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rosesrot t1_j1i8q1e wrote

Reply to [WP] Oh I know exactly what this is! And I'm showing up for only two reasons: First, it will be incredibly entertaining and second because I'm immortal. by ivanbin

In the wild midway between somewhere and nowhere, there is a game and a house and a hell full of poisons.

You don't know what the fuck it's about, because the game changes each season. Sometimes it's chugging through the jar-fulls of gleamy sludge and wasting away your mortal flesh for a taste of paradise; sometimes it's roulette with the poisons awash in every cup, some's nirvana in sane blue and some's hell reaped from the same season.

Point is, you know jack shit. But I know what it's fucking about.

In every game, there's 25 and only 1 can come out alive. You have a selection of dares: the crazier you are, the stabler you'll be in game.

And I know why you mortals always come.

It's how I have my fun. You numbskulls entering the betwixt-in-between because, because. Maybe you were thrown a bone. Maybe you heard all the rumours about a poison paradise and decided to go looking. Maybe it's the whispers of the coveted prize, that of immortality if you won it all. Maybe you wanted to die. Big deal, get in line.

Your bullshit is a real-good show for us gods: not that there's a lot, mind. I think my girlfriend's a god 'cause she hasn't died yet, but that's just me guessing.

Anyway.

There is nothing better, can I just say, about seeing a man die. It never gets old. It especially doesn't get old when their muscles bubble through their flesh, or their intestines worm out like snapping basilisks being born out of hell. It's also much, much sweeter knowing you could've undergone that fate.

See, I was once like you. Broken in the head and destitute in debt. Face-first drowning in the somewhere-place. What you fuckers call Earth.

But then I heard of the midway wilds and I was so desperate for it that I screamed into the abyss and it called back. I won the first game. Killed them all, I did, and saved myself.

And the rumours are right, did you know? I became immortal.

Wanna know the bad news?

I don't like the thought of anyone else winning. Good news is, there's no ban on repeats.

This is the 64th season. There are 24 hopefuls waiting to die, though they don't know that part yet. I'll enter the game like some quivering thing and come out triumphant, as I have the past 55. My girlfriend took the other 9. Obviously, between us I'm winning the streak.

Bye, now. And good luck, fucker. You know why you're hearing this PSA? It's cause there is absolutely absolutely nothing you can do. Good luck, and welcome to the Game!

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XanderJayNix t1_j1i4136 wrote

Reply to comment by Ky0j1n in [WP] You run a daycare after the apocalypse. An unspoken rule among the wastelanders says the Daycare is off-limits to all. You raise the children of warlords, chieftains, and nomads. by numbers909

If he wasn't the one who ended the world, then he may have gotten the name because he has an alliance with the people of power due to watching their children, and can cause problems for anyone that causes problems for him.

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blue7silver t1_j1hzuac wrote

Reply to [WP] You run a daycare after the apocalypse. An unspoken rule among the wastelanders says the Daycare is off-limits to all. You raise the children of warlords, chieftains, and nomads. by numbers909

Their parents, at least, were still human.

Far below the surface, away from the wars fought by whoever was left over whatever was left, I watched over the first children of the apocalypse. I taught the kids old fashioned values. To be polite, to be kind, and not to touch the barrels of nuclear waste buried deep in the ground. 'Keep all tentacles, claws, and fingers to yourself and don't eat the green goo' read the sign I posted above the daycare.

When Timmy's parents came to pick him up, they often told him nasty things about Ur-Grak's mommy and three daddies, who eventually returned the favor. I had to enforce our no fighting policy between parents more than their children. But while Timmy could speak at a tenth grade level when he was five months, Timmy merely listened to the diatribes, blinked his many, many eyes in boredom, and then wrapped himself in his wings to make himself fall asleep.

Humans, Timmy would warble to me while one of his heads drank magma from a fissure in the wall, his pre-nap ritual. They all look the same to me, he would say. What are they so worked up about?

I guess the more we change, the more we become the same, I would reply hoping it meant something. And then I'd tell Timmy stories about how humans used to hate each other based on the color of their skin, and Timmy would warble with what I hoped was laughter.

I learned a lot from those kids. When they eventually came of age, took to the surface, ended the human wars in one single terrifying display of strength, and made me their leader, I could hardly say no. I owed them much. We all do.

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Reply to [WP] It's 1986 America, you and your friends are running from a masked killer at a lake house but just as he is about to catch you, he is run over by a Soviet T-34 tank. It's crew seem just as confused are you are. by Jacob6er

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021Fireball t1_j1hsdre wrote

Reply to [WP] You are in the principals office of your new school. You sit mortified as your grandparents and the principal argue. Your grandfather says "I don't care if she's half-human! After her parents passed away we raised her! Yes she's 'different' but she has every right to enroll!" by Taira_Mai

"Now listen 'ere ya little shite..." Grandad growled, standing on the desk and lifting the Principal by the throat. "What gives yer Tae bloody right Ter treat me damn gran'daughtah like that?! He hissed. I shivered a bit, as I held the part of my face that was bruised. Everyone was mad and I was scared. I didn't know what I'd done to deserve it, but Grandad was understandably outraged. He may have only been 4'5, but he had anger enough to make an Orc shit himself, and the muscles to break a dragon's neck. Even is his current predicament the snooty leaf-lover tried to act superior. "I struck it because it's impure! Wrong! It sho-" a blow to the throat reduced him to a coughing fit "ENOUGH." Grandad roared. "Don't talk shite about her! Ahm notifyin' yer feckin' superior aftah this. What'll Ol' Na'rok think o' THIS?" The headmaster whimpered in terror. No! Pleasenoilldoanythingyouwant! "Ah shut it." H growled, as he turned to the window, and he hung the headmaster out the window. Nara, call him ples. He'd say gruffly to me, as he went to intimidating the scrawny elf. I nodded, as I tried to call the Orc, until his rough, cheery voice came on. "OI OI! THIZ IZ KAPTAN NAROK TALKIN'? WHADYA WANT?" M-mmm... H-hello, this is n-nara S-stonehammer...

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Reply to [SP] "Why'd you save me?" "I may be a villain, but I'd never let my nemesis die." by Crystal1501

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