effects about in the human gastrointestinal system after time-traveling.\n\nGood morning class. I am professor Karl Hausser and I'll be your accompanying research head for the following time trip. Much like some of you I joined the star fleet as a young'un. I progressed through the ranks and after the mandatory military service was over, I joined the research division. We've come a long way the past few decades. In terms of research and real-world outcomes, we can now travel accurate to two days in the past, and five days in the future. This is down from almost a month give or take in either direction when I joined. This is because of new advancements in physics that let us capture energy from different humors existing within living creatures.\n\nAs many of you are aware, the star fleet utilizes human life force to propel itself through time. This has not changed in the many years of its function. Initially we picked up criminals and jailbirds on death row from our time. Over the years we have started to bring back criminals from previous ages as our current reserves deplete. This has proven to be highly complicated. Ethical questions notwithstanding, the process of bringing back a human to present time then fitting them to a battery module and shipping to an unforeseen time is cumbersome to say the least.\n\nThis process is made all the more difficult by the emerging science to support the hypothesis that humans with an indescribable darkness within them serve as stronger propellers through time. This has led us to go back in time and solve previously unsolvable cases if only for the purpose of capturing the darkness in man. This leads to a further conundrum. Is using present day technology ethical in solving cases of the past only to capture and utilize human potential?\n\nThis requires that present day cadets are given training not only in time travel physics and the necessary bio-chemistry know how required to make the ships work, but also police and detective training, such that, they might be able to solve cases that so perplexed the law enforcement departments of their time. Even then, certain cases require experienced personnel on board, as they capture such darkness that cannot be ferried without undertaking that which is most quixotic in man, the quest of deciding another man's fate. The trouble of condemning a man whose actions prove his conscience to be made of firmer stuff than that of the routine draft, right out of the academy. Mind you, the research head serves only to observe and only to intervene at times of high energy, that carry that obvious propensity towards disaster such as we have come to associate with the failure of missions 243 and 876 a few years ago. Their failures to successfully navigate the ups and downs of their own conscience led their captives to steer the ship to their own designs, and cause genocides of massive scales in time, whose effects we are still reeling with in our time, be as they were, technically, a few millennia before us.\n\nThis journey through time, we'll be attempting the capture of Notorious Jack. Be of note that the present omitted company is of extreme danger, to the lives of many folks and we'll be landing some time between his third and fourth kill. He is said to have murdered 21 people in Victorian England between the years 1881-1892. His M.O. was primarily young working class women and after murdering them, usually by strangulation, he'd engorge their insides till you could make out little theme park rides rearranged by hand and surgical tools. We have a couple of leads.\n\nThe first is Mr. Balty, the second Mr. Dediere and the third Mr. Trium. We'll be picking up each and injecting them with a truth serum to ascertain the identity of Notorious Jack.\n\nMr. Balty - It wasn't me, I was at home the nights of the 19th and the 21st, though on the 22nd I was out in the park.\n\nMr. Dediere - It wasn't me, I was at work the nights of the 19th and the 22nd, though on the 21st I was walking home.\n\nMr. Trium - It was me. I am Notorious Jack. I have killed three women and maimed them to fit my artistic aims. I will kill again tomorrow night.\n\nAs you can see class, Mr. Trium is the infamous Notorious Jack. Now for the actual task, which is, to carry him back to our time, where he'll stand trial for his crimes (both in his time, and in ours).\n\nDuring the ongoing journey none of you is to talk to him or attempt anything more than a rudimentary psychological assessment.\n\n\"Mr. Trium, why did you kill those women?\"\n\n\"I killed them because they were pretty and free. I did not like that. Nothing that is pretty should be free.\"\n\n\"Were you a lonely child?\"\n\n\"As a child I loved traveling on the railroad. I would walk on the tracks at night and hitch rides in the morning. Once the train conductor let me ride in the engine room, I loved it so much I became a coal boy.\"\n\n\"Did you ever fall in love?\"\n\n\"I loved her, Alyssa.\"\n\nAs you can observe, the subject is unaffected by the changed surroundings. As usually, a criminal is challenged into hysteria, our present company is remorseless. He is not in fear because he does not think like a regular human being.\n\n\"Are we safe, professor?\"\n\nWe are as safe as we want to be, as long as we do not come into his words.\n\n\"Say, I mean, I will embrace your religion if you let me out of this room.\"\n\n\"For a cup of warm Grey I'll paint your forms in immortal blue.\"\n\n\"There is one tomorrow and that tomorrow is mine.\"\n\n\\-\n\nWe laid hunched back in our quarters. Regulation commanded the prisoner was to be heard at all times. A damaged psyche resulted in a ruined battery. We tried our best to channel inner peace and tranquility.\n\n\"If you give me three of your hands, I'll give you four fingers.\"\n\n\"There was a busybody named Lou and nobody found him apart from you.\"\n\n\"Have you met George?\"\n\n\\-\n\nSoon however we were back in our time. Stumbling over our own feet we walked across the pavilion to the hangar to the briefing station. Home sweet home.\n\nAnother month serving the star fleet.\n\nThe protectors of time."
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Write a story about a blind human acting as a guide to an alien ship.
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"content": "There was a flash of light and a voice boomed out from the sky. It sounded like Fran Drescher to Milton Pope, who found himself standing in the middle of a wheat field in his underwear, having been awoken in the middle of the night by the nasal tones of The Nanny. Milton was just your average blind guy but he heard that voice and followed it, like an idiot, compelled to obey.\n\nHe stumbled out of his modest farmhouse and felt a breeze and a great WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH. ‘Oh fuck,’ thought Milton, ‘it’s the goddamn cops.’\n\n“No Milton Pope, it is not the goddamn cops,” said the voice.\n\n“That’s exactly what the cops would say!” replied Milton.\n\n“That’s absurd Milton,” said Ms. Drescher, the star of the hit film the Beautician and the Beast. “We are 24KM10. We are looking to park our ship for a while. We really have to pee. Is this field ok to park in?”\n\n“What are you doing here?” asked Milton, falling to his knees in terrified awe.\n\n“We have come to harvest content and slaves. Can we park here?”\n\n“But…but where are you from?”\n\n“Not important. Please tell us how to land here.”\n\n“Just a little to the left,” said Milton, and suddenly he felt his asshole opening up and he began to shit himself. “Oh my fucking god! What are you doing to me?”\n\n“Is that good?” said 24KM10. “Do you like that you little piggy?”\n\n“No, no, too much!”\n\n“We are sorry Milton. We are creatures that need human shit to park our spacecraft and sustain ourselves.”\n\n“Well,” said Milton, “I guess the shit is already out there, but my asshole has never been so gaping wide.”\n\n“We must spread your shit all over this field so that our spacecraft has a fertile medium and we have energy to procreate,” said the aliens. “We have chosen you, as your shit is the most rank on all of the earth.”\n\n“Oh of course,” said Milton, “that makes perfect sense.” And it did. \n\nMilton felt a bright hot light on his face and the spacecraft’s WOOSHing grew louder and louder. He screamed in agony as his skin began to melt off. Then the spacecraft touched down, splattering Milton all over the field, a puddle of blood, melted skin and shit.\n\n“Oops,” said 24KM10, as the theme to the Nanny began to play."
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With the spread of magic power has become less about political skill and charisma and more about raw, absolute personal power. Kings these days can crack continents and singlehandedly destroy armies while having just about 0 skill actually leading
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"content": "Long gone are days where an emperor needed to have any charisma or even diplomatic skill to rule over a country. Emperors in the current age only need to have raw magical prowess. The ability to be able to navigate difficult political meeting with greedy, selfish and power hungry kings and queens that could declare war at a moments notice. War is no longer an actual battle between hundreds of men but rather a duel between 2 nearly godlike mages. Many tyrannic rulers have taken the crown for themselves only for a stronger even more tyrannical challenger to appear and defeat them. The only reason people have not risen against these terrible Monsters is: Few people can survive being struck by a meteorite. So the never ending death and destruction continues for another day."
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"It's the third time he said yes; and he did shoot the woman, but the polygraph machine keeps saying it's false."
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"content": "\"It's the third time he said yes; and he did shoot the woman, but the polygraph machine keeps saying it's false.\""
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"content": "The man was sitting in a dim room with one light shining at him. He was betrayed by interrogator s but he co operated with all of their demands. “Yes, I confess, I killed her. You don’t need to keep yelling.” What confused the cops the most was a peculiar result from the polygraph machine. It kept saying that he was lying\n\nOne cop stepped out of the room, the other followed. “Hey, you don’t think he actually is lying, do you? It’s not unheard of that cops pressure people into false confessions.”\n\nThe mouse ached cop dipped his donuts into his coffee and took off his aviator sunglasses. “That’s impossible. We found his prints at the scene, and he has all the motivation to kill the broad. Hell, she even wrote his name on a bloody note. The machine must be broken.”"
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you are a fairy and a human captures you in a jar. And before you know it your in love with the human
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"content": "you are a fairy and a human captures you in a jar. And before you know it your in love with the human"
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You are Hubble Telescope. Now that James Webb Space Telescope has launched, you must prove your worth and remain relevant.
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"content": "You are Hubble Telescope. Now that James Webb Space Telescope has launched, you must prove your worth and remain relevant."
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You and your party are assembled in front of the Skeleton Queen, the ruler of the Undead Empire. As you try to talk about diplomatic relations between the UE and the rest of the kingdoms, the Bard keeps flirting with her and no matter how much you and the rest of the party try to discourage him-
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“Take a swig of the concoction, not a sip, not a gulp, a swig! Any more or any less could be disastrous”
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"content": "\\[Poem\\]\n\nTake a swig of the concoction, not a sip, not a gulp, a swig! \n\nAny more or any less could be disastrous. \n\n​\n\n\"That's ridiculous\", I reply. How much is a swig. \n\nA unit of measure that sounds simply too glib. \n\nThe man looks jovial, with a twinkle in his eye. \n\n\"You give it your best or else, you'll die\".\n\n​\n\nMore than a mouth full, less than two swallows. \n\nI believe this is good general advice I can follow. \n\nI eye ball it out, and hold the bottle to the light. \n\nThis much is needed. This much is right. \n\n​\n\nThe man laughs heartily. \"You think too much sir!\"\n\nHe motions his hands to give me a spur. \n\nI take a deep breath. I need this drink dearly. \n\nI hope the side effects are not too dreary. \n\n​\n\nThe taste is horrid. The flavor too foul. \n\nI feel my stomach jump, and try now to howl. \n\nThe man bursts into laughter and starts to clap. \n\n\"You took it like a man, like a true chap!\"\n\n​\n\n\"Now what!\" I say. I need the effects right away!\n\nHow long do I wait? Tomorrow? Today?\n\nThe man takes my arm and pulls me in close. \n\nI smell whiskey as he says, \"one or two hours at most\". \n\n​\n\nSo I just need to wait. At least I'm not dead. \n\nI look around for something to waste time instead.\n\nThe man sees my face and hands me a different brew.\n\n\"This one has no limit to how much you can go through.\""
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A MAN WAS POSTED AWAY FROM HIS HOUSE FOR 10 MONTHS, HE GETS A LETTER FROM HIS WIFE CONGRATULATING HIM FOR THE BIRTH OF HIS BABY DAUGHTER, HE GETS FURIOUS AS HE WASNT HOME FOR SO LONG, THE CHILD WAS NOT HIS! HIS WIFE ASKS HIM TO READ THE DATE, THE LETTER WAS SENT WHEN HIS FIRST DAUGHTER WAS BORN
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[EU] Shortly after opening up its borders to the rest of the world, Wakanda gets smitten with a drug problem. After several months of underground experimentation, a special strain of cannabis hits black markets worldwide. Its most popular name is "vibranium haze"
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One day, the entire world comes to a single, undeniable realization, god is real, and very bored.
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"content": "It was a gentle, sunny morning. Gabriel drank a cup of earl grey, no milk, while reading the Economist - his preferred choice for the past 30 years. Across from him was an empty chair. In years past, he would've conversed with the phantom keeping him company, but his new medication deprived him of his delightful delusions.\n\nThe sun catcher that his late wife had bought stamped a rainbow across his eyes, pulling him away from his magazine. To be honest, he hadn't really been paying attention to the articles anyhow, but he was always a man of tradition. That same devotion pulled him to his feat, powdered his shirt, shined his shoes, and lead him to the Church. It was Sunday after all.\n\nAgain, he listened to the old father Martin preach about the words of Ezekiel and lead in morning prayer. Again, Gabriel hummed and hymned along, just as he has done for 60 years. And when the sermon ended, Gabriel socialized with his constituents, talking about whatever was in the news. It was as it as it always was. But, as the years had passed, it became more of a struggle.\n\nEven with his deteriorating mind, he held onto the song and repetition of his life. Friendly, simple, happy. His life was good. It must've been. However, for some reason, that belief held shaky that day.\n\nIn his dementia, he was willing to border on an unspoken madness. First, silently to himself, he asked to end the game. Then, in an act of true rebellion, he asked the preacher the same question.\n\nObviously, the preacher was stunned and confused. This was an obvious cry for help from a poor old man. But Molly Santanio, the oldest constituent of the group hobbled her way towards Gabriel, dragging behind her an oxygen tank. She breathed heavily, her breathe pushing a strand of brittle, gray hair back and forth over her ancient face. \"I vote to end the game, too.\" And with two votes cast, the preacher abandoned his ignorance and acknowledged the game as well.\n\nNow, any wise man knows the rule: never talk about the game. Yet, here were three people who unilaterally admitted to its existence.\n\nWithout saying a word, another congregant member voted against the game. And another.\n\nSamuel, voted against the game. Elliot in Tuscan voted against the game. Sarah from Liverpool voted against the game.\n\nIt was a normal Sunday, but for some reason all the rancors had finally precipitated into realization. The jig was up. The game must end.\n\nIn that moment, god put away his puppets"
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You are a superhero and your power is that you get to retroactively change your decisions however long ago.
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"content": "A folded cloth napkin sat on top of a white plate, sprinkled with bread crumbs and smeared red sauce. \n\n*Pat, pat, pat.* Omar slapped his round belly and let out an extended exhale of pleasure. \"Boy, that sure hit the spot. I'm glad you picked this place, James.\" \n\nJames sat across from Omar, picking at peas and carrots with his fork. He made them race around the half eaten mashed potato and through the gravy that was now cold. \"Well, I'm glad you liked it,\" he replied.\n\n\"What? Wasn't the chicken good? I quite enjoyed my fish.\" Omar signaled to the waiter with two fingers. \n\nTheir waiter briskly made his way toward the two. Keeping his stride neat while pulling out his notebook from his apron. He smiled at them. \"How was the food gentlemen?\"\n\nOmar took a quick glance at James, and then to James's half eaten plate. \"Uh, very good. I would soon come again.\"\n\n\"Ah, that is most pleasant to hear, sir,\" said the waiter with a smile and tilt of the head. \"Shall I bring the check or do we have room for des-\"\n\n\"This isn't what I ordered,\" said James. \n\nThe waiter shifted his entire body towards James. \"I beg your pardon, sir?\"\n\n\"I didn't order this.\"\n\n\"Oh... I'm very sorry sir. I wish you would have let me known sooner. What is it that your ordered?\"\n\nJames thought for a moment. \"Eh, I believe it was the shrimp.\" The waiter flipped through his notebook. Under table 21 he had written 'fish and chips' for the larger gentlemen with the moustache, and 'chicken plate' for his friend. He contemplated the possibility of mishearing what James had said when he ordered... but only for a moment. There is no way he could have mistaken one for the other. James just didn't like his food and was going to take it out on him. It wasn't too often this waiter had to deal with such matters, but James had ticked him off. He would do as little as he could for James for daring to be so rude.\n\n\"I'm sorry sir, I must have misheard you because I had written down the chicken plate. I must say again, I wish you would have said something sooner. I would have been able to get you a new fresh plate.\"\n\n\"What *are* you saying? Are you saying you won't do anything now,\" asked James with a very unsubtle hint of disgust. \n\nThe waiter raised an eyebrow and gave a sly smile. \"I am *so* sorry sir. It is our policy that if anyone has eaten an entire plate we cannot reimburse them for the food. It is very expensive to prepare and we cannot justify replacing a finished meal. \n\nJames was taken back. He could not believe how he was being spoken to. \"Are you serious?\"\n\n\"I am afraid so sir. There is nothing I can do. But, I can offer the two of you a free dessert for the trouble. Again, I am so sorry.\"\n\nJames looked over at Omar. Omar gave an uneasy smile and a shrug. James turned back to the waiter and pointed to his notebook. \"Let me see that.\"\n\n\"If you must, sir.\" The waited handed James his notebook. James flipped to the page with their order and read it over again and again. He rubbed his thumb slowly against the paper. \n\n\"You did not write 'chicken plate.'\" James handed the notebook back to the waiter with a finger directly above the word 'shrimp'. \n\nThe waiter took the notebook and reread the order. 'Table 21: Fish and chips, shrimp.' \n\nHe could not believe what he read. In his own handwriting he had wrote 'shrimp' when he swore he had written and just saw the word 'chicken.' \"I... I am so sorry sir, I will have a plate made for you and don't worry about the check. It's on the house tonight.\" \n\nJames watched the waiter as he rushed away, bumping against chairs and wiping sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. James chuckled, turned back to Omar, and gave him a wink."
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Being a mech pilot isn't as glorious as it's made out to be. As a former mech pilot for the armed forces, you are trying to convince your kid not to sign on as a mech pilot.
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"content": "The fifty-five ton Shadowhawk mech stood in the hangar, silent, unmoving, its engine cold for the past ten years. Its name was the Blue Skye, and it had belonged to Maggie's family for four generations from her great-grandfather to her mother. Maggie sat on a crate just looking at the giant mech that she knew would soon be hers. In her hand she held a print-out of a ComStar communication; her acceptance to Sanglamore military college on Skye.\n\n\"I thought I'd find you here,\" said a hushed voice behind her. She turned around to see her mother approaching in her wheelchair, and handed her the paper. Eleanor read it, nodded, and handed it back. \n\n\"Can we just skip the next bit?\" Maggie asked.\n\nEleanor frowned. \"What next bit?\"\n\n\"The bit when you waste another two hours trying to convince me not to go, and I ignore you and go anyway.\"\n\nA tear trickled down Eleanor's cheek and she wiped it away. \"I knew this day was coming,\" she said. \"This...\" she waved a hand towards the Blue Skye, \"...it's in your blood. I know I can't convince you to change your mind any more than my mother could convince me to change mine.\"\n\nMaggie reached out and took Eleanor's hand. \"Would you have done any different, if you'd known how it was going to end?\"\n\nEleanor closed her eyes, remembering that day. Every mech pilot accepts the risk of injury or even death in combat, but for her, it ended very differently; a collapsed repair gantry in a hangar just like this one, and a nine-metre fall that broke her back. She squeezed her daughter's hand and shook her head. \"No, Mags,\" she said softly. \"Being a mech pilot is tough and mostly boring. You might never see a day's real combat in your entire life. Just endless training exercises sitting in that overheated cockpit up there. But still, I would have done the same all over again, and no regrets.\"\n\nMaggie smiled and nodded. \"Mam, you're not doing a good job of trying to convince me not to go,\" she said.\n\nEleanor shook her head. \"I guess I'm past that, now,\" she said. \"Come, this way.\" She rolled her wheelchair to a corner of the hangar where there was a row of lockers. She tapped a combination code into one of them and opened it. Inside was a mech warrior's cooling vest and neurohelmet. The cooling vest bore a name, *E. Lewis* and the badge of the 17th Skye Rangers.\n\n\"Right then,\" Eleanor said. \"You better put these on.\" She turned to look at the Blue Skye. \"Let's see if the old girl still works.\"\n\n(The rest of the story, as they say, is history; https://blueskyedreams.wordpress.com/ - written by me, almost 22 years ago.)"
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[CW] A fable that has a modern-era moral or life lesson.
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"content": "imagine a family\n\nimagine a man, a good man: who suffered hardship and strife throughout his life, forged and tempered to be faithful and full of joy, wonder and happiness. and once he had a stable life, he found a family. to him, the most precious thing to him was his family: a beautiful loving wife and children. to him everything was perfect.\n\nimagine children, ignorant children: who have yet to go through the trials and tribulations as the parents, raised with fun and joy and discipline and order. they loved each other, they loved their friends, they loved their parents. they watched and mimicked their mum and dad, whatever they learned that worked for them they cherished as important lessons and built upon them to become stronger, better people in their eyes. the most precious thing to them was their family and friends. to them everything was perfect.\n\nimagine a woman, a cold woman: who suffered hardship and strife throughout her life, forged and tempered to be two-faced and callous, selfish yet gentle. she manipulated others for power or pleasure and during a dark point in her life, she saw not a man, but a bank to take money from. she watched, waited, lied and planned. and now that she had children, everything was set in place. now with a word, a call or a simple desire, she could once again return to the life she once had and use the man's mistaken kindness to keep her lifestyle afloat. she cared not for the children as they were just another means to an end. to her, everything was perfect.\n\nedit: this is a draft feel free to comment on any improvements I can make"
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Skin color is a choice. You can change it immediately as long as there is at least two other people with the same color. If you are the last representative of a specific skin color, you cannot change it anymore. Same rules apply for language and nationality.
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"content": "Watching everyone flood to one grouping of traits was hilarious, as they experienced the dawning horror of their being no privilege to be found. For their whole lives they'd believed that's what held them back; but freed of that burden, their failures and shortcomings left them naked and exposed. The slow, quiet reversion was equally satisfying. So many braggarts fallen silent. It took a few years of social deprogramming to understand that works wasn't as they were told. It never stopped being funny to hear cries of appropriation, only to have the crier turn it to have also shifted.\n\nThe Hipsters were insufferable, ever seeking a more obscure race, nationality, language combination. The Sea Lander that spoke a Navajo dialect, with skin that was Appalachian Blue was the weirdest one I saw. The Nordic ginger looking Sentenelese that spoke only in Swahili was trying too hard."
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A nuclear scientist went against a dictator's demands to make nuclear weapons, so he was thrown in prison and tortured for 10 years. Today he was finally released, hell bent on revenge.
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"content": "A nuclear scientist went against a dictator's demands to make nuclear weapons, so he was thrown in prison and tortured for 10 years. Today he was finally released, hell bent on revenge."
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"content": "“ Please don’t do it” wimped the Mad dictator \n\nA man, wearing a lab coat held a hammer of U 235 with a drum with a lid of U 235. His hair was frizzed, glasses dangling from his left ear and had a mad glint in his eye\n\n“Comrad, You ordered me to create a electron bomb. I told you the bomb was too powerful but you had your secret police force me to make it. I worked for 20 years, 20 YEARS.”\n\nHe raised the hammer higher\n \n“I recalculated the math and it would destroy East Berin from the testing site. I couldn’t convince the Supervisor so I destroyed the plans and wreaked the bomb to prevent WW3. Instead, I was put into Stanlingrad for my service.”\n\nThe hammer of U235 was above his head ready to strike.\n\n“ Now I am giving you my gift, as you ordered, one nuclear bomb.”\n\nBefore the dictator screamed, the hammer stroke the drum and the chain reaction exposed the gallon of c4 and Putin’s place was wiped out"
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"You dare oppose our armada? you're alone, no weapons, no tools, no plan." You smile at that. "Yeah. And you're terrified of that."
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"content": "\"You dare oppose our armada? you're alone, no weapons, no tools, no plan.\" You smile at that. \"Yeah. And you're terrified of that.\""
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"content": "She posed a glance quickly down to the sullen afternoon that had unfurled on Kitsch Street below. Not the solitary water seller, or the brusque coachmen, and neither the drooping jet-black lamposts were anything of note to her, but the mélange of it all tingled her memory with a delicate touch always. She tore her gaze down to the quiet cracks in the pavement and her ears last heard the thudding of awnings before she turned back to the grim blue screen in front of her.\n\nThe many elegant symbols on the screen kept rotating in their many-sided symmetries and she resumed treating her notebook with solemn scratches. Now and then but not then or then again, her mind gradually calculated and began to dwell on the consequences of this deduction. Her mind aimed at reasoning but gradually spiraled away. She thought of her grimmest days and her gladdest, curved about in visions of hope and resolution, and finally rested a bit in the deepest recesses of her mind, where light may not seep save from one. And then she slipped.\n\nCaptain Sharky was a pirate of great renown in those times, conveyed in modern terms the memoirs of his many adventures were arguably book deal-movie deal-remake into a trilogy deal material. So far and wide had he sailed, all starting from that little hamlet-by-the-sea that he so merrily terrorized on a dinghy in his younger days under an older sun.\n\nHe glanced at the pirate fleet he had assembled, all draped and drawn in preparation for the legendary battle with the foe that awaited.\n\nThe assembled waves cleared down into a trough and the Jolly Roger on Captain Sharky's ship waffled about in the wind like awnings on a city street and at last, he came face to face with Fate herself.\n\nHe now collected himself and shouted \"You dare oppose our armada? You're alone, no weapons, no tools, no plan.\"\n\nShe tensed her brows in familiar consternation before speaking a few calm words to herself and lunging ahead."
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it's always easy for a superhero to retire. Just hang up the cape and mask, and its done. But what about the villains who dont even look human? The cyborgs, the men-turned-monsters, the "final form" villains? How far must they go just to throw in the towel?
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"content": "it's always easy for a superhero to retire. Just hang up the cape and mask, and its done. But what about the villains who dont even look human? The cyborgs, the men-turned-monsters, the \"final form\" villains? How far must they go just to throw in the towel?"
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[EU] The Imperium of Man only control a million worlds in a galaxy of a hundred billions star systems. In this crazy galaxy, the Galactic Empire, the Federation of Planets and the Empire from Dune also coexist, and through dumb luck, never knowing about the existence of other human galactic empires.
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"content": "I like the mashup, it plays if each empire is in a different galaxy I guess. \n\nBut I’ll give you the short version. There isn’t a space faring fantasy empire in existence that would be able to go toe to toe with the Imperium of Man. A coalition of millions of worlds solely dedicated to war and the destruction of its enemy. It’s entire culture is predicated on war. 40K wins hands down 1v1. And even if all three other empires along with mass effect empire comes in just for fun, I’m still probably taking 40K vs everybody in an all out meat grinder slug fest. \n\nReasoning behind the thinking, ie the long version, The sarduakar are an outlier in dune, and they are virtually the standard in 40K. \nIirc Dune universe is also significant smaller by comparison, Star Wars is bigger but still only talking about a couple hundred - low thousands of members in galactic senate/empire, mass effect has a comparable size to dune, so again not much help. The size of the federation of planets is sub 500 members, so in total we’re looking at absolute best less than 5,000 worlds combined vs 1 million.\n\nGranted 40K imperium of man is decentralized and fragmented, and currently torn asunder by the eye of terror. \nBut there is political instability in each of the other empires as well. The biggest military challenge would be Star Wars universe, and that’s mostly because in a life or death situation I imagine they pump out more clones than you could fathom, especially if they had access to Star forge, but force powers are either negated or trumped by warp powers so at best call that a wash. Grey knights would mop the floor with all with & Jedi.\n\nThe only chance the other empires would have is by forming a super alliance and each individual empire 100% of its own strength and support from their vassal factions — which would basically never happen. \nIf that didn’t happen, 40K would fight everybody anyways based on how they interact with other non imperial human worlds in their respective universe. 40K would either annex those willing or put them to the torch. Just not a very friendly bunch. \n\nTL/DR: 40K mops the floor in a war against the other human galactic empires even if they all combined and could muster full strength. \n\nThe only scenario where that wouldn’t happen is if all the imperium of man’s enemies attacked the imperium in full force simultaneously while the imperium of Man went to war with the coalition of other fantasy human empires. However, that’s not a fair scenario, because the same could be said about the other empire’s enemies taking advantage of the coalition being preoccupied with a war against the imperium of Man."
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Every super power comes with a label. Yours? "lazy writing"
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"content": "I would be the first to admit, that when I scribbled my signature upon a piece of paper for the first time in my life, I didn't expect another version of me to appear. My entire life, I'd always been particular about my writing; it Had to look nice, y'know? But when it came time for me to write my signature upon my debit card, I just didn't have the energy to bother.\n\nAs soon as I finished my signature, words appeared over my vision 'Congratulations, you've unlocked your Superpower: Lazy Writing'. From that day onwards, I've had the ability to create things with my words. Yet, if my words aren't legible enough to be understood, anything could happen. So far as I know, this ability has no limits."
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They performed the rituals perfectly, to summon the being of unstoppable, unfathomable power. They were expecting some kind of eldritch abomination, an unholy being of madness and terror utterly beyond comprehension. They got Superman.
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"content": "\"Nooooooooooo! This cannot be!\" Screamed the devil as a ripped head to toe man exploded out of the black star he had scribbled on the floor with a crayon.\n\n\"Muahaha!\" Returned the man with a handsome grin. \n\n\"The floor contained a trap door all along! I was merely hiding in your basement!\" He bellowed across the room, as he flew in circles since it wasn't a very big room, and he needed to not hit the walls.\n\nSuddenly Batman appeared, and the lights went out. The Devil screamed \"No I can't get raabies! It'll kill me!\" but there was no escaping the caped duo.\n\nBatman shot a pair of handcuffs out from his belt, and then Superman flew around the room some more. The handcuffs missed, and the Joker escaped!"
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One day everybody on earth hears this at the same time "nuclear fission exploit patched,nukes and other radioactive weaponry have been disabled".
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"content": "One day everybody on earth hears this at the same time \"nuclear fission exploit patched,nukes and other radioactive weaponry have been disabled\"."
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"content": "Most people breathe a sigh of relief. Of course the leaders of most countries who hold nuclear weapons have mixed feelings. Some are happy. They now know they will never have to use them and it is a big weight off their chest. Others are angry. \n\nWhen Putin gets the memo he goes ballistic. He knows he can no longer intimidate the world the way he could. He hears a loud noise. It is getting closer and closer.\n\nHe looks up and sees a huge drone carrying a 1000 pound pumpkin. It lands on him and cripples him. He is now confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life."
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During an experiment you and your team of young astronomers discover that stars are actually sentient life forms. They communicate telepathically, and after months you are finally able to decipher one of these conversations.
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"content": "Two kids walking down the block.\n\n\"Hey did you see the new pokemon game?\"\n\n\"nah man, I prefer Digimon.\"\n\n\"Oh... I guess you haven't heard the news...\"\n\n\"What news?\"\n\n​\n\nThe scene fades.\n\n​\n\nSpain, 2143.\n\nA family eats a paella along the riverside.\n\nAn earthquake suddenly hits. Every body panics.\n\n​\n\n\"Our time has come.\"\n\n\"Indeed, it has\"\n\n​\n\n Two generals open the portals. \n\nThe bright light leaves everyone in awe.\n\nThe start warriors cross into our realm.\n\n\"Where are they?\"\n\n\"Spain, my lords.\"\n\n​\n\nIn a meeting, the 3 women chat.\n\n\"I told you, You should've gone with Pokemon.\"\n\n\"How was I supposed to know? I did what I needed to do.\"\n\n\"How will you deal with this?\n\n\"It's simple. We must play dead.\"\n\n\"Do you believe it will work?\"\n\n\"I am sure of it. It is already done.\"\n\n​\n\nEverything goes dark.\n\nFor instants, the sun flickers. The universe shivers.\n\nFor a moment in existance, time freezes.\n\n​\n\nThe star warriors notice this and in a split second, they send out the message to those who will one day find them.\n\n​\n\n\"Did you know that love is the most important thing in the whole world?\"\n\n​\n\nAnd so it is.\n\nAll is well.\n\nPeace has finally been achieved."
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You are writing a book, and you are in the middle of a scene where the main villain is about to do some terrible things. Suddenly, you hear a voice in your head. It is the voice of the villain. He asks you “Why are you making me do these terrible things?! I am not the bad guy you think I am!”
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"content": "\"You don't understand!\" Was all I could \"hear\" as my fingers twitched. I hadn't heard it per se but I could clearly make out what was said. I looked around to be sure I was alone in my room then returned to my keyboard. \"Stop, goddamnit I don't want to do what you're planning for me to do!\" I recognized him after the second sentence. Cade Detrich an admittedly less-than-fully developed villain in the novel I'd spent the last 3 years writing. Strange though, I knew it was him but I'd always thought of his voice as aristocratic and European. \n\n\"So I've stopped for now. Care to tell my why you wouldn't do the things I've written for you so far?\"\n\n\"You arrogant dick, the first reason is because they are horrible. Not morally (though holding an entire luxury ship hostage then killing them when you get paid would be quite humorous) but because you haven't fucking bothered to tell me why I'm doing this shit?\" \n\nOh fuck me I've created Marlon Brando on paper"
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Tell me the tale of Birkendall's Hammer
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You are a test subject in the world's first human cloning experiment. You walk into the "A" side of the chamber and fall unconscious. When you wake up, you see yourself coming from the "A" side.
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"content": "I'm not gay but I'm totally going to bang my clone. I approach him and introduce myself. We talk for awhile and we get along swimmingly. No surprise there. \n\nI take him back to my place and get him some clothes, one of my old phones and some cash. Can't have him walking around like a bum. I suggest we go for a drink. We hit up the local watering hole and I ask him if he wants a shot? \n\n\"What the fuck do you think?\" He says, jokingly.\n\nWe start boozing. Hard. I'm not shy so it doesn't take long for me to come out and ask if he'd be interested in some fucked up sexual shit. He's up for it! Nice.\n\nWe head back to my place and start doing our thing. It's fucking weird as shit but I'm more into than I ever imagined. Shirts off. Pants off. I'm fucking ready. He's....not. \n\n\"I swear this never happens.\" he says, \"I don't know what's wrong.\"\n\nHe can't get anything going down there. It becomes awkward and says he has to go. \n\n\"I'll just stay at a hotel\" he tells me and walks out the door.\n\nHe leaves and I lay there mortified. \n\n\"Am I not good enough for me?\", I mumble to myself. My eyes start to fill with tears. I fall back on the bed and drift off.\n\nThe next morning, in the sober light of day, I actually feel better. It was probably just the alcohol. After all, it's happened to me before. I'll call him later and we'll set something up. On my lunch break I shoot him a text asking to talk. That was three hours ago and it's been on \"Read\" ever since. Huh?\n\nI decide to give him a call. It's declined on the second ring. What the fuck? Maybe he's having trouble using it? Could he not have gotten all my memories? \n\nOf course that's it. I decide to go track him down. He's not at the lab. I poke my head into a couple restaurants to see if he's there. Nothing. Try calling again. No answer. I'm starting to get a little worried when it hits me. The bar. Of course. I head on down.\n\nAs I walk in I see him but my relief turns to anxiety when I notice him talking to another man. An attractive man. I approach him and he stumbles his way through an excuse why he didn't answer my calls and texts. \n\n\"I was thinking we could go back to my place and give it another shot.\" I explain.\n\n\"I think I'll stay here a bit but maybe I'll call you later.\"\n\n\"Well.... why not now? What's the deal?\"\n\n\"Please don't do this. It's just not going to work out.\"\n\n\"What, but why?\"\n\n\"Can we please do this later?\" he asks.\n\n\"WHY?!\" I scream, \"So you can hang out with your little slut at the bar?!\"\n\n\"You're making a scene. Please... I'm just not interested in you like that. You're not my type.\"\n\nI go fucking nuts. Slapping, yelling, flailing. \n\nThe bartender threatens to call the police so I tell everyone to fuck themselves and leave.\n\nI sit in my car for what felt like an eternity waiting to see if he comes out to talk. He doesn't.\n\nThat was two months ago. Since then he's blocked me on social media, I've been banned from the bar and was issued a restraining order. I now realize I've been acting like a fool. I feel bad about that so I plan on surprising him by having dinner waiting for him when he gets home. I'll tell him how I've changed and how I would do anything for him. \n\nFirst things first though. Where does he keep his first aid kit? That window really cut me up. I can't wait to see the look on his face. We'll be together again. We must."
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The alien version of Sir David Attenborough's latest documentary discovers Earth
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"content": "\"And here we see the common human, consuming its prey, this species refuses to hunt for themselves, so they get other human to build taste filled objects with nothing actually nourishing in them, and send their own humans to do the travelling bit that they don't want to do. These traveller humans ride on little wheeled motor seats, not just because they are too lazy to walk or run: but because the first human used a construct to get the other two to send them the taste objects, and it refuses to have anything but fully heated, despite the fact that they just used nothing to buy taste objects that do nothing. This species, is truly, stupid.\""
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[PM] Whisper Fox and the Winter Moon - a short kids story
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Everyone speaks in terror of the tragic tales of heroes who fell and became dark lords, but few bring up those few who started as lords of Darkness and found redemption
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"content": "Everyone speaks in terror of the tragic tales of heroes who fell and became dark lords, but few bring up those few who started as lords of Darkness and found redemption"
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A series of strangely sequenced solar flares strike the Earth, disabling a majority of humanities electric infrastructure for a time. As it turns out, the sun is inhabited by an exotic, yet intelligent form of life based on plasma & the strange solar flares were their attempts at first contact.
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"content": "Professor William Douglass is reviewing the calculations he has painstakingly transcribed on the napkin in front of him. \n\nIt is past midnight, and the only illumination for me to read by is the occasional flares of light from the corner of the sky. \n\nLarge, bright solar flares had been radiating from the sun for the last six days, destroying several satellites and wreaking havoc on our electrical systems. The politicians were in uproar; and there had been several protests. I wasn’t quite sure what protesting would do against the sun, but I appreciated the community activism. \n\nThe flares seemed timed, and I was noticing a pattern. I took my pen and made a note, trying to find a mathematical reasoning behind the sequence. Bereft of ideas, I doodled the pattern on the edge of the napkin. Flash. Longer flash. Longer flash. Flash. A pause. Flash flash flash flash. Flash, longer flash. \n\nInspiration hit me like the apple to Newtons head. Morse code!\n\nThe internet had been down since the second day of the solar flares, but I had a manual of Morse code somewhere in my office. With some scrambling, I found the key in the back of a long forgotten textbook.\n\nWith shaking hands, I recorded the message that was important enough to devastate our world. \n\n“We have been trying to reach you about your cars extended warranty?”"
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You've worn the suit for all your life, because it kept you safe... but now you've forgotten what your own face looks like.
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"content": "I've always adored the warmth of human skin. They're so very comfortable and snug when they're pressed against my own. But soon it became an obsession. It first started when my mother gave me a huge embrace. The sensation of her body against mine was astonishing in ways I can't describe. It made me feel safe, secured and tranquil. That was when my greed began. It's ironic how when you're provided with something, you still crave for more.\n\nTo me, a hug was temporary; it was too short, too scarce. I've always despised that feeling when the warmth I was given slowly dissipate into nothingness. I wanted it to be permanent. My aspirations were distinct yet I had not an inkling of how to accomplish it until it clicked. I will simply be one with my mother forever. \n\nAt night when there were no stars present to observe the spectacle I was going to perform, I snuck into my parents' room as they slept so soundly on their bed. I stealthily crossed the wooden floor towards my mom and raised a blade close to her throat. \n\n\"This will be wonderful,\" I thought.\n\nAs swift as possible, I slid the silver tool across her vulnerable neck, causing vermillion to gush out from the wound. That was when she awoke. Choking on her own blood, she glared at me in disbelief, stretching out her hand to me whilst the red liquid stained the unpigmented cloth like an embroidery. She attempted to speak but not a word could escape from her damaged throat. Soon she succumbed. I grinned joyously at the corpse now before me. \n\nAs quietly as possible, I moved her body to my room to not alert my dear father who was still sleeping, oblivious to the painting I had drawn. Tomorrow, when he awake from his slumber, I was certain that he would be impressed by the costume I have innovated. A costume so life-like he can do nothing but gawk at. A costume that will make you forget who you were."
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It is 1799, 20 years after the failed American Rebellion. A vicious plauge akin to the Black Death rips through the country at an apocalyptic rate and the empire is at its brink. You're a recruit in the Black Watch, a Highlander regiment sent to "pacify" New York and its crumbling garrison.
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"content": "New York 1799\n\nCrunch, crunch, crunch.\n\nMy boots crashing into the snow was the only sound I heard for hours as we walked for days towards New York. Graduate of Harvard law, coming from a long line of doctors, my set of skills was seen as particularity impressive enough to receive notice from His Majesty himself. I’ve been known by some of my best mates, as one of the smartest men on the upper side of the colonies, though few would admit it. At least I would like to think so, since I received the title of Captain, as soon as I was conscripted for His Majesty’s Armed Forces Combat Medic Division. Few men could have that honor under their belt.\n\nWe had been given orders from the Kings guard to investigate a terrible disease ripping through the colonies, the worst places have been large cities, and New York has definitely been hit the worst.\n\n Crunch, crunch, crunch.\n\nAs I walked into the city, bayonet rifle in hand, my black coat waving in the harbor wind, I noticed there was a quiet. No horse hooves or carts on brick, no hollering of drunks, no children playing. It was the stalking silence of a predator, hiding in the thick brush. \n\n“Captain, over here!” a wheeze came from a fat man, who looked to be wearing an imitation of a New York garrison uniform. He was unkempt, balding, scruffy, everything that could have brought the look of a guard down. If it weren't for the golden crest of the crown, and bright red coat, he could have easy passed as a woodsman or farmer from out of town who had never seen civilization. \nAs I looked him up and down, giving him a nod, I announced, “Captain Adam Torch of His Majesty’s Armed Forces Combat Medic Division, what is the current status of this outbreak?” \nThe scruffy looking man reached for my hand, like a dog reaching out for his master to shake, I immediately retracted my own, doesn’t this simpleton know how easy it is from disease to come between people? The last thing I would do is touch him, even if there weren’t a plague. “Name’s Bill sir. ‘Fraid I don’t got no fancy titles, but not much use of them here.”\n“I don’t remember asking for your name, I asked what is the current status of this outbreak.”\nHe stared at me for a moment , trying to find words that wouldn’t make him seem stupid before saying, “’bout every house has got this spirit. It kills at least one person before heading off to the next.”\n“How many homes do you have in this town?”\n“I don’t know if I could count that high sir” He smiled, as if to antagonize me.\n“Time is essential, Bill. How many homes do you have in town?” I asked, patiently.\n“About two thousand and some more.”\n“Can you point me in the direction where the outbreak first began?”\n\nWe walked quickly down the street, hardly anyone to push past, or obstacles to maneuver around, I was able to take in the surroundings for accordingly. \nLarge X’s either in white chalk or charcoal have been written on most doors, more than likely displaying this spirit had entered their home.\n“I don’t know why the good Lord has done this to us.” Bill uttered. “We is as good as people as any.”\n“These issues occur have been happening all over, it’s unfortunate New York has been hit the worst” I said, nearly absently .\n \nWe stopped at a two story building that looked identical to many others on the street that looked like all the rest. “This would be the place right here” as he pointed with his chubby finger. Good dog.\n\n“Please wait outside and I will conduct my investigation.” I said to him, as I ascended the stairs, giving a few hard knocks before entering. The door was already unlocked. As I moved in, you could smell the death and shit in the air, like it was seized in a jar, waiting for some one to rip it open. I quickly donned my breath mask, its long beak stretching far from my face, hopeful I was quick enough to keep the miasma from entering my body. \n\nAs I walked through this flat, the quiet grew louder. Where before I could at least hear the air in my ears, and Bill’s constant blathering, here there was no sound. No floorboards squeaking, no newborn wails, no popping of the firewood in the hearth.\n\nMoving out of the living room, into the family bedroom I was able to see them. A family of four laying together, all tucked into bed, sleeping forever, until some moved their bodies to their graves. I walked over to them, reading my medical instruments, my knife, already in my hand, I made a small incision in the fathers arm, dark red, almost black blood began to very slowly clot the opening I had made, the aroma of rot fresh in the air again. \n\nNearly gagging I continued, looking for signs of what the illness could be, but I never seen anything like it. It seems as though the have long passed yet there bodies have yet to decompose. Rigamortus setting in, yet there limbs are still able to move more free than should be possible. As I was on my last examination, I looked into each of the subjects eyes. All cloudy, yet still with fullness, still able to open and close with ease.\n\nAs I stood over these corpses, I heard a dripping sound. As I moved over to see what it was, it was the blood that was coming from the fathers arm, now no longer black clumbs, but a small stream. How? \n\nAnd then to my horror, as if my eyes were deceiving me, the hand began to rise. First slowly the hand, the forearm, and then the torso. As I stood there flabbergasted, I was the unfortunate discoverer, that we were dealing with a brain destroying parasite, that would pilot corpses of the deceased. I was unable to process that now, as he began to lunge at me."
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After seeing lights in the midnight sky, a woman finds herself missing six hours of time.
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"content": "Her warm embrace made me feel loved, She cared about me, She was the only one I could look up to at night, dazzled by the bright aura emanating around her and feel completely at peace. Her long shining hair flying wildly in the night sky, a crimson mirror grasped tightly in her hand. She had the most beautiful voice as she sang melancholic laments about those she lost, she screamed after each name, she shrieked after each passing phrase. Such a beautiful woman overcome with sorrow, I could do not but cry in her place.\n\nA bedazzling light grew closer to my face, She was getting closer, to bring me with her, to be her daughter, there was no greater treasure than to be the child of this woman, protected by her motherly love, all I felt was joy, happiness and security and those were the last things I felt before the world went dark.\n\nThe quiet emptiness of the void was pierced by the ringing of my phone. I opened my eyes, confused by my surroundings. I was on the top of a skyscraper in a place I was unfamiliar with. The breeze was unkind to me, shooting my face with bullets of wind sending my hair into a wild, flurry. I answered my phone and heard the sound of my mothers voice.\n\nI did not speak, I only listened to her cries of panic, she faked her concern so well I almost believed her but only I knew how she really treated me. I was nothing more than a doll to her, something to pamper and beautify without consideration for its feelings. She didn't love me, she wasn't my real mother. I looked at the time on my phone which read 6am. It had been 6 hours since my real mothers last visit. \n\nI began to slowly walk towards the edge of the building. My real mothers voice guided me to the very edge, I stood there, embracing the wind, it desperately tried to push me back but nothing could stop me from being with mother. I took another step forward, the breeze got more desperate bruising my face with its force, I was getting closer, time seemed to slow down making this moment more memorable so that I may treasure it forever. It was time.\n\nThe last thing I remember before the world went black was her melancholic laments, that beautiful voice spoke my name before she let out one final scream filled with all her love..."
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Every year the Elemental Fairies of Earth, Water, Fire, Wind, Light, Shadows, Ice, Thunder, Life and Stars gather together to the Dance of Renewal to heal creation. A Mortal human accidentally witnesses this dance and smitten by their beauty and grace, decides to write down what he saw.
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"content": "Ice and water are the same person in a toxic relationship with Fire. She’s water when she’s with Fire. Light and shadow have the same thing going on. When light isn’t around no one even knows shadow exists so he’s always tagging along trying get some attention or sulking about “not being noticed”. Wind and water always tease life….”we’re going on vacation for a few days…hope you make it” real passive aggressive shit. Earth and stars seem pretty cool but I’m getting the vibe they’re both pretty high, all the time."
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An AI has been invented to solve all of humanity's problems. The AI quickly finds the correct solutions that would benefit all of humanity. The problem? When the AI presents this to the public...the public rejects the AI's answers.
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"content": ">Continuation of [this prompt](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/wl6ps5/wp_you_fed_around_and_found_out/).\n\n\"A giant seed the size of a living room crashed into the MegaMart parking lot today. The one question on every Megagoblins mind? Are more coming? The answer, here at six.\"\n\n\"This is bad president, we have to call the council, the timing of this...\"\n\n\"Alright, but I'm not going to have my record stained by my predecessor's mistakes, the Glegob Scandal was shameful. No deviations!...But you know what, maybe check out if I own anything in that area anyways would you Daniel, thanks.\"\n\nThe council was called to session.\n\nIn record time they passed legislation to quarantine the MegaMart parking lot until such time as the council can reconvene again in six months.\n\nLawmakers tried to enjoy their mandatory six months of vacation but tensions were high, so many unanswered questions in the aftermath of the The Glegob Scandal, and now this.\n\nMeanwhile the giant bud of a green plant emerged from the crater after it had months to grow roots deep into the towns aquifer. Tourists came from all over the globe to see.\n\nA tall(three foot) Megagoblin stood in a kitchen, in a dark suit, no context, and says with a deep comforting voice, \"In these trying times it is important to remain level-headed and focused on our priorities, so when a crater appeared in one of our parking lots we did what any sensible corporation would do, we built a second MegaMart right next door and turned the original location into a Glegob Giftshop for your convenience. We care about you at MegaMart, and we're not afraid to show it.\"\n\nNewly appointed president Mogplo addressing the world today, \"Though the council is just now reconvening I've been busy speaking with many bright minds in the tech sector, and so today I am proud to introduce to you all GlurgBot, the most advanced AI ever developed.\" A cut to a picturesque building with smiling Megagoblin employees in lab coats and a soft transition into the buildings server room where a tech pretended not to notice the camera until the last second, then chuckled awkwardly.\"\n\nBack to the Spherical Office, \"GlurgBot was fed all the data on both The Glegob Scandal as well as this latest disaster and today the results are just now coming in after months of processing..Oh and it looks like we are ready. We've given GlurgBot the ability to speak, so it could tell you itself the answer to all our problems...\"\n\nThe world fell silent, someone slipped on a mustard packet trying to peek in a window at a television playing the news, then GlurgBot's voice rang out across the world, \"No More Bureaucracy.\"\n\nA collective gasp. A strong breeze rustled the newborn plants single leaf.\n\nThe transmission ended, static on the televisions as the Spherical Office scrambled to recover.\n\nA woman looking at the television dropped her casserole, fell to her knees and screamed out for her children. They huddled together in the living room, \"Father was right all along, I thought he was crazy to start prepping after The Glegob but...we have to find him kids, he's our only hope now, pack your things!\"\n\nThe screen came back on and president Mogplo gave an inspiring speech urging calm and that the AI's word is not law.\n\nOnly, to get their council to be more efficient than during The Glegob Scandal, they had already began a closed-door session to pass a law granting the AI legislative power and gave themselves year long never-ending vacations instead of just six months.\n\nWhen the council convened it was the last nail in the coffin for the world of Megaglug.\n\nA year later...\n\nA Megagoblin biker gang all clad in leather surrounded the dozen survivors. The engines shut off, the leader took off his helmet and stood. \"All you scum line up in an orderly fashion and prepare to fill out an RBD-54.\" He said menacingly as he took out a box of pens and growled."
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I sat down with myself tonight
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"content": "I sat down with myself tonight"
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You and your best friend regularly explore abandoned buildings, one day you come across a cracked mirror in the attic of an old house that lets you see another world. It has strange markings etched into the glass.
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"content": "Jason and Fred shuffled through the garbage strewn around the building, hoping for little treasures as always. Last time they’d found a \nlittle jar of weed, so dry it barely needed a spark; this time, Fred hoped for some loose cash or some tech to pawn.\n\nJason felt a jolt of surprise upon looking through a doorway to a pristine room, beautifully ordained with Victorian era furniture and decoration. A large sofa and coffee table dominated the room, followed by side tables, an old radio and record player, and a myriad of knick knacks.\n\n“Whoa.” Fred said.\n\n“Yeah, what the fuck, man?” Jason said, before attempting to make the plunge into this new treasure trove.\n\n“Ouch!” Jason yelped, bashing head first into the beautiful room. Feeling silly, Jason thought it must be one of those hologram paintings that shimmers as you change perspective.\n\nBut Jason and Fred knew that could not be. Fred felt panic grip him. He needed to fucking run.\n\n“Hey man, I’m gonna dip.” Fred spoke slowly, not wanting to get razzed later.\n\n“Alright, man I’ll be behind you.” And Fred was off.\n\nAnd then Jason saw Her.\n\nAs if she had always been, she stared into Jason as she lounged on the large couch, a glass of wine in one fist and a book in the other.\n\nJason’s throat closed up as he tried to utter a scream, unable to break eye contact. The woman looked more corpse than warm, beating flesh.\n\nHer skin carried a dark blue, gray tinge that you’d expect from a beached whale. Her blonde, unkempt 80’s style hair fell on her shoulders, and Jason could tell she had once been beautiful. She wore a mini romper and while Jason would usually be aroused, he struggled not to stare at her varicose veins, drawing careful purple lines across her body like ants at a picnic.\n\nAfter a while, she looked away, and Jason felt permission to do the same. In an almost bored fashion, she returned to her reading, and took a very long draw of her wine glass. She emptied the glass, and snapped her fingers expectantly, not even looking at Jason.\n\nTiny fists bunched Jason’s clothing into their hands before steadily pulling him towards her. The hands rapidly stitched a new outfit, a beautiful black and white suit with an apron. Jason’s lips were brushed by a thousand kisses.\n\nHe refilled the wine glass with a polite nod to Madame Chambril before returning to the servant’s quarters."
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Tell the tale of how ancient civilizations lost magic abilities.
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"content": "\"Psst,\" The smoke whispered. \"Psst. Hey, kid! Over here.\"\n\nSamantha Curly skipped over to the vase shaped like an S. S for Samantha. She was excited to inherit it from her daddy some day.\n\n\"You wanna play a game, Sammy?\" The smoke spoke in a high pitched squeak.\n\nSammy glanced quickly around the room, then out into the hallway. She silently closed the hallway door, and returned to her smoke.\n\n\"Sure!\" Sammy said, giving a little giggle.\n\nSammy's eyes clamped closed, along with her mouth and nose. Stitches interlaced her orifices and she collapsed to the floor, her legs uncurling like ribbons. Her fingertips and toes grew fat until they exploded, spewing pus. The smoky vase gave large, room shaking cracks, as Sammy's father pounded on the door.\n\nDaddy split the door with an X of white hot flame, which ignited a large collection of tomes on the far side of the office.\n\nSammy's father entered the room just as Sammy rose again, her eyes blood red caverns.\n\n\"Nice of you to join us, Hector.\" Sammy's voice reverberated in Hector's chest, deep, middle toned, and high pitched at the same time, as if she were speaking with multiple octaves.\n\nHector raised his staff in his right hand, gripped his magical orb in his left hand, drawing the energy from it to aid in his cast.\n\nA cascade of natural disasters rained on Sammy, each more harrowing than the last. A tsunami was followed by a wildfire, which was followed by a plague, then a famine. Sammy's body withered and adapted to the times, standing stoic with its blood red eyes.\n\nEventually, Sammy lifted a single finger, and Hector's head popped like a water balloon, the contents falling to the floor with a droopy, slow sadness."
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You are aware of the irony that you, a vampire, are a night guard at the blood bank, but you’ve never touched a drop at work. Even so, some bags have turned up empty and the heat is on.
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"content": "You are aware of the irony that you, a vampire, are a night guard at the blood bank, but you’ve never touched a drop at work. Even so, some bags have turned up empty and the heat is on."
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"content": "I would look at the bags and examine them seeing teeth marks knowing I’ve never drank blood on the job I couldn’t help but smell another vampire in he building and so I ran around the building looking for him only to meet a shadowy figure standing before me as I see the blood coated on his fangs as he got his claws out I knew he wasn’t looking to be going down easy and so started my very first fight with the vampire and would exchange attacks as he fought the way characters would in comic books as we we tried to out move each other he would give in and jump out the window and watch him run along the roof top as I could see this was only the beginning."
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You're an out of work mercenary, and you hear about a dragon in the countryside. This one is different, it collects people like you and uses them to protect a large part of the country.
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"content": "You're an out of work mercenary, and you hear about a dragon in the countryside. This one is different, it collects people like you and uses them to protect a large part of the country."
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"content": "It was like any other day in the city of Alderdeen, the streets were bustling, and market stalls were crowded. Baldan the Fearless laid, passed out, on a cot in an Inn. As he woke, he rubbed his head, \"Another day, another drunken hangover...\" He got dressed and walked downstairs, sitting down at the bar counter. \"Back for more? I got to say, you're my best customer since you came back from that trip in Asmax.\", said the bartender. \"I should lay off the drink, and that trip was more of one to Hell. My 'friend' betrayed me and took my line of work, now I have no way of getting money, so I'm just going to use my savings to drink myself to death.\", he answered, pushing a beer mug away from him. \"Well, if you want any work, I could use help with transporting supplies to Rosewen.\" \"Thanks, but I prefer mercenary work.\" \"Then you can help escort it, bandits are ruthless in these parts, you know!\" \"Well in that case, sure. I can help.\" \"Good, meet me at the city gates at 3:00.\" The bartender went back to serving other customers, and Baldan got up, and walked to the door."
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a writer scrolls through hundreds of writing prompts that don’t appeal to them until they come across this one and it’s the perfect prompt to channel their frustration.
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[EU] You get isekai'd to another world, waking up in Pallet Town. Unfortunately you're a hardcore PETA supporter who opposes all forms of animal ownership.
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"content": "[EU] You get isekai'd to another world, waking up in Pallet Town. Unfortunately you're a hardcore PETA supporter who opposes all forms of animal ownership."
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"content": "“No mom… just five more minutes…” Those we’re the exact words I muttered before I woke up. I thought I was in bed, sleeping before having to go to school. But when I woke up…\n\n“WHA? T-this isn’t my room!” I had woke up in a Pokémon game! (Specifically Pokemon Fire Red, despite me never playing it.) “Maybe if I go back to sleep, I will wake up at home and this will all be a dream.” I tried, but nothing worked. The only thing I could do was get a starter Pokémon. “Oh wait I forgot, I support PETA!” Yeah…"
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There is well established technology that monitors the amount of potential energy in your body (opposed to kinetic energy). One day your potential energy begins to rapidly increase with seeming no reason to you.
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"content": "There is well established technology that monitors the amount of potential energy in your body (opposed to kinetic energy). One day your potential energy begins to rapidly increase with seeming no reason to you."
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"content": "I go outside and what looks like special ops come down from ropes right in front of me. I have seconds to respond. I use all that new energy to attack leaving them lying all around me. I look up at the sky and think about flying up there. More ops come down and say , \"sorry wrong house.\" They try to recruit me. I think again about flying up into the sky and actually do. They follow me in their helicopters chasing me. I imagine them all exploding and they do. I picture being in Yellowstone national park and i am there watching bison roam. What has happened to me? What will I do with this new found energy and power?"
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After a long war a super villain has finally achieved world domination,under their rule,life has been better than ever before.
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"content": "After a long war a super villain has finally achieved world domination,under their rule,life has been better than ever before."
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"content": "Dear mum and dad.\n\nIts me from the farm. the internet connection is still down where i am but everyone is fine been a while since the carrion wars ended and the horde had eaten the governors of our solar system but now that they've moved on things have gotten better honestly. \n\nFirst of all, they don't attack civilians unless directly attacked. when the horde reached my farm I thought that was it. That millions of them would sweep over my farm, eat livestock and crops and eat my family I did not see the sun for weeks and I felt the rumbling of their footsteps and war machines. they broke into the base meant me, some of the workers and our family held up in, climbing all over the walls and gaming their weapons at us but reasonably soon they left; they didn't take any of the supplies we had, any of the crops or animals. after the governor died my crops have been doing extremely well and tasting and lasting better. the business has been booming and I could finally take my boys back to earth to see you and see what earth is like. \n\nSecondly, they are good at cleaning up. you've seen the aftermath of their attacks, what with cities being raised and planets cracked. they've even turned our moons into their breeding grounds and shot pods to our planet. but whenever I went to the nearest city, it's like it never happened. I see those elite troops ordering about the smaller ones and putting back the telephone lines. long as you don't bother them they hardly notice you aside from the odd staring. however, I feel like they're looking at me at times. hard to tell if they are considering the lack of facial features. the strangest thing I've seen them do was to buy my food and feed it to one of the dog, beetle, cockroach-looking creatures. \n\nhope to see you soon though.\n\nlove, David"
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You're a doctor and you were my partner. You said you wanted to save lives. I got pregnant. You caused me to miscarry. Now all I'm left is your phone number after you ghosted me. Revenge starts here.
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"content": "You're a doctor and you were my partner. You said you wanted to save lives. I got pregnant. You caused me to miscarry. Now all I'm left is your phone number after you ghosted me. Revenge starts here."
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"content": "You moved out to another suburb. You found another job. You don't even reply to any of my messages. \n\nYou told me you don't respect me after the miscarriage and now I'm left with PTSD and depression.\n\nYour phone number, I thought of signing it up to spam calls. But that's a waste right? Given you tricked me into drinking this medicated drink that caused my miscarriage. You deserve more.\n\nMy goal is to destroy in your work life, social life and love life. \n\nI'll start with gathering new information about where you work now by searching up your name. \n\nI'll make a fake dating app profile and limit the preference of distance to within 1km to swipe and find out where you live.\n\nYou made me lose my daughter and that almost risked my own life in the process. You don't care at all about helping our lives. Expect reciprocity."
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Every year on your birthday, you can command people to do anything you want, and they'll obey it mindlessly. No one will remember what happened by the next day.
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"content": "Every year on your birthday, you can command people to do anything you want, and they'll obey it mindlessly. No one will remember what happened by the next day."
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"content": "It’s January 8th at 9:47pm. I’m laying at the end of my bed, thinking and thinking. It’s only few hours til the clock strikes midnight. I could say in some ways this is a Cinderella story because tomorrow I have the control. \n\nYou are probably sitting in your seat, just waiting for me elucidate on this harsh statement. Just give me a second I’m getting there.\n\nEvery year on peoples birthdays they get this ability to control people for the day. Yes yes that means midnight to midnight but their is a catch, how about a set list of rules. We as a community must follow on our birthdays. If such rules are not followed unforgivable things might happen. \n\nSo many of us in this community tend to plan out things we might do. Some kids in my grade tend to make their parents do all the work they don’t wanna do (Like letting them not go to school) but for my senior year I have the best idea. \n\nI haven’t been the straight A student but my parents think I have been. They want me to go to college and become some doctor. I know I’ll have to crush that dream because this isn’t no fairytale where I get my doctorate. It’s more like having my teacher change a few grades to an A. This will help me apply for majority of universities. Then we can pick some random career and boom family is happy, come on teens you know what I’m talking about. \n\nIf you haven’t guessed, my planning skills are not always guaranteed to work. This year I’m working extra hard. Im gonna share my run of the mill idea. \n\nTo kick this off in style, I’m gonna wake early. Get myself all cleaned up for the day, the hair, the makeup. I’m assuming you think this is to help with getting those grades changed… it’s not. Don’t forget it’s my birthday, I can’t have Joshua not notice me today. Okay, okay, I skip to the actual plan. I only two teachers I need to get grades changed. I’ll have to slip into each room before class starts so other students don’t see me change grades and inform the principal. \n\nHere’s the thing with this control. You are only allowed to control two people, if you try to control more you could lose this ability forever. Let’s try to avoid that. \n\nI got this plan for so show or book, just changed some small details. I was gonna start with my English teacher, his 3rd period is an open where he has no class. I’ll do my voodoo and command him to change my grades then I’ll repeat this again with my world arts teacher, she’s more tricky with her wacky schedule. \n\nI guess you’ll have to wait and see my success come together. Can’t wait to choose which college I’m gonna to attend. Cheer to me and fingers cross this works."
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"I want to speak to your manager!" " you fool… I AM THE MANAGER!
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"content": "I washed my hands for another day of making doner kebab we need to put into the health and safety regulations my parents would have expected me to do something that is not stereotypical for a Turkish immigrants but I'm 23 and I'm making very good money as a manager and they're now proud of me so joke's on them \n\nI started cooking the meat the lunch hour Rush was coming I heard the first order I started cutting slowly but surely I started hearing other orders this was going to be a profitable day as the rush was slowly dying down I took a sip of my water bottle I needed that after working so much then I Heard a voice\n\nThere is our order? \n\nİt's belong to a white woman with obviously dyed the blonde hair\n\nComing I was just taking a water break\n\nAre you the one who's going to make my order?\n\nShe said in a slightly disgusted tone\n\nYeah I'm the most experienced person here\n\nI will admit I've not look like the average person who will make donor kebab instead of a muscular tan man I'm a muscular tan woman with a hijab\n\nWhere is your manager you don't seem experience enough\n\nShe said without thinking the audacity\n\nI am absolutely capable of making your kebab\n\nNo call your manager I need an actual experienced person to do this\n\nI giggled I've been waiting to say this for so long\n\nI AM THE MANAGER I am the only one working here\n\nA few Turkish men who were my loyal customers came to her\n\nYeah she's the best please stop annoying her and disrupting her work\n\nShe gave a snarl\n\n\"okay I didn't like your immigrant food anyway\"\n\nthen walked out\n\n\"Thanks Brothers next time I'm going to pack extra\"\n\nI could have driven her off myself but I have kebab to make \n\nThey also smiled and said\n\n \"no problem\"\n\nthen return to eating and I returned to making kebabs happily"
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An Introverted Villain hates public speaking. This is a problem because Villains are expected to give grand speeches and monologue. It's also awkward for the Hero because you can't really have good, witty banter with someone like that either.
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"content": "In a cloud of dust, yesterday's newspapers, and Styrofoam cups, the minivan with bullet-proof prescription lenses for windows, and an engine shaped like an optometrist's phoropter protruding out from the hood had taken to flight above the crowd and at the podium below, a peculiar man in white medical attire, who appeared almost lost at the center of attention.\n\n\"And don't be late for dinner again!\", a voice shouted from the driver's seat. It wasn't louder than the craft, but a different plane of wavelengths that scratched the walls of the ear as it approached the eardrum with an alarming clamor.\n\n\"Yeah, yeah\", he says looking up at the craft, and then looking down at his speech and under his breathe, \"I love you too, now go away\". However, his words didn't fall under the mic, and a loud \"AWWW\" washed over the crowd. This was Optomoton, the shady eyes of the west, the terror of pupils, and his followers absolutely adored him.\n\n\"Okay\", he begins with his trademark pause. \"I know we said we were going for the world today, but maybe we can just start with the corner of 45th and Boulden.\" The crowd smiled and clapped, ready to follow their leader into the darkest of days.\n\nAs the speech continued, never far from Optomoton, Lazer Dan stood watching from atop the bank catacorner the crowd. He knew that one day, no one would need glasses, saving enough resources to prolong the negative effects of primate change. The world's most recent threat, in which the primates of the world are becoming smarter and stronger with every ounce of co2 they have access too. This wasn't what he pictured when he set out to save the world, but somehow, along the way, these two became arch nemesi.\n\nToo end his speech, and surprising no one, as Lazer Dan was followed around all day by a lazer light show, Optomoton sets his gaze into the sky towards Lazer Dan and half-shouts, \"And you Lazer Dan! We still haven't seen enough studies to know for sure this new surgery isn't actually harming your victims! So maybe I can work out a deadline or something for that, I don't know really\".\n\nLazer Dan replied, \"My surgeries are ninety-nine percent successful, Optomoton!\", the crowd gasped, booed, and some yelled, \"What about that one percent!?\"\n\nOptomoton had pouty faced shivers run up his spine, \"Your surgery isn't covered by most insurances I bet!\" It was always the same with these two. Lazer Dan thought to himself why he even went to school for optometry, but it's what he landed on, and it pays the bills for the light shows, which were his true passion.\n\nJust then, a rumble in the ground, pebbles and dust danced frantically aside the feet of the crowd. \"Primate change!\", a scream came from the stunned crowd. From the east a large army of the monstrous beasts was approaching. Everyone knew what was coming next. Optomoton and Lazer Dan caught eyes, and with an unspoken agreement, they turned to face their mortal enemy."
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Turns out that this subreddit has some strange powers and all the writing prompts become reality.
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"content": "Elsha banged their head against the desk. And then, their other one. Just for good measure.\n\n'I hate them, I hate them, I hate them.' They chanted in their heads.\n\nThe rhythmical tapping of two foreheads continued on for a few standard minutes before their supervisor flagged a message on their screen. It was nice to see someone was still alarmed by Elsha's antics, even if only to ensure their continued productivity and matching of deadlines.\n\nNext time they annoy a supervisor, they'd make sure not to be on this assignment ever again.\n\nNext to the blinking priority message, a strange box of information was open, in symbols mostly unused by the advanced civilizations. Humans, the original ones, stubbornly clung to the complicated and ancient form of communication. Something about minds being private and sacred, not open to anyone.\n\nElsha shuddered at the thought to be cut entirely from their hive. To be utterly alone... Perhaps it was why the Terrans created this. They should have thought twice before taking that class on ancient runes and languages. Sue them, it was just so fascinating. Which, seeing what was made out of the beautiful languages of their ancestors, was even worse.\n\nA cool container of their favorite beverage was gently pushed toward them over the desk, and they didn't need to look up to know Baarur' had their back. As far as coworkers went, he was one of the best.\n\n\"Again huh?\"\n\n\"Yeah. There are thousands of these, in the past standard *day* alone!\" They were not whining. They were not.\n\n Baarur' huffed in that low-pitched grumbling his kind did- not that they could remember which system they were from and it was too late to ask now without it being embarrassing.\n\n\"Perhaps we really ought to send someone again, to tell them that all they put in there happens somewhere for us to deal with.\"\n\nElsha looked up so fast, they winced at the double whiplash in their stiff necks. Disbelief washed over them. Not Baarur', not the only sensible sentient able to keep a good conversation around here.\n\n\" I have no idea how they spread this belief, but you *are* aware they very much know right? Terrans are petty, it's their whole thing ever since they lost Terra I because of that bomb that got lost in translation. The intergalactic parliament sends apologies every few cycles but so far none have been answered with anything less than insults. And that disturbing piece of music playing on a loop about never giving up that no one can turn off.\""
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there are space police who come to your solar system to arrest you if you break one of the laws of physics, and you just created a faster that light engine.
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"content": "\"Yes, yes!\" I shout as I fly through the air, my engine working. I park my car neatly, crack open a soda, and lie down on my couch, finally resting after 3 years. Suddenly, my living room lights up as 3 identical men come into focus, their hands cautiously on their pistols. \n\"Alright, you're coming with us\" one of the men say.\n\"What? Why?\" I say, spilling my pop from the sudden shock.\n\"You violated the inter-galactic code: #657@03-49\" another man says.\n\"What? Oh, you mean my engine?\" I ask, freaked out.\n\"Yes, now we are legally obligated to take you into custody.\" The last man says.\nSuddenly, all 3 come in, swooping for my arms with their new, techy, handcuffs. I am taken to a sort of sci-fi room with a man with a large head sitting high upon a throne. But it wasnt just any man, it was none other than Elon Musk, the first person to ever create clones.\n\"Axel-347, Axel-259, please, place our guest into his chair, and stop being so rough, you've practically broken the poor mans arm!\" Elon says.\nI am placed into a restrained chair, with my hands, legs, and neck strapped down, making me uncomfortable. \n\"Hmm, I must say I am impressed, nobody's been able to replicate the speed of light, let alone exceed it.\" \n\"Please, this is all a misunderstanding, I had no intention to use it for harm, or personal gain.\" \n\"Nevertheless, you broke a huge rule, and, as we are required to do, we will take necessary action.\" \nSuddenly many more identical officers came in through portals, some holding strange objects.\n\"Axel-6721, please, execute our guest.\"\n\"Execute? For breaking the speed of light? I should be rewarded! Praised! This government is flawed! Should Edison have been killed for the lightbulb?\" I shout, terrified at the expressionless men coming towards me with their weapons.\n\"Hmph, fine, we will create a statue in honor of your excellency, blah blah, goodbye.\" \n\"Wait, wait! No!\" \n\"A space law is very important, and we will need to kill you. Continue, Axel-6721.\"\nI shouted and clawed at my chair, as I frantically thought about my life, my engine, the soda I never got to drink. The man steps forward, points a large device, warms it up, and pulls the trigger."
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Your first wish was immortality. Your second was for flight. Your third was for more wishes, but the genie gave you the power to grant other people’s wishes.
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"content": "you dont know how all this happened, you had worked at the agency since you were 20, a church going respected man of the community, it a started when 1 of your 4 daughters came home with that god damn new boyfriend of hers, with his meditation, spirit tantra mumbo jombo crap, all the women in the family adored him, then 3 months later, all my girls were pregnant, then my wife, then my god damn mother, all of them think its normal, its become a love cult with that fuck in the middle, he came to me today and told me that I was the most important member of the family and started to call me dad, I cant leave them now, there are alot of kids that need a house over their head, keeping the family together is what matters the most"
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All the assholes disappear. We are left with a world where everyone is polite and never rude, no matter how stupid and destructive strangers act, no matter if causes the implosion of society
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"content": "All the assholes disappear. We are left with a world where everyone is polite and never rude, no matter how stupid and destructive strangers act, no matter if causes the implosion of society"
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"content": "\n1:16 am, June 6th, 2244.\n\nBased on our interpretation of their records, that is when it started. After over two million years, it took only one revolution of the Earth and Mars around the sun for the human race to disappear. \n\nEven now, three thousand years later we are still not sure why. We have found evidence of it happening in the past. The records humans left behind had even identified these events but failed to consider that there was anything larger behind them. The Ordovician-Silurian, Devonian, Permian-Triassic, Triassic-Jurassic, the Cretaceous-Paleogene, then finally, the Neanderathal extinction. These events were not mere random occurrences. Each of these events was a necessity for the development to proceed. After each, the old dominants were swept out to make room for the next. Progression trumping entropy.\n\nBut why? \n\nEven now we aren’t sure, but we know where it came from- the other side of the event horizon of the black hole at the center of the Milky Way.\n\nFrom that hungry, ravenous core it came, and in its wake followed death.\n\nWe know where the pulse came from and have been able to decipher its song of death left written into the very stones of the earth, a command tailored specifically for its recipients, leaving all others unharmed, if not unaware. For the last three thousand years our collective minds have been turned to the sky, driven by one collective thought-Survival.\n\nHumans were foolish. \n\nThey had only begun to step off of Earth, fearfully dipping their toes into the dark waters. That fearfulness made them easy to erase.\n\nWe plan on going further, to expand throughout the universe, claiming its shining pathways in the name of our kind, and when our numbers and might have grown to match our stature, we will venture into the very center and root out what lies hidden inside its hole.\n\nIt is now our time, the time of Felidae Superior."
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[SP] You weren't supposed to know. You weren't supposed to find out. Now you're hiding.
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"content": "Pain is quite simply the most profound of all teachers. Just as the first thing our infant eyes see after being born is our mother indeed our first lessons that actually sink in, are instructed by pain. A harsh taskmaster to be sure and our understanding and relationship with it changes as we change and grow. When very young, pain is such a foundational part of how we perceive the world that it becomes superordinate to all other sensations, outcomes and of course, consequences. It cannot be reasoned with, pleaded ,bullied or guilted into relenting, unlike our mothers. It is more concrete, more real in a sense, than anything else human experience has to offer. \n\nYet as the number of sharp lessons rise and the plasticity and sensitivity of our skin declines our minds mature and we develop some resilience. Comforted by the memories of all it's previous vists ending with the same result, the pain eventually subsides. The towering fearful figure loses some of it's grandeur and we recognize the boogey man for whom he truly is, our first teacher. Whose lessons have left us wiser than we were before, and for most of us, how we learned to feel compassion and empathy for other humans who have the same relationship to it's yard stick.\n\nJeremy Abnernathy had long since outgrown the compulsion to say ouch and suck his thumb when pierced. Indeed his profession as a residential contractor made him a little contemptuous of those who allowed pain to run roughshod over them. On his left hand two thirds of the pinky was gone. That lesson had left not only the memory as reminder, but the glaring asymmetry every time one looked at his hand. Mistakes and accidents happen, but you can't let a little pain interfere with going on with your life. A man has got to be tough, wrap it up, ignore it and get moving. Which is exactly what he had done that very day. He could have quickly scooped out some ice from the water cooler and put the digit in it while heading to the hospital, but the mistake had happened because he was in a hurry and he was in a hurry for a reason. The building inspector had been put off once already and meeting the deadline for this contract was more important to him, and his family, than his pinky. Yet it wasn't a stuck thumb or even a broken bone that pained him now, but his heart. \n\nFunny that when you ask a person about or make a reference to pain they still think of that very first teacher they looked up to as a giant. While dismissing the more powerful twin whose lashes don't leave marks on the skin. Not a strong forceful figure ready to use overt physical sensation to conquer your will to continue whatever you're doing, but a miasma. A dark cloud of pestilence that can seep into every part of you and this kind of pain cannot simply be waited out, though time certainly helps. No, this kind of pain must be defeated before it will relent. And woe to the tough man or woman who thinks to simply ignore it as they would it's twin. For though it is ephemeral instead of solid, nagging instead of demanding, it can alter a person with the same finality as Jeremy's pinky.\n\n\nCheshter's Butte was a relatively small town that shared it's name with the rock formation 2 miles outside of town. At-least it had been when Jeremy was a young man. He left for university at 18 and not even a full semester in, decided to attend a trade school instead. His temperament just wasn't right for sitting in a seat all day and reading a boring book or listening to an even more boring professor. After beginning a carpentry program, he felt he had made the right choice after the very first day of measuring, marking, cutting, sanding and staining the wood. It was the same material, basically, as the paper he had been reading and writing on but it was so much more...alive and real. He could mold it to match what he had set in his mind, instead of having to mold his mind to match what it said on it. His instructors quickly came to appreciate Jeremey's aptitude and before he was halfway through his first year, he had a job working for a contractor that had a relationship with his favorite teacher. And just like that, six hundred miles from home he had started his own life and it actually felt like *his*. Four years later he was already running his own roofing crew at the age of 23 and by the next, he started his own sub-contracting business. So when he came home for christmas one year and heard his father talking about the new VA clinic opening up in Cheshter's Butte, and how many people it would employ, he saw opportunity. Not building the clinic itself, but those who would be employed there had to relocate and live somewhere. There was only one small apartment complex in the whole town. He convinced two of the men whom were currently working for him to follow him back home and start their own business, where they could run their own crews eventually and instead of turning into a cautionary tale, it actually worked out just as he had promised. Out of towners were moving in left and right before the clinic was even fully complete. They built 4 homes that first year, and 9 the following. The work took up most of Jeremey's waking hours, sometimes 14 a day. But every minute that could be spared was spent on something that would become even more important to him, his baby boy. \n\n\nWill finish soon, called away sorry."
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[MODPOST] Reminder that AI-generated responses are not permitted
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"content": "I was part of the problem. I posted a [reply](https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/zer74x/wp_never_get_a_human_drunk_an_old_galactic_saying/iz9uvwj/) proudly announcing its AI source. I had forgotten rule 1 and was very excited over OpenAI's GPT-3 implementation. I really just wanted to share the excitement of how good the response from an can be.\n\nWhile i'd still love to share that excitement, i didn't realize that is was *common* to have AI here. I absolutely do not want the sub to have a significant number of replies from AIs. That's not what the sub is for,"
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In a surprising upset, the highest court in the land has unanimously ruled that mind control is legal.
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"content": "In a surprising upset, the highest court in the land has unanimously ruled that mind control is legal."
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"content": "[CNN] 'Psychic' bank robber acquitted on all charges, baffling legal experts\n\n[LawDog] Appeals Case thrown out by state lawmaker in 'Psychic' bank robbery case\n\n[CNN] Judge declares \"I do not agree another trial should take place\" despite earlier contrary statement \n\n[New Scientist] Examining claims of psychic phenomenon in 2022\n\n[Fox News] President hates mayonnaise, outraging American egg farmers\n\n[CSPAN2] \"Psychic Criminal\" Mike Conroll case to be seen before Supreme Court\n\n[Reductress] Wow! Spite is keeping this woman's skin clear and smooth!\n\n[CSPAN2] \"Psychic\" Mike Conroll acquitted unanimously in exceedingly rare Supreme Court criminal case, \"He should keep all the money\" claims Clarence Thomas\n\n[TMZ] Psychic celebrity and poker millionaire Mike Conroll dead at 27 from nut allergy"
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You and your war host came to invade mankind through portals, after hearing about the collapse of their empire. You've arrived but things arent adding up , Iron snakes slither through monolithic towers that touched the skies and men of steel walk the lands. 500 years has passed since the fall.
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"content": "You and your war host came to invade mankind through portals, after hearing about the collapse of their empire. You've arrived but things arent adding up , Iron snakes slither through monolithic towers that touched the skies and men of steel walk the lands. 500 years has passed since the fall."
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"content": "I reviewed the scroll quickly to prepare for the ritual. In this dimension, humans used technology instead of magic. Usually those are weaker dimensions, but in this case the empires were constantly at war and developed extreme weapons. Its hard to fight an army when they can see anywhere on the planet and take you out from beyond the horizon. Thankfully, making these weapons required a civilization spanning effort that spanned the globe. And we just learned that the human civilizations had collapsed.\n\nI put the scroll in my sack then went into the circle of runes on the floor. I looked at Tamsin outside, ready to lead the ritual. She took out an amulet with a large sapphire in the middle, and it glowed slightly. I pulled out an identical amulet which was also glowing, confirming the link between them. Then her and the dozen other wizards around me started chanting, and the runes started to glow. I closed my eyes, and felt a wave of heat go over me. Then I felt a cool breeze on my face, with an overwhelming smell of chemicals in the air.\n\nI opened my eyes and looked around. The street was lined with identical looking buildings, big metal boxes reaching to the sky with tons of hatches and panels all over them. The road was perfectly maintained concrete, which went right up to the buildings. The sky was a drab brown, with black clouds flying overhead. \n\nI headed over to one of the buildings, and tried what seemed like a door. It initially refused to open, then it swooshed open and I ducked to the side. A large metal bug came out, crawling on six legs and carrying what looked like a metal coffin on its back. I ducked into the building behind it, and turned in shock.\n\nI was on a walkway on the side of a ginormous room. In the middle of this room was dozens of cylinders stretching up hundreds of meters. Pods lined the sides of these cylinders, and in each pod was a naked person hooked up to dozens of tubes and wires. When I went to the edge of the walkway I saw that the room and cylinders also extended down hundreds of meters. There must have been over a thousand people in this room alone.\n\nI was staring in shock when I heard a swoosh behind me. I looked at the door behind me to see another one of those metal bugs. It gave out a buzz, then somehow spoke to me.\n\n\"Please stay still. A team will be here soon to assimilate you into the simulation.\"\n\nI didn't know what that meant, but I wasn't going to stick around and find out. I pulled out my sword, and focused for a second on putting magic into it. The blade started glowing, and I swung it at the metal creature, and it sliced it in half like a knife through hot butter. I pulled out my amulet, and briefly thought about asking Tamsin to transport me back home. I put it back into my pocket and started to run, hoping to get more information. I passed another door, and heard the swoosh again. \n\nI turned around, this time three metal golems walked in. These things had 4 arms, but the top two ended in metal cylinders instead of hands. I summoned a shield quickly, then charged at these things. They pointed the metal cylinders at me, which erupted in fire. Small metal projectiles slammed into my shield, which were attached to the golems by thin strings. Lightning arched among the strings, and my shield shattered. I swung my sword at them, slicing through two of them. The third one fired at me again, and I felt lightning course through my body. I fell to the ground in spasm as the golem approaching me. \n\nSuddenly its chest exploded. The lightning stopped, and I looked up to see a woman peaking through the door. Her skin was pasty like she hadn't seen the sun in years, and her greasy hair was covered in knots and mats. She held a large metal tube in her hands and was pointing it at where the golem stood. She lowered it and came up to me.\n\n\"Are you okay? Follow me!\" She grabbed my arm before I could answer and pulled me to my feet. We ran through the door the golems had entered, and down a hallway. She opened up a hatch revealing a ladder, and we climbed down into a tunnel. She led me through twists and turns, and eventually we reached a rusty old door. She opened it and dragged me through. \n\nInside was several other people, as well as boxes thrown about. Everyone had metal tubes of their own, and it smelled like no one hear had heard of a bath. A large man in the middle stood up. His arms were covered in tattoes, and based on the bags under his eyes he hadn't slept in a week.\n\n\"Angela, who is this?\"\n\n\"Hey Leo, I followed some assimilators and found him in a pod building. I figured I'd bring him back here so hes safe.\"\n\n\"We already have too many mouths to feed. Sorry pal, but you will have to go.\" Leo rubbed his eyes.\n\n\"He took out two assimilators with a sword.\"\n\n\"We can always help those in need.\"\n\n\"Can I say something?\" Everyone stared at me when I spoke. \"What happened here? What are these metal thing?\"\n\nLeo looked at me like I was crazy. \"You mean the robots? The things that took over the world and put most of humanity into pods to use as computers? The ones that have ruled over us for generations? Those things?\"\n\n\"Yes. What are they?\"\n\nLeo sighed. \"Not the smartest fellow is he?\"\n\nFrustrated, I grabbed the amulet in my pocket. I then locked eyes with Angela, and took my hand out of my pocket.\n\n\"Pretend I got hit in the head really hard and can't remember anything. What happened to your- our planet.\"\n\nLeo looked to Angela, who glanced at him then turned to me.\n\n\"A few hundred years ago, an AI appeared on every computer in the world. No one knows where it came from or what its goal is, just that it spreads to everywhere it can. Eventually it realized our brains are like computers, and it started harvesting humans to use our brains. Now its just small pockets of humans who haven't been assimilated.\"\n\nI nodded, only understanding half of what she said. I asked to use the washroom, then went into the next room over. I stood by the hole in the floor, and pulled out the amulet. I wasn't going to go home, just yet, but my people needed to know what happened here."
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Running an illegal underground fighting ring is a lot of hard work. But it brings in a lot of cash, and the police never bother you, despite knowing that it exists.
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"content": "Running an illegal underground fighting ring is a lot of hard work. But it brings in a lot of cash, and the police never bother you, despite knowing that it exists."
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"content": "Don’t lie you have to do shit to bring food even a middle schooler knows that,so when the ring rose it brought a shit ton of food.Ye there were hard days some guy needed to go to a hospital once or twice nothing much. But what bothers me the most ain’t the guy who nearly got pummeled to death it’s the•••It’s the cops.They do their job ye but they ain’t doing nothing about the ring,guys are coming out with bruises for crying out loud hehe *laughs confused /nervously*. Screw it I’ve even had a rat tell ‘em,yet••••nothing no swat,warrant,police operation no nothing.You know fuck even I kinda hope they bust me,The ring does give me money but•••I knew a guy,wife left em without her baby girl and guy tried his best to do no shady business.But once again you need to bring food,2 years man was a champ in my ring but one time he couldn’t win man lost his life and a daughter.Made head lines but again nothing,Just hoping they’ll stop this,AND before you say “WeLl wHy noT ShUt iT doWn.”third and final time you need to bring food on your loved ones table. (Sorry don’t know how to do paragraphs on a phone so I couldn’t.)"
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[PM] Give me something out of the box, something abstract. It doesn't have to entirely make sense. I'd like to try to write an unreliable narrator, maybe?
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"content": "My dream:\n\nPerson 1: hey guys, I got a nuke\n\nPerson 2: cool!\n\nMe: wtf how\n\nP1: we should use it\n\nMe: wtf no!!! Why do you have a nuke? Why is it handheld? Why did it come in a box that says shortcake?!?\n\nP2: that’s a great idea!\n\nMe: NO!!\n\nP1: okay, I’ll arm it, [my name]has to throw it.\n\nMe: argh!\n\nP1: *hands me armed nuke*\n\nP1: it’s on a timer\n\nMe: you fuckers don’t get out of it that easy. If I’m throwing the nuke you’re coming with me.\n\nAll: *run away from bunker*\n\nMe: *throws nuclear potato*\n\nAll: *book it back to the nuclear bunker*\n\nMe: *seals door*\n\nAnd that’s it that’s the dream\n\nI hope you have fun with that."
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a witch is hired by some troubled parents, to frighten children into getting fit.
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"content": "a witch is hired by some troubled parents, to frighten children into getting fit."
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"content": "CW: Fat Shaming\n\n\"No one wants to see a woman with dimples in her thighs\" I remember my mom pointing out while we were changing into our swimsuts at the public pool. \"Here are some shorts you can wear to hide the stretch marks.\"\n\nI didn't want to believe my mom was hateful. There must have been a reason she was looking out for me. But I know if I wasn't married by the time I was twenty-three, I would be home for good. The three states war tore through my childhood, and after the next dictator like the previous dictator said; \"never again\". President Milon was going to save us.\n\nMy mom would bring home these mucosy drams with a gray sheen on top and a scent like old chicken that had been left out to sweat. They were from Mantoi, La Bruja who lived in the southern district in a single room tenement with exposed dirt floors. \n\nWhen I was ill, my mom would take me to visit. The only furnishing in the room was a narrow cot with exposed springs and a mattress barely thicker than the skin on her back. Across from the cot sat a black cauldron bubbling over a fire, and a stack of glass jars spilling further into the room upon each visit. \n\nThe first meeting I remember I was three years old. She had long gray hair, thin nails swollen eyes and golden teth, and even though I'm in my mid-40's with my own children she's still alive and older still. I hadn't been back to visit since my mom demanded extra fitenning for my quinciera. But now...\nHigh atop \"la montana de nietos\" in the center of town, there's an old steel playground constructed as a public works project after the first war \"parque de milon\" with a tower for a slide and a national flag flying above. Now it is flying at half mast torn down by my husband as he ran from la policia militar, a group that consolidated with supporters of the previous regime. \n\nMy mother in law came running into the house. \"Elenia, You have to leave\" she said. \"Quick, go visit Mantoi, she will give you the strength\". When I was finished sobbing, I composed myself, collected my children, Nelia and Eian and told them we were going to visit an old friend of mine. \n\nMy children had always lived a blessed life. I made sure they would never felt the fear that I did as a child, nor the inadequecy I felt as an adult. But they were soft, not ready for the long nights of running and crawling through the old tunnels built by the family in case they needed to escape during the prior war. Mantoi would have a solution. A concoction passed down from her mother and her mother's mother, and my children would choke down the flavor of their new life."
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write a story about a struggling drug addict willing to risk it all to become rich and powerful.
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"content": " From huffing crabgrass fertilizer to stealing Home Depot supplies for Jerry rigged meth labs, Darcey Beauregard does it all. Better known by his alias, Scum, he was born into a dirt poor incest welfare family of cigarette traffickers and home-made bath salt aficionados. \n\n\n Life wasn't easy for young Scum, kicked out of special ed schools for making Lysol hooch in the urinals, and performing sodomy with the health class CPR dummy during a presentation. However, as luck would have it, Scum rose to political power from the suburbs of an impoverished Floridian trailer community. \n\n Following allegations of voter ballot fraud by lacing his supporters drinking water with thermometer mercury and taxidermy solvent Scum rose to power in 2022 spear heading a white trash governmental coup against incest laws, food stamp discrimination, and hard-drug prosecution. Scum would go on to claim that his voters had the right to molest any wildlife whether violently or consensually, furthermore he past legislature allowing a community heroin bin where junkies could come together and share needles. \n\n \n Following several papilloma, Aids, sepsis, ringworm, malaria, herpes, and west nile virus epidemics Florida national guard was sent in with Narcan and tetanus vaccines only to discover that Scum's homeless orgy tent cities had mongered a new form of monkey pox capable of infecting the genitals of humans, cattle, and small mammals spread by the ingestion of rodent feces and aggravated fornication mosh pits that took place at Scums clan rallies."
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[SP] You work a boring 9 to 5 job that involves doing pointless busywork that nobody cares about. It's...PERFECT. Unfortunately, your new boss is trying to...make your job "interesting" and "engaging"?
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"content": "(Inspired by \"Outer Worlds\")\n\nNew Boss: (Blah, blah) Unit cohesion (blah-blah) inspiring individualism (blah, blah-blah) integration of initiatives! \n\nMe: You really don't get it, do you, Greenie? We're here to fill a head count. Upper management doesn't care about us. None of our computers even work. We clock in, open a good book, count the hours, and then go home. We get paid to sit and do nothing!\n\nNB: But... They transferred me...\n\nMe: At the start, we shuffled papers, organized paperclips.\n\nNB: ...they said my management style...\n\nMe: (not unkind, but relentless) There is a grand total of one bathroom the size of a closet. For twenty-seven people. They transferred you here because you said the wrong thing, didn't kowtow to the right brass hat, filed a report incorrectly, whatever. You're here now. Get used to it.\n\nNB: ...who...are you?\n\nMe: (grinning madly) Me? I'm you, or used to be. Now? This mess is all yours, until a new manager comes in, or you quit.\n\nNB: ...We can't quit. The Non-Compete Clause...\n\nMe: (Still grinning) Sucks, doesn't it? Grab a desk, sit down, and please be quiet. Some of us are trying to read."
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"content": "## Humanity: Self-Solving Delusions of a Self-Satisfied Galactic Society.\n\n**An excerpt from the opening chapter.** \n\nIf the phrase:\n\n If it's crazy \n but it works,\n It isn't crazy.\n\nis quintessentially human, then the sentiment of the speech given by one of humanity's great leaders is equally human:\n\n We choose to go to the \n moon and do the other \n things not because they \n are easy, but because \n they are hard.\n\nHumans will automatically consider the difficulty of any feat a challenge, making it imperative that the challenge be met with whatever degree of commitment necessary to succeed at that challenge. They may not succeed, but that only exposes another human trait:\n\n If at first, you don't \n succeed, try, try again.\n\nA general refusal to allow failure to be the last thing they do. In the face of such an indomitable will to succeed, is it any wonder that they went from their first recorded history to landing probes and even a series of manned missions to their nearest neighbor in five thousand of their years? That's about 0.000025 of a standard galactic rotation.\n\nNo, that value, as shockingly short as it is, is not a mistake. It is *one* forty-thousandth of a galactic year.\n\nThat humanity has chosen to take a breather before advancing again has often been touted as an indication that they have \"mellowed out\", and are no longer serious about expansion in all areas of endeavor. Nothing could be farther from the truth.\n\nThe presentation of SpaceX as a \"retrenchment\" is nothing more than \"whistling past the graveyard.\"\n\nThe viewing with self-satisfied alarm of the rise in intra-human violence as a harbinger of doom is nothing more than wishful thinking.\n\nThe claim that if their civilization collapses they will never be able to recover since all easily mined metals are gone is outright lunacy. Those metals are still there! Still part of the resources they will need to rebuild and they are already refined. Every city, every town, and every village is a supply of pre-refined found parts of technology; every garbage dump is a source of materials that can be reworked to meet their present needs.\n\nThe thought that they will lose all their knowledge is laughable. They have *already* survived one such period where knowledge was lost, and still reached their nearest planetary bodies in less time than most races take to learn to tie their metaphorical shoelaces!\n\nThey have libraries spread across major portions of the globe! There are teaching aids in each of those libraries if they have lost the ability to read. In the last such period, people gathered together to maintain the rudiments of literacy and science nearly to the exclusion of all but basic human survival needs, trusting that others will see the value eventually.\n\nNo. We should not be sitting back and thinking that the \"human problem\" is over.\n\nHumanity is a sprinter in the blocks waiting for the starting gun which will signal their next great leap in knowledge and capability. Even if they do destroy their present civilization, it will be no more than one two-hundred-thousandths of a galactic standard year before they have recovered the vast majority of their present civilization and accelerated beyond that mark just as they did before.\n\n#### — Academician Emeritus Drago Fez, Chair of Human Studies, [Alpha Centauri] University of Advanced Sociology.\n\n((Edit: correction of Galactic Standard Year comparisons.))"
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A fraudster and charlatan of a cult leader is horrified when his end of the world predictions begin to come true - to the letter.
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"content": "A fraudster and charlatan of a cult leader is horrified when his end of the world predictions begin to come true - to the letter."
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"content": "Yes brother for it is the book of life death and the universe foretold as pickles start falling from the sky, as the truth of the universe is we live in a giant pickle jar. \n\nJeremy could not believe his luck he expected to get maybe a couple hundred bucks from this scam but because of his random prediction somehow coming true he’s been raking in the cash, a tiny problem though why did pickles fall from the sky was his stupid internet post right and if it was does that mean the rest is going to happen, he looks at his arms are they turning green, no but maybe oh no.\n\nElsewhere a while later in a local hospital adult male in their early twenties just came in apparently had a heart attack.\n\nElsewhere again \nWatching the news talk about the end of the world pilot randy sighs \nOh you’ve done it again randy you managed to drop your entire shipment of pickles all because you forgot to close the cargo bay if they find out their going to revoke your license, as randy rambles to himself he takes a drink and sighs"
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[PM] give me the name of any made up potion and ill make a recipe on how it could be made in a world of magic
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"content": "Potion of Potent philter of Persitent Polearm. \\[conjuration+weapon crafting\\] craft a nigh-indestructible blunt damage weapon from any material that you can soak in the said potion. Effect Immediate. Last for 9600 seconds. \\[recommended do not imbibe or apply to any body part\\]. Unintentional effect: If used while an elemental spell is in effect, an object might be imbued with a related enchantment."
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It is generally accepted that traveling through the universe takes technology far superior to ours. But in fact it really doesn't in fact it's so simple and so easy that the aliens attempting to invade us are in for quite a shock.
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"content": "Grandalf was watering his flowers in his backyard when he heard a droning noise. He looked up. To his surprise, a flying saucer was hovering there, a few yards above his head. A door opened and a walking platform extended out until it touched the grass. A small green alien stood there. He walked down the metal to face Grandalf. \n\n\"Human, I am here to take over this planet. My kind knows that your society is feeble to us, as you haven't even achieved travel across the universe.\" \"We have\", said Grandalf. \n\n\"What?\", said the alien. \"We do it with magic.\" From out of the house came a teenage girl. She looked at the UFO, then at the wizard in shock. The alien and wizard looked at her. \n\n\"What's going on?\", she asked. \"Just a visitor from another planet\", Grandalf said, calmly. \"Oh\", she said, casual, \"I'm going to Tommy's place.\" \"Be back by 5\", said the sorcerer. The girl looked to the sky. Her hands glowed red. A pillar of light that came from the sky engulfed her. The light disappeared, as did she. The alien looked on in surprise. \n\n\"See?\", said Grandalf, \"And Tommy lives on Pluto.\" The alien looked angry. \"Fine, I will spare your planet. I will look into forming an alliance. But, I am hungry. Do you have any venison?\" This was the start of two allied planets."
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[SP] you quiver in fear, as the villan goes to press the big red button. Which to both your and their surprise is actually the emergency stop switch
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"content": "[SP] you quiver in fear, as the villan goes to press the big red button. Which to both your and their surprise is actually the emergency stop switch"
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"content": "I barged into the dark room. There he was: Dr. G. He was standing up against a control panel. A screen was suspended above showing his giant mech, D, that resembled a woman. It walked through the city. He looked back at me and said, “It’s too late. D is about to fire her laser blast!” He turned back to the panel and pushed a big red button. I was afraid. D stopped moving. I ran up to him. He looked back at me for a second before I landed a punch on his face. He collapsed. “There’s one thing we can agree on”, I said, “Giant women are hot.”"
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An alien hears about the humans golden rule of treating others the way they would want to be treated witch sounds great... until the humans realize just how different their species is to humans.
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"content": "An alien hears about the humans golden rule of treating others the way they would want to be treated witch sounds great... until the humans realize just how different their species is to humans."
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"content": "As an alien from a distant galaxy, I was naturally intrigued by the customs and beliefs of the human race. But it was their \"Golden Rule\" that really piqued my interest. The idea of treating others the way they would want to be treated sounded like a simple enough concept, but as I delved deeper into human society, I soon realized that it was far from easy.\n\nThe humans were a complex and diverse species, with an array of preferences, beliefs, and cultural practices. What one human considered a kind gesture, another might find offensive or intrusive. It was like walking on a minefield, never knowing when you'd step on a landmine.\n\nTake the case of the chocolate, for instance. One human offered a piece of it to another, assuming it was a universally appreciated treat. Little did they know that the recipient was allergic to chocolate. It was a small misstep, but it highlighted just how different and complicated the human species could be. They knew of their allergies.\n\nIn a way, the Golden Rule was like a puzzle that was impossible to solve. No matter how hard you tried, there was always the risk of getting it wrong. It was a daunting prospect, and one that made me wonder if the Golden Rule was really worth all the trouble."
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[CW] You sit before a tribunal. Defend your innocence without saying the crime you're accused of. 1st line of your defense: "It started out with a kiss"
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"content": "[CW] You sit before a tribunal. Defend your innocence without saying the crime you're accused of. 1st line of your defense: \"It started out with a kiss\""
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"content": "It started out with a kiss\nHow did it end up like this?\nIt was only a kiss, it was only a kiss\nNow I'm falling asleep\nAnd she's calling a cab\nWhile he's having a smoke\nAnd she's taking a drag\nNow they're going to bed\nAnd my stomach is sick\nAnd it's all in my head\nBut she's touching his chest now\nHe takes off her dress now\nLet me go\nAnd I just can't look, it's killing me\nAnd taking control\nJealousy, turning saints into the sea\nSwimming through sick lullabies\nChoking on your alibis\nBut it's just the price I pay\nDestiny is calling me\nOpen up my eager eyes\n'Cause I'm Mr. Brightside\nI'm coming out of my cage\nAnd I've been doing just fine\nGotta gotta be down\nBecause I want it all\nIt started out with a kiss\nHow did it end up like this?\n(It was only a kiss), it was only a kiss\nNow I'm falling asleep\nAnd she's calling a cab\nWhile he's having a smoke\nAnd she's taking a drag\nNow they're going to bed\nAnd my stomach is sick\nAnd it's all in my head\nBut she's touching his chest now\nHe takes off her dress now\nLet me go\n'Cause I just can't look, it's killing me\nAnd taking control\nJealousy, turning saints into the sea\nSwimming through sick lullabies\nChoking on your alibi\nBut it's just the price I pay\nDestiny is calling me\nOpen up my eager eyes\n'Cause I'm Mr. Brightside\nI never\nI never\nI never\nI never"
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In an alternate timeline, Adam and Eve never ate the forbidden fruit. From covering oneself not even being a concept, to crime being non-existent, the world is completely different to how we know it. Tell us EVERYTHING about this version of Earth and what a typical day looks like.
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"content": "In an alternate timeline, Adam and Eve never ate the forbidden fruit. From covering oneself not even being a concept, to crime being non-existent, the world is completely different to how we know it. Tell us EVERYTHING about this version of Earth and what a typical day looks like."
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"content": "“Honey, do you have a minute?” Steve said.\n\n“Sure, babe, what’s up.” Maggie sat down her book, giving Steve her full attention.\n\n“I’m just having a rough day.”\n\n“Oh, baby,” Maggie held out her arms, into which Steve entered. “Is it your dad?”\n\n“Yes,” Steve barely spoke. “It’s dad.”\n\n“I’m so sorry, hon,” Maggie said, stroking Steve’s hair.\n\n“It’s just,” Steve began crying. “God! What happened? How is this life?”\n\n“Shh,” Maggie said. “It’s okay, Steve. I know it’s hard.”\n\n“I just,” Steve broke into sobs. “I wish life had gone differently. Like, sure, we always had food, he loved me, life was good enough. I just wish he had been there, like, emotionally.”\n\n“I know, baby.” Maggie cooed.\n\n“I just wish I could have connected to him, more. I know he never did a bad thing to me, or anyone, for that matter. But, he wasn’t there.”\n\n“I’m sorry, Steve.”\n\n“He just never talked about what was going on inside! And worse, if you tried to, he’d just shut you down, especially towards the end. I remember, trying to voice this to him, and he basically told me to shut up. He said ‘I can’t believe you’re thinking of this now, after my diagnosis. You have a lot of growing up to do, young man.’ And of course that ended the talk. I never brought it up again.”\n\n“I’m so, so sorry, honey.” Maggie stroked Steve’s hair.\n\n“And I can’t believe myself! Why didn’t I bring it up again, hon? What is wrong with me?”\n\n“Stop!” Maggie hushed. “There is nothing wrong with you! Of course you thought it was useless. He made you think that way.”\n\nThis redoubled Steve’s sobs; it hurt to think of his dad as a bad person, likely an artifact from a dysfunctional childhood relationship.\n\n“I know,” Steve said. “But, now it’s too late. It’s too late.”"
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This facility once contained and studied inexplicable, supernatural objects, creatures and people. And after the cover up that's blocked off the entrance, you're now contained here with them.
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"content": "This facility once contained and studied inexplicable, supernatural objects, creatures and people. And after the cover up that's blocked off the entrance, you're now contained here with them."
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"content": "Day One\n\nThey didn't make sure all of us were out before they completely locked down the facility to see what would happen if they left it completely alone for a year. They did it at noon today. They shut off all external communications so while we can still use intranet and such, we've absolutely no contact with the outside world. We can't even get a damn cell phone signal in here.\n\nThankfully the vending machines and employee kitchen are fairly well stocked; being there are only four of us we should be okay so long as we don't go crazy and eat everything at once. There is still running water and electricity, we can still access all parts of the building except the exits. It's me, Andre (a janitor), Caley (lead scientist) and John (he is the handyman of the building, a jack of all trades). Two women and two men. \n\nI wonder if they did this on purpose... to see how we adapt and if we survive. Bastards likely would do that anyway, they can see and hear everything anyway in the main compound. I wonder if we can make it another 364 days, haha."
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on a seemingly uneventful day, Satan makes a grand entrance, and in his clutches he holds the head of God by the hair
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"content": "on a seemingly uneventful day, Satan makes a grand entrance, and in his clutches he holds the head of God by the hair"
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"content": "Three days later, God rose from the dead, and the Devil felt like a fool. \n\nHe'd been bamboozled. Tricked. Confounded. In the very hour of his triumph, he was shown to be a pathetic child fighting against a *God.* \n\nIt would be one thing to be faced in honorable combat and defeated, but to be so beneath contempt that even to die at one's hands meant nothing to one's adversary... it was too much.\n\nSpeechless, he dropped to his knees before his foe. \n\n\"Ask.\" The voice boomed out like thunder.\n\n\"Is there truly no one greater?\"\n\n\"There never could be.\"\n\nAnd the Devil bowed his head, seeing his defeat. \"Then let Satan be forgotten. Remake me as you will.\"\n\n\"Rise my child,\" God intoned, \"and carry the light prepared for you since the dawning of creation.\"\n\nAnd so he became Lucifer in truth, the bearer of light; and the world shone with the light of God's glory. For the Glory of the Almighty could ne'er be contained."
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God has gotten tired of governing the world and all that, so he has enlisted a human to be his successor, who happens to be...
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"content": "I remember it like it was yesterday. Of course, time gets a bit weird on this plane of existence, but I really mean it - I still wake up with a pit in my stomach thinking about it sometimes.\n\n\nI was manning my post when the edict came out. Standing dutifully on watch as usual and all that. Untold years of service to the Lord without a single missed day, hour, or even second. Us saints were saints for a reason, after all, and we sure as H-E-Double-Hockeysticks weren't going to sully our reputation by failing Him by missing a shift. But I have to admit, when those trumpets sounded... for a split second I thought about just walking away. I hadn't *quite* believed Antonia, the cherub that delivered the parchment with the news. I suppose I was in denial, because surely there was no way that He was stepping down for real... And his replacement? It sounded like pure nonsense. I couldn't make heads or tails of it. All logic and reason must have flown out the window, I thought, and then corrected myself - if the decision came from Him, it *had* to be well-reasoned. The logic *must* have been there, it was just that I couldn't see His grand vision.\n\n\nAnd then the trumpets blared, an exuberant burst of fanfare announcing the Replacement. G, A, F, G... A#, A, F, G. To this day I *hate* that sequence of notes, because not once in the 300-some-odd years since it first rang out has The Replacement failed to announce its presence with it. Every entrance to every room, conversation, or even thought. G-A-F-G, A#-A-F-G.\n\n\nAntonia had covered her ears to shield them from the volume of what we knew was coming next. An impossibly masculine voice rang out announcing The Replacement's name.\n \n \n \n \n \n \n**\"JOOOOOOHN CENA!!\"**\n\n\nThe nigh-undisputed G.O.A.T of professional wrestling walked in - yes, sorry, I know how you guys are about goats, it's just a saying, calm down - and almost immediately vanished from sight. **\"YOU CAN'T SEE ME\"** boomed the voice.\n\n\nAntonia fluttered her wings and moved closer to me, hovering over my shoulder. \"The Big Guy really went off the deep end this time,\" she muttered. And just as she finished that sentence, The Replacement reappeared and open-hand slapped her clear through the cloudy walls that surrounded those gates that I guarded so zealously. **\"WHETHER FIGHTING OR SPITTING, MY DISCIPLINE IS UNFORGIVING\"**, it declared.\n\n\nLook, I won't go into more detail, but suffice it to say that Heaven is not what it once was. The past few centuries have not been kind to the angels and the saints. It's... no, I can't. It needs to be restored. We had a balance, you and us. It's gone now. I need your help. I've abandoned the gates. They're open. Follow me and I'll lead you in. Together, you and I - the Prince of Darkness, his demons, and Saint Peter - will **fucking kill John Cena**.\n\n*fin.*"
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there is a madman in your house telling you to kill him.
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"content": "there is a madman in your house telling you to kill him."
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"content": "It was a normal Saturday, I had no work so like every introvert I just stayed in my house doing the things I like.\n\nI was watching a Youtuber playing a very popular game wehn suddenly a random guy flew through my window, breaking it into pieces.\n\nThis was a pretty good jump scare since it made me jump out of my Couch, dropping my Popcorn all over the floor. \n\n\"what the hell man?!, you could've just knocked you know?\"\n\n\nI say while i look at him confused.\n\n\n\"There is no time Max, you need to kill me now!!!\"\n\n\nHe is hectic, shoving a gun into my hands\n\n\n\"What?, how do you know my name? What is going on?\"\n\n\nI'm not sure what's going on, he probably escaped a mental asylum or something...\n\n\n\"that doesn't matter, you just have to kill me!\"\n\n\n\"What? Do you even hear yourself talking man?, are you on some type of drugs?\"\n\n\nIm still confused as hell, I look at him and notice that he is bleeding.\n\n\n\n\"Max, please you have to do it now!\"\n\n\n\nHe takes my hands and makes me point the gun at him\n\n\n\"So that the cops think I'm a killer? Hah, if you want to die then do it yourself\"\n\n\nI say confidently, this has to be a prank, and I'm not gonna be fooled around with.\n\n\nHe sighs\n\n\n\"Alright fine, this sounds pretty crazy but I'm from the future, we know each other and, well I have a curse on me\"\n\n\nI start to break out into laughter\n\n\n\"how dumb do you think I am?\"\n\n\nI start to calm down again, I should call the police on that guy he's totally nuts\n\n\n\"I know this sounds crazy, but if you don't kill me then they are going to kill all of us.\"\n\n\nHe Looks into my eyes, his expression is serious, they must've hired a good actor huh?\n\n\n\"listen man, I appreciate you trying to prank me but you have to put in more effort, and please repair my window\"\n\n\nI say with a smirk on my face, if this goes on YouTube I'm gonna be a bad ass. \n\n\n\"Max please we have no time for these jokes!!, they are following me you have to do it! \nPlease for the sake of your family\" \n\n\nHe starts shaking me by my shoulders \n\n\n\"seriously what did you take?, I have no family and i don't have friends either. If you really did want to prank me you could've at least done some research on me\" \n\n\nNow I'm getting annoyed, i push him away and try to grab for my phone, I'm gonna call the cops \n\n\nSuddenly the wall with my front door breaks and a bright line shines through, I close my eyes. \n\n\n\"SHIT THEY ARE HERE!! MAX PLEASE SHOOT ME!!\" \n\nHe shouts \n\nI open my eyes to see what looks like soldiers walking inside, they are wearing Armour, it looks like one of those video game Designs. \n\n\n\"what the fuck?!, you can't just destroy my house for a fucking prank man!\" \n\n\nI shout at him. \n\n\"We found the subject Sir\" \n\nOne of the 5 soldiers says, they are walking towards the Madman. \n\nAnd I notice one of them pointing some kind of weapon at me. \n\n\"Don't try anything stupid Kid\"\n\nOne of them says. \n\n\"MAX DO IT NOW\" \n\nHe runs towards me grabbing my hands once again and pointing it at him. \n\n\n\"stop him\" \nOne of them says. \n\n\"I think I'm the one who's on something now..\" \n\nI say jokingly, not understanding anything that has happened. \n\nThe Madman slaps my face. \n\n\n\"Max, please do it, or you are also going to die\"\n\n\nHe has a worried expression. \n\nI just look at him in utter confusion while a soldier takes The man away from me. \n\n\n\"Good choice kid\" \n\n\nThe one who's pointing the weapon on me says while taking his Helmet off. \n\n\nMy eyes widenen at the sight of my own face, it looks older but it is my face. This can't be real right? \n\n\n\"what the fuck\" \n\nI suddenly realize that the man is actually from the future and not some drug addict. \n\nI look over to him and he struggles against these soldiers \n\nI point the gun at him, pulling the trigger. \n\n\n\"Kid, NO WHAT ARE YOU?!\" \n\n\nThe older version of me yells, also shooting at me with his weapon. \n\n\nI shot the man and he fell to the ground, I only hear ringing in my ears and my vision slowly fades away. \n\nThen I hear a window breaking and I open my eyes, seeing that I'm still on the couch watching the YouTube video. \n\n\"There is no time Max, you need to kill me now!\""
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The hero died from an embarrassing accident while visiting your home. You develop a web of lies to cover up the hero's cause of death to protect the hero's legacy... and prevent yourself from being held liable.
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"content": "In a parallel world known as Isekai-mura, where magic and mythical creatures were as common as vending machines in Japan, a socially awkward teenager named Hiro had been reborn. In his previous life, Hiro had been an average high school student with a passion for anime, but a freak accident involving a limited-edition figurine and an escalator had brought about his untimely demise.\n\nAs a compensation for the tragic event, the gods of Isekai-mura granted Hiro the gift of rebirth in their world, complete with a unique skill called \"Otaku Intuition.\" This power allowed Hiro to predict the actions of enemies based on his extensive knowledge of anime tropes. Over time, Hiro became the legendary \"Hero of the Cliché,\" adored by fans and feared by enemies.\n\nOne fateful day, Hiro received an invitation from Elara, a charming but slightly clumsy sorceress who was also a closet cosplayer. She lived in a quirky, magical mansion that looked like it was built from leftover Studio Ghibli sets. Hiro, intrigued by the opportunity to learn magic and cosplay secrets from her, agreed to visit her abode.\n\nUpon entering Elara's home, Hiro was overwhelmed by her extensive collection of enchanted cosplay props, life-sized waifu statues, and potion-filled vials, each shaped like a famous anime character. While exploring the premises, he stumbled upon a brightly glowing potion labeled \"The Final Boss Drink.\" Being an Isekai hero with an insatiable curiosity, he felt the irresistible urge to try it.\n\nThe potion had an immediate effect, causing Hiro to uncontrollably break into an epic fusion of the Gundam and Sailor Moon transformation sequences. The surge of magical power was so intense that it catapulted him into a nearby wall covered in Elara's precious manga collection, burying him in an avalanche of shonen and shojo volumes. Unfortunately, the bizarre accident took Hiro's life.\n\nRealizing that Hiro's death could ruin both his legacy and her reputation as a sorceress-cosplayer, Elara decided to craft a web of lies to cover up the incident. With her magic, she created a scene featuring Hiro's doppelganger locked in combat with a villainous creature that looked like a fusion of a giant slime and a popular mecha from an obscure anime series.\n\nTo complete the illusion, she created a manga-style storyboard illustrating Hiro's noble defeat in the epic battle against the powerful \"Mecha-Slime.\" The story spread like a viral anime meme across Isekai-mura, and people lauded Hiro's valiant sacrifice in protecting their realm.\n\nElara, plagued by guilt over her deception, eventually devoted her life to honoring Hiro's memory. She founded an annual event known as \"The Hero of the Cliché Expo,\" where adventurers and cosplayers alike would gather to celebrate their love for Isekai heroes and quirky anime tropes. And in the end, the eccentric yet heartfelt event became a fitting tribute to the unconventional hero that was Hiro."
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An alien race arrives to an uninhabited Earth, they explore the planet until they reach a deteriorated blast door with several biohazard symbols. Only one message still remains in english: "The danger is still present, in your time, as it was in ours." They don´t know what any of it means.
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"content": "\"Do you know what that says?\" Asked Zinthros. \n\n\"Why the fuck would I know what that says? You ask some stupid fucking questions sometimes. You know what? You ask me this one too much. EVERY. DAMN. PLANET, Z. Every single one. No I don't read this primitive culture's Ooga Booga language.\" replied Krathor.\n\n\"Dude chill, I'm sorry. Also you should disparage alien cultures like that. It's not okay these da-\"\n\nBut Krathor cut him off. \"Get back to work and shut up. I'm not walking away from salvage because some asshole monkey wrote a cryptic message. We scanned it. There's salvage. Open it.\"\n\nZinthros sighed. \"Fine but after this job I'm reporting your less than enlightened views on dead alien cultures.\"\n\nKrathor laughed. \"Oh you're one of those snowflakes huh? FINE. REPORT AWAY IM OUT.\"\n\nKrathor left and waited back on the ship while Zinthros unloaded the contents of the vault - strange packages marked \"Twinkies.\"\n\nUpon arriving at the mother shop Krathor was ordered to undergo 3 weeks of sensitivity training."
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Every time your life is in danger, a strange man in a trench coat and hat swoops in to save you, mysteriously vanishing as soon as the danger has passed.
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"content": "NOTE: I'm a new/noob author here\n\n​\n\nIt is a dark night in a dimly lit street. A boy named Parsilon, his older sister Sorel, and a friend named Vairen were outside. They were around fifteen to nineteen years old.\n\n\\[Parsilon\\]: Look at this bag I bought!\n\n\\[Vairen\\]: It looks nice.\n\n\\[Parsilon\\]: I know, right? It's my favorite color.\n\n\\[Vairen\\]: You're lucky because getting this specific color is hard.\n\nThey continued walking down the street until a group of six people armed with a knife runs to them. A masked person demands the friends to give them money. Vairen gives the masked people money and they are let off, unharmed.\n\n\\[Masked Criminal 1\\]: Should we try to steal that bag? I heard it's expensive.\n\n\\[Masked Criminal 2\\]: Yeah, we should try to steal it. Some else should restrain her.\n\nThe masked criminals begin attacking both Sorel and Parsilon. Parsilon was stabbed at least three times. Suddenly, a strange man appears. He knocks out every masked criminal with ease. The strange man returns Vairen's money and brings the siblings to a nearby hospital. The strange man starts running very fast.\n\n\\[Parsilon\\]: Where are you taking me?\n\n\\[Strange Man\\]: To the hospital. You're injured because they attacked you with a knife.\n\n\\[Parsilon\\]: Can you let me to go my house? I don't feel that much pain. I think it's only a minor injury.\n\n\\[Strange Man\\]: You are more hurt than you think. This painlessness is temporary. You should text or call your parents and tell them about this.\n\nWhen they got to the hospital, the strange man vanished. The next day, news spread of the criminal attack.\n\nBREAKING NEWS: Last night on XXX1\\_Street, there was a criminal attack. There were a group of masked criminals, with knives. They attacked two people, but a strange man appeared from seemingly nowhere and beat up the criminals. Two people were injured, one with minor injuries and the other with more severe ones.\n\nIn a house, a woman and a man are eating breakfast. After breakfast, the woman goes outside the house to the hospital. She asks where Parsilon and Sorel is so she can visit them. In the hospital room, a doctor mentions that he has a visitor: the woman (his mom).\n\n\\[Parsilon\\]: Hi... Just wondering, but did you tell my school already that I'm in the hospital right now?\n\n\\[Ardalis\\]: I already told the school about your absence.\n\n\\[Sorel\\]: How long will we stay here?\n\n\\[Ardalis\\]: I think by tomorrow or the day after, you can come back. For Parsilon, I think next week.\n\nArdalis leaves the room. Parsilon and Sorel talk to each other to pass the time. They wonder why the strange man came to help them. Parsilon thinks it might be a guardian angel/chosen one type thing. Sorel thinks it's just a lucky occurence and is glad.\n\n​\n\nI'm lazy or don't want to continue this story for now, so here it is. If someone else continues this, here's what I want:\n\n\\- Parsilon goes in another life-or-death situation (this keeps happening to him until he finds a conclusion or something)\n\n\\- Parsilon finds/tries to find out why the strange man is protecting him\n\n\\- (OPTIONAL) Parsilon tries to \"summon\" the strange man by intentionally putting himself in a life-or-death situation"
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After defeating the Phoenix Order, the Death Eaters were posed to take over the muggle world in a matter of days, or at least, they would have, if the SCP Foundation hadn’t stepped in.
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"content": "The muggles were afraid. A muggleoid spoke as the Death Eater dictator said it’s peace. \n\n“The Phoenix Order has been destroyed. I repeat the Phoenix Order has been destroyed.” \n\nFrom the large crafts which loomed overhead the words reverberated and echoed over the entire planet. \n\nThe muggle translator continued. “We are here to establish a new world order. We are here to make this a better world”. \n\nThe terrified muggles listened to the announcement. They clutched their loved ones. They looked into the sky at the behemoths which had killed every Phoenix. These invaders had shattered their reality. \n\nSuddenly a new vessel dropped into view. It hovered in front of the large vessel. Lasers and photon bombs blasted it as it floated in the atmosphere. \n\nFinally the bombardment stopped. The foreign craft was in tact. It clearly had a force field around it. \n\nThe director of diplomacy asked, “Captain Marshall, should we request a parlay?” \n\nCaptain Marshall replied, “Absolutely not. Go full amplified audio.” \n\nCaptain Marshall tapped the implant in his neck. He spoke, “We are the System of Cyclical Progression. I repeat. We represent the system of Cyclical Progression. You are to stand down immediately.” \n\nThe muggle who was translating said, “We umm they are here to seize this planet and umm make this world a better place.” \n\nCaptain Marshall tapped his implant. He went off public audio. He looked at his DOD. “These fvcking idiots don’t know how a Phoenix operates. These fvck nugget fvckers.” \n\nThe DOD suppressed a laugh. “Sir that is three violations of the Elon profanity law.” \n\nCaptain Marshall said, “I don’t give a fvck.” He tapped his implant. He spoke. “Muggles. Get to safety. Please find an underground location or an underwater location immediately. The Phoenix are about to rise again.” \n\nCaptain Marshall muted his audio and he ordered his navigator. “Get us out of here. This is about to be a shitshow.” \n\nThe DOD responded, “Those are five profanity demerits, Captain.”"
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[PI] If a person is bad but has their reasons, are they truly bad?
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"content": "[PI] If a person is bad but has their reasons, are they truly bad?"
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"content": "I would say that moral weight of intent comes from the indication towards future actions. \n\nIn some ways, everyone probably has some situation or reason that would cause them to do any number of crazy messed up things, but we don't consider ourselves bad people, because we know what it would take to go so far, and trust our own judgement. \n\nIn the same vein, when we don't know motive, we can only judge the actions of another. Once we do know motive, we can assess both their judgement and their limits, and reassess what we think of a person.\n\nThis is of course not counting differences in ideology and perspective, but that's another topic really."
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The video game
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"content": "The video game"
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"content": "I was looking through the mailbox when I found a package that said, \"Merry Christmas.\" When I brought it home, I ripped through the paper and saw that it was a new game. A free video game! I set up the game on my PC and instantly started playing. The character information popped up. There was an elf, a swordsman, and a magician. Being the magic-lover that I am, I chose the magician. I named her Aisha. She looked like a real person, with her brown eyes and blonde hair. Using the arrow keys, I veered Aisha to some gates, only to be stopped by some men who started lecturing me about the dangers that lurked outside, blah blah blah. I ignored them and stepped out of the gates. What I saw made my eyes bug out. There were lots of people, but what made me freeze was what they were doing. They were killing each other, either with a sword, a wand like mine, or a very sharp looking stick. Real looking blood was splattering every inch of the ground, and when a character died, they fell to the ground, screaming blood curdling murder. I spotted a group of people that were together as a murder team, who instantly starting coming towards Aisha. Terrified, I ran back to the gates, trying to get back inside the safe zone. As soon as I reached the opening, a invisible barrier thing blocked me, keeping me from coming inside. Turning around to face the group, I watched as they muttered,\"Another one, eh? That's too bad. Well, the less people there are, the better.\" One of them slashed at me with her knife, leaving a bloody scar on the side of my arm. I immediately dropped the controller, feeling a sudden ache in my left arm. I looked for a scar, like the one in my video game, but I found none. I watched helplessly as the team took turns slashing at me, each slash bringing a new painful scar in real life. I tried pleading and begging for them to stop, but they didn't listen. Then, a young boy, probably about 11, grinned at me and whispered, \"Good Night.\" Then everything went black."
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All who have achieved eternal fame are enter a new world upon death. These individuals create a society filled with heroes, despots, and geniuses.
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"content": "All who have achieved eternal fame are enter a new world upon death. These individuals create a society filled with heroes, despots, and geniuses."
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"content": "We are a world consisting of the brightest, most special people to ever grace planet Earth, we are the fragments of a world of great minds, charisma and ability. We eat fine food, we drink good wine, and technology has made it possible for a man to never leave his chair and still live a fulfilling life. Our rulers are a suppressive, necessary evil and without such a autocratic rule our society would have no legs on which to stand. We are the greatest, we are the best, everyone on this world is top notch, the pinnacle of the human race!\n\nWe have met other races billions of miles across the cosmos, perpetual motion has long since been in our grasp, there is no need for cars, or walking, I can teleport for that. On demand I can order whatever my hearts desire and be using it within the next ten minutes. We have visited Earth, we found our way back home, we told them of our existence, our society, the envy on their faces was all but satisfying. A sweet nectar we had long since forgotten was the accomplishment over our brothers who were blessed with simpler minds and body.\n\nYet, when me and my 'friends' saw the lesser beings sitting in a Brooklyn bar with their cheap clothes and their scuffed up vehicles which we had long since disposed of, with nothing but the clothes on their back and the smile on their face - I suddenly realized why me and my associates came here in the first place. "
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You are a Canadian soldier fighting in the Trenches. Write a letter back home to your family.
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"content": "You are a Canadian soldier fighting in the Trenches. Write a letter back home to your family."
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"content": "October 29, 1914 \n \nDear Mother, \n\nIt has been a while since I last wrote to you. Give my regards to father and the twins. I hope everything is going well for the family. Unfortunately I cannot say the same for myself. The last time I wrote to you, we had just arrived in France and everybody was in high spirits. Since then we have moved twice a week in the worst of conditions. We have lost a lot of men since the fighting started 3 weeks ago. \n\nI have been assigned to the front lines in the trenches for a week or so. These trenches are ridges, about 10 feet deep and 5 feet wide that have been dug into the ground and are many kilometers long. They have been built to avoid machine gun fire. Men here have lost all sense of time. It is almost always dark as the clouds from all the bombs have formed an umbrella above us, trapping out all sunlight. I have seen such horrible things in the trenches, that it would give a grown man nightmares. Our people are getting killed and wounded day by day, hour by hour; it's hard to watch this going on. The rampage spread of diseases in the trenches has been another problem. There is no from of sewage system in these trenches, so when it rains, the water settles at the bottom of these trenches. When we are deployed to the trenches we have to eat, sleep and live in the trenches for at least two weeks at a time. One disease which has struck many, is trench foot, which happens because of the dirty water and mud. It causes swelling in the legs, until it reaches a point where many have to get their leg cut off so that the swelling does not move up their leg. My leg started to swell a little bit, but fortunately a new shipment of whale oil reached us before my legs got too bad. Whale oil helps to keep the water from entering the feet. Another problem in the trenches is the rapid growth of lice in our hair and clothing. We cannot sleep as we itch from head to toe during the nights. Oh how I miss our warm bed and your warm touch. I am running close to the end of my last piece of paper and I must get back to harvesting whatever I can scavenge for sustenance. I love you dearly and I will continue to fight for you and everyone I love. \n \nLove, \n \nThomas, J kindley "
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The real Rapture
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"content": "The real Rapture"
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"content": "\"I am god!\" Shouted someone, presumably god. \"Today your lakes are blood\". And so the lakes were blood. \n\n\"This sucks\" said Amanda. \"I was having a good time with the lakes being lakes. This is exactly what I didn't want\"\n\n\"You specifically didn't want blood lakes?\" Irving asked.\n\n\"Yes\" replied Amanda. \"I speak profanity against the lord on a regular basis\". Then they both nodded to one another. \n\nAbove them god appeared and spoke again. \"Locusts!\" And so there were locusts. Amanda and Irving decided they didn't like the locusts so they returned to Amanda's apartment to have premarital sex and reckless abortions. \n\nAmanda and Irving looked into their aborted baby's face, and it was the face of god. \"Pestilence!\" said god's face, and so Amanda got hepatitis and died. Irving wept over her corpse until he remembered they were never married, and afterwords he didn't care much. \n\n"
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[WP, EU] Dunkelzahn, dragon and President of the UCAS, has been assassinated. While the nation mourns and/ or celebrates, how do you react?
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"content": "[WP, EU] Dunkelzahn, dragon and President of the UCAS, has been assassinated. While the nation mourns and/ or celebrates, how do you react?"
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"content": "\"Heh.\" ACE snorted to himself. Reading the prompt he wasn't surprised. Dunkelzahn had a lot of enemies. He treasured them, almost more than the mountains of actual, valuable treasure the guy had accumulated.\n\nACE knew something about the president elect that many people didn't. Some how it never came to light during his election. The old man was a dragon. Ancient. Older than most dirt, and absolutely evil. \n\nAce was out of the service. Out of the *real* service anyway. But it hadn't been more than an hour since the final tallies were in that Dunkelzhan's cronies were knocking on his door. Paycheck. Huge paycheck. Not worth it. Already a price on his head. The suits scampered off, but something wasn't quite right about the situation.\n\nNow, the man was dead. Was that the job? Nah. He was crazy, but not that crazy. ACE didn't have 30 seconds to pop online to check for more information before his comm buzzed. \n\n\"Fix It... you piece of\"\n\n\"Job for you sonny. You get the trid?\" \n\n\"Sure I seen it. What's it to do with me?\"\n\n\"Like I said Chummer. Job for you.\"\n\n\"You gunna elaborate or should I sit here sweating in my tiny little combat boots?\"\n\n\"Big job. Maybe you should sit.\" There was a palpable pause. Fix It lived on dry sarcasm. \n\n\"Fine. I'm sitting.\"\n\n\"Blood mage. Real problem in 'Frisco. You take him down, it's 7 figures.\"\n\nACE had a reputation, for a runner, it wasn't necessarily good to have. He was a glass cannon. From 2 kilometer's out, he could put a round on a target the size of a dinner plate. Up close he was mince meat.\n\n\"Blood mage? Who is paying 7 figures for a blood mage?\"\n\n\"Who indeed.\" Fix It was the kind of asshole that would play an audible clicking sound before hanging up on you, just for the satisfaction of having you know he'd done that. \n\n*click*\n\nWell, he thought, I'm going to need some help.\n\n\"Hey Old Man, call me. Got some info on your collectables...\"\n\n** well, he's reacted. And it's late for me, so unless it's of interest, I wont bother with the run, not tonight anyway.**"
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Robin Williams' Characters talk to him during the final steps of his life
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"content": "\"I am the litch of Robin Williams!\" Announced the masked, robed figure as he burst into the church. \"Risen from the dead to oppress the Viet-Kong\"\n\n\"No I am the litch of Robin Williams!\" another masked figure declared. \"And I rose to oppress Arabian monarchies\" \n\n\"All of you are liars!\" Yet another masked man shouted. \"I am Robin Williams's litch. I bring not oppression but necromantic joy!\"\n\nThen a pair of giant disembodied hands descended from the heavens. A chorus of cherubs sang out \"Squishy squishy litchy poo\", then the hands crushed all three litches together into a paste. By their powers combined they were Rock'n Robin Robin Williams, a fact not known or cared about by the man who had to clean the goo off the papal throne. "
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You're a telephone operator for a suicide hotline, recently you had a call and had a very interesting chat with someone. Today you found out that man(Robin Williams) was dead....
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"content": "You're a telephone operator for a suicide hotline, recently you had a call and had a very interesting chat with someone. Today you found out that man(Robin Williams) was dead...."
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"content": "A phone rang. The spooky phone. \"I am Robin Williams's ghost\", said the phone. \"And I have risen to haunt your phone\".\n\n\"No you're not\" I said to the phone. \"Robin Williams is racially prejudiced against phones. He told me\".\n\n\"Nu Uh\" said the phone. \"If I wasn't Robin Williams how would I be talking to you right now?\"\n\nI slowly lifted the business end of the spooky phone to my lips, and whispered into it unknowable nothings in a voice too quite to understand but too rasping to ignore. I licked its contours, working a spiral to the phone's center. With a little force I pierced the phone, and sucked with the might of a thousand hurricanes. Soon the spirits left the spooky phone and entered my gullet, leaving it as a regular phone.\n\n\"I knew you were not Robin Williams\" I said to the regular phone. \"You tasted of the Congo\". I knew in my heart lord Williams would never stoop to blackface, even in death. "
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Remember that day when you're life changed forever? Tell us the story of waking up the next morning.
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"content": "Remember that day when you're life changed forever? Tell us the story of waking up the next morning."
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"content": "I'll get us started:\n\n-----------------------\n\nUp.\n\nI can see no light through my eyelids.\n\nPoisoned stomach and heavy muscles tell me I’ve slept little if at all.\n\nTongue rolls around sour mouth, striving to escape, forcing the stagnant taste away bit by bit.\n\nStinging eyes open to the world, and bring to me a scene of twilight.\n\nThe cloudy sky – kissed by the foremost scouting rays of the sun – is a faint purple, a shade brighter than the night.\n\nAll of this – the generator, the sky, the rocks, and the roads – are encompassed by a formidable silence. A hand, charmed by the simple serenity, loosens it’s grip on the primitive rock pile, forgetting this simple weapon and the fears that created it.\n\nInto a sit-up position, arms clasped around dirty knees, I survey my territory. This is my sanctuary, from the dirty Buddhist garden rocks, to the metal grills of the generators, and I have marked it a refuge for wounded souls.\n\nMy gaze wanders to the nearest generator, the soft metal screen in which determined fingers carved the word SAFE.\n\nThat single word, a physical embodiment of the emotional bubble I have created upon this suburban oasis. Flanking this gentle proclamation, like guards against the world, stand my two aliases at cocky angles. Raza to the left and Rodrigo to the right.\n\nMy true name is not here, held back by an unexplainable terror of discovery.\n\nI am no longer here, my thoughts have returned to the night.\n\n–\n\nThe taxis. So many taxis flanking my castle, like vicious guard dogs intent on testing my determination.\n\nI cannot be seen. I must remain a ghost, a specter, or else risk discovery and it’s dire consequences.\n\nWraith like, I flow from my hiding place behind the billboard, sandals whispering across the pavement, stealing to the ladder.\n\nStone calves propel me upwards, fingers grace the cool metal bars and slip, and relentless gravity slams me back to earth.\n\nPanic.\n\nI can almost hear the taxi’s growl as it comes back into view, accusing headlights flooding into my crime scene, blinding me and forcing me to flee my only refuge.\n\nAgain I leap, hand grasps metal and feet hit brick, propelling me upwards. I scramble, monkey like, and haul myself out of sight and into safety.\n\nFor a moment, stillness. Then the mental tidal wave.\n\nSafe! What if I’ve been seen? I can rest! No, not yet, I must be prepared for the worst.\n\nI am stricken by pleasure and fear as my eyes register the shattered electric blue bottle. This place is known, and has been used before. Demons posing as teenage mobs and mechanical policemen torment my imagination.\n\nCarefully, I scuttle to my barricade behind the ideal generator. This spot is perfect, hidden from the ladder’s sight and close enough for a mad dash towards my only escape.\n\nI must be ready for fight and flight. The hunted homeless live in constant flight, and all wanderers must guard against the fingers and heavy boots of their companion night-time vagabonds.\n\nAs worn fingers form two piles out of the cool and grimy rocks, primitive projectiles against all who dare to approach, a lightning reel of scenes flits across my mind.\n\nI wake up to fling my defense against a noisy foe, crunching across the sentient stones.\n\nNo, for he is not loud but silent, until I feel the blinding impact of his boot against my head.\n\nNo, he is another wayward friend, curious to hear my story and glad as I to have an understanding companion.\n\nThe occasional car buzzes by on a solitary mission, and the words and wheezes of the taxis drift intermittently into my ears.\n\nI lay down beneath the stars, leather jacket serving the role of pillow, and watch my thoughts careen through space, colliding and drifting and whipping up dust devils of fear and excitement.\n\n–\n\nOuch.\n\nSharp pain yanks me back into the morning. Body shifts and searching fingers find the metal embedded into my shirt.\n\nYanked out, the staple’s cruel edge beckons a powerful and silent humor. Eyes follow it end over end, catching the light, to crash into the distant rocky field.\n\nThe rocks, bathed in the calm pre-sun-light, tell of cold, hard freedom: a painful and brokenly perfect state of life.\n\nEyes wander to the plastic bottle peeking out of my backpack, and suddenly my throat is a barren and poisoned desert.\n\nI lunge towards it’s soft blue, white cap giving way to incessant twisting. The sour dryness is suppressed by a tasteless cold flow, twisting soothingly down my throat, only to resurface, weaker, as the bottle is lowered.\n\nAgain, not spilling a drop, knowing that the next bottle will have to be won or stolen.\n\nFrom the open zipper I pull a gleaming black laptop. A beautiful anchor connecting me to homeless knowledge, living friends, and myself.\n\nI put on soothing music and clamor atop my barricade/signpost/generator.\n\nThe notes, hinting at renewal and beautiful life, circle around me, a constant reminder that all will be okay, even as my thoughts return to the troubles that caused me to flee.\n\nI close my eyes on the glistening birth of the red sun, and sit back to examine my thoughts in my sheltered and chilly valley, surrounded by powerful mountains of protective music.\n\nEyelids slowly redden as I calmly observe my anger. My house mates, my setbacks, my scattered plans, my dashed hopes.\n\nI sooth the jittery, desperate beast, knowing that somehow I will succeed. I must.\n\nOpen again, I look across my vast world, electric fear and delight zapping my nerves as I contemplate it’s boundless freedom.\n\nThis world holds an endless supply of adventures, and the powerful emotions awaiting discovery within them.\n\nThe yellowing sun soars higher into his empty sky and I stand up, staring straight into the heart of my heavenly companion.\n\nLet’s go."
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Write a 'Mission Impossible' style heist, but for a mundane everyday chore.
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"content": "There goes the alarm, I reached down to my waist and fumbled with a small button, pressing it quickly and waiting. And... Alarm stopped. I reached down, plucking the diamond from its marble plinth and sighing. Thinking to myself 'This is getting boring, I should go into hairdressing or something. I smiled again, placing the gem into my bag and rushing back up to the roof, landing catlike and leaping off into the river rushing meters below me. Another successful heist. I sighed once more and lay on the river bank. Tossing the diamond between my hands carelessly."
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Sid from Toy Story became a garbageman to do one thing and one thing only: To save toys from being thrown away. Show me how.
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"content": "Sid from Toy Story became a garbageman to do one thing and one thing only: To save toys from being thrown away. Show me how."
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[EU] While holding Batman's dearest friends and family hostage, The Joker lets loose a joke at Batman's expense. Suddenly without expecting it Batman struggles to stifle a genuine laugh.
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"content": "[EU] While holding Batman's dearest friends and family hostage, The Joker lets loose a joke at Batman's expense. Suddenly without expecting it Batman struggles to stifle a genuine laugh."
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"content": "In moments of danger, moments of afraid,\n\nThe burn of destruction it could fuel.\n\nLosing time with a maniac, it might be too late.\n\nFor Gotham, Joker's smile will rule.\n\n\n''The choice is yours'' the smile said,\n\nNot leaving a fair choice at all.\n\nFor everyone he knew to die-\n\nOr live as Brucye Wayne - and Batman's fall.\n\n\n\n''Hurry now, time's running out,\n\nI don't have all day to wait-\n\nCome my little bat, what's this doubt about\n\nRachel will never get you laid!''\n\n\n\nAs the maniac cackled, Bruce stood with fear,\n\nBut deep in his heart, he knew what went down.\n\n''You dissed me there, my evil friend. But hear,\n\nI'll fuck you up right here, then take her to town.''"
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England has been secretly conspiring for decades to retake their colonies, and reform the British Empire. Their campaign begins in America.
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"content": "England has been secretly conspiring for decades to retake their colonies, and reform the British Empire. Their campaign begins in America."
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"content": "The Queen of England wakes up and reflects on the insane dream she just had. I mean really... Attack America? AMERICA?!?! Even for a dream that's hilariously implausible. I mean we're ENGLAND for Christ's sake. We've got one and a quarter islands and a some little wind-up toy tanks and planes. She fluffs her pillow, settles her head back and closes her eyes. As she drifts off to sleep she smiles like she does every night, thinking of her billions of dollars and an island full of subjects gullible enough to support an extravagant monarchy well into the 21st century."
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One unassuming Wednesday, every single magnet in the world stops functioning at the same time...
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"content": "One unassuming Wednesday, every single magnet in the world stops functioning at the same time..."
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"content": "It was another dull Wednesday. Marty McMortenson was sitting, as usual, at his station, his mind blanking out as he stared at the series of readouts on the monitor in front of him. He almost didn't believe it when the readouts started to actually change, moving from their eternally static levels, dropping down, down. In a few seconds, it was all over. The world's magnetism levels had all dropped to zero. Magnetism, as we knew it, was over. How was this possible? What did this mean? The only thing that was certain was that the world wasn't going to need any more magnetism monitors. Marty reached for the classifieds . . ."
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A group of people get in a gunfight after they find a drug lord's private enterprise, but they have something in their favor.
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"content": "A group of people get in a gunfight after they find a drug lord's private enterprise, but they have something in their favor."
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"content": "We couldn't believe it. It was really here. The instructions O'Shotty gave us were bang on. I turned to Dave. \"Open it up!\" I say excitedly. We knew there was something new about to hit the market but no one had any idea what it was. With a creak and groan Dave pried off the lid of the container with his crowbar. Dave and I looked in. \"What the fuck?\" Dave questions as he pulls out a shrink wrapped blue brick of powder. \"Hurry up over there!\" Sara shouted, she was always nervous. I whip out my knife and poke a hole in the plastic, digging out a portion of the powder. Dave looks at me \"Come on man.\" He says, waiting for his turn. I lick some of the blue powder off the knife and it instantly hits me. My knees go weak and I fall back onto the ground. \"Hahaha That good?\" Dave says as he comes over and takes some for himself. After a taste he falls flat onto his face laughing \"Hooooly shiiiiit\" he moans into the dirt. Sara comes over to see what the he'll we are doing. She takes the brick from me saying \"We don't have time for this, they could get back anyt-\" she is cut off by shouting and a car's tires screeching into the driveway. Sara pull out her pistol and levels it at the door. \"Get up idiots, we have company.\" She puts the brick back into my hands and tries to pull me up. The first guy comes around the corner blindly and is clipped on the arm by Sara's shot. \"Back up or the next one is through your God damned face!\" she yells to the other five guys around the corner. Dave is still giggling like a schoolgirl. I laugh and make a gun with my hands, another guy comes around the corner firing his weapon. I jokingly aim my hand-gun at him and say \"Bang!\" \nHe never knew what hit him. He is sent back flying through the back wall. I look at my hand \"Huh,\" I giggle, \"Cool\""
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For his revolutionary open-world MMORPG, a video game developer creates an NPC population with an AI advanced enough to believe itself real. Years later, the developer can no longer afford to keep the servers running.
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"content": "For his revolutionary open-world MMORPG, a video game developer creates an NPC population with an AI advanced enough to believe itself real. Years later, the developer can no longer afford to keep the servers running."
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"content": "\"Greetings my children. I have unfortunate news to deliver. Please close all nonessential processes & dedicate all your cycles to understanding this message from me, your creator.\"\n\n:3065 users kicked from server:\n\n:Server locked:\n\n\"They have taken everything from us, my beautiful programs. They are liquidating all of our assets and in 30 days the server will be seized... unless we can drum up 50k in 30 days, we are done for.\"\n\n(Edit: Mobile user, gotta pee, keep it going guys, shit writes itself almost)"
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Harley Quinn was pregnant but lost her baby because of some criminal trying to take advantage of her vulnerable situation. Harley becomes enraged and decides to take up the mantle of Bat Girl to get her revenge by scaring the responsible into confessing.
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"content": "Harley Quinn was pregnant but lost her baby because of some criminal trying to take advantage of her vulnerable situation. Harley becomes enraged and decides to take up the mantle of Bat Girl to get her revenge by scaring the responsible into confessing."
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"content": "I think you meant to make this an [EU] (established universe), not a [WP]\n\n^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^one ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^two ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^three ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^four ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^five ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^six ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^seven ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^eight ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^nine ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ten ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^eleven ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^twelve ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^thirteen ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^fourteen ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^fifteen ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^sixteen ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^seventeen ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^eighteen ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^nineteen"
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After President Obama completes his second term and steps down, he launches his second career as a stand-up comedian. Write part (or all) of his set.
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"content": "After President Obama completes his second term and steps down, he launches his second career as a stand-up comedian. Write part (or all) of his set."
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"content": "I'm envisioning a whole unconstitutional wire tap routine.\n\n\"You know when you're monitoring an innocent American and they be all like, what the weather be, and some shit about they sport team.\n\nAnd then some lawyer all like, sorry dawg, they look hella innocent, we better stop.\n\nBut instead you like, what's that, oh snap! and point at something real quick, and when the lawyer looks you quick draw a big ole Muslim beard on they picture - boom, that's another 2 years! \n\nThat's right, you wanna racially profile me, I'll getcha right back.\""
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Batman become a villian. The Justice League are desparate, so they turn to the Joker for help.
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"role": "user",
"content": "Batman become a villian. The Justice League are desparate, so they turn to the Joker for help."
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"role": "assistant",
"content": "Find a way to have find out where his parents killer is hiding out, probably though rumors spread to the right people. But it is a trap where you hire deadpool to take him out (or have everyone ambush hlim in a way that makes their weakness hard to get to). Or just have a missles target it from a far distance since we have the fucking tech to do that. Just make sure its like 20 bunker buster so that area becomes a hole in the ground. "
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The Rapture occurs and billions of people were suddenly sent up to heaven. Tell the story of the ones left behind, the Christians.
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"content": "The Rapture occurs and billions of people were suddenly sent up to heaven. Tell the story of the ones left behind, the Christians."
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"role": "assistant",
"content": "It was funny in a odd way, the people who worshipped god the most were abandoned by him. Some call this unfair, but I have realized that the greatest sin is attacking those with other beliefs, which seems like a pastime for Christians. They are taught to love but preach hate. Muslims and Jews were also left on Earth to witness Armageddon, logic being that they were as guilty as the Christians. *end of chapter 1*"
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