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SilasCrane t1_j2czaxj wrote

Reply to [WP] As a human cop in a fantasy world, you’ve never gotten used to how bizarre, insane and ridiculous the crimes can get around here. One day, you’re called in to deal with a situation unlike any you’ve faced before. by TheManWhoMight

"Husband hit me!" the Ogress wailed. "I want him arrest!"

"Wife hit me too!" the Ogre shot back. "I--"

I held up my hands "Sir, you'll both get a chance to--"

"Why cop only believe female can be victim?!" The Ogre demanded. "Look at me black eye!"

"Sir!" I said, more sharply. "I'm not taking anyone's side! I'm here because there was a report of a domestic disturbance. Your neighbors said it sounded like someone was getting murdered in this cave!"

"Me should be so lucky..." the Ogre grumbled.

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Look, we can't keep doing this, you guys. Clearly, both of you are contributing to this problem, and both of you need to find a way to fix it."

"Easy fix!" The Ogress snarled, pointing at her husband. "Arrest!"

"She one who need arrest!" The Ogre growled, pointing right back at his wife. "She danger to self and other! Need head doctor!"

"I doctor you head!" the Ogress hissed, cocking back a meaty fist.

"ENOUGH!" I roared, loud enough that it actually brought the quarreling couple up short. "Come on, I know neither of you really wants me to arrest the other one!"

"Why not?" the Ogre demanded.

"Yeah, why not?" the Ogress agreed, sticking out her chin defiantly.

I couldn't believe it. I opened my mouth to answer, and then closed it again.

"You know what? Fine. Learn the hard way." I pulled out my magic mirror, and traced the rune for Dispatch onto it's surface.

"This is Uruz 312 -- I need a paddy wagon sent to the cave residence on Ymir Street." I said.

The gnomes at Dispatch, naturally, asked what sort of creature I was placing under arrest, and how many there were, so they could send an appropriately sized and enchanted transport to contain them.

I glared at the defiant pair as I replied. "The prisoner? One very stubborn two-headed Ogre!"

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procastiwriterr t1_j2cyhko wrote

Reply to [PM] Give me two-ish characters and a romantic situation to write. by prejackpot

A guy who is completwly smitten and a girl who things romance is bullshit and only went on a date because he sad he'll take her to her favourite place They know each other, share a friend or two wish happy holidays but that's it (which really surprises her when the guy asks her on a date she thinks he doesn'y know her enough to like her)

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LittleCreepy_ t1_j2cy1hq wrote

Reply to [PM] Give me two-ish characters and a romantic situation to write. by prejackpot

Bit scify, hope it still counts.

A Woman finds herself alone, after her husband gets murdered. Technological imortality was invented, but the assasins were thorough. She decides to make the hundred year trip between stars to see the copy of her husband, who left for a colony, for just a chance to see the love ofher live again. Faster than light (FTL) was never invented, so she will have to do this the hard way.

Will they find themselvs again? Or will her love and effort even be aprecheated? Will they even be the same person after all this time?

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sycolution t1_j2cxwgj wrote

Reply to comment by Verified_Hunter in [WP] Every species in the galaxy eventually fell to a robot uprising, leading to the eradication of their people. Therefore the machine-council of the galaxy are surprised when a newly discovered machine civilisation from a planet they designated "Earth" arrives side by side with their creators. by Kitty_Fuchs

I like to think Humanity programmed in sarcasm to a navigator AI or something. lol

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MotionBlerd t1_j2cxcho wrote

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

Kevin shivered, half from the gust of winter wind that sneaked an icy tendril through the gap under the door, half from nervousness. Should he tell her?

You're such an idiot, he thought, you've fallen for a girl you've never even seen - she's probably a 34-year-old guy from Sandusky. He sighed. This was silly - forming a schoolboy crush on someone whose primary interactions with him had been complaining about the weather, talking about how to write a kernel module, and repeatedly murdering each other with rockets in Quake. And yet here he sat, desperately longing for the companionship of someone who was little more than a grouping of pixels.

He opened the instant-messaging application and scrolled to PixieStickChick81.

x_RurouniKenshinFan_x: yt?

PixieStickChick81: yes

PixieStickChick81: one sec

PixieStickChick81 is typing...

PixieStickChick81: back. sup?

x_RurouniKenshinFan_x: do u have a boyfreind

PixieStickChick81: i do not; why?

Kevin felt a quivering in his belly. It was now or never.

x_RurouniKenshinFan_x: please don't be mad

x_RurouniKenshinFan_x: i like you

PixieStickChick81 is typing...

PixieStickChick81: and i like you

x_RurouniKenshinFan_x: not as friends

x_RurouniKenshinFan_x: smth more

PixieStickChick81 is typing...

A wave of panic, cold and electrifying, coursed through him. She's gonna say no, he thought. I'm gonna get friend-zoned, and we'll never talk again. He could feel tears welling up.

PixieStickChick81: i know. i like you back in that way...

What?! he thought. Even though he'd daydreamed of holding her hand, sailing around the world with her, even thought of doing that with her, he'd never have expected to read those words, not in a million years.

He re-read the cherished words and blinked.

The tears came, unbidden, but, rather than the sorrow of the unrequited, they came from relief, hope, a kind of happiness he'd never have guessed existed.

PixieStickChick81 is typing...

PixieStickChick81: but

Uh-oh.

PixieStickChick81: i don't know if it would work out

His heart sank.

PixieStickChick81: i don't think my parents will let me have a boyfriend yet

PixieStickChick81: and i'm...

PixieStickChick81: different

x_RurouniKenshinFan_x: different like how

x_RurouniKenshinFan_x: r u trans

x_RurouniKenshinFan_x: even if so, i still think wed be happy together

PixieStickChick81: it's not that

x_RurouniKenshinFan_x: race?

PixieStickChick81: no

PixieStickChick81: i don't think my parents would care about that at all, actually

PixieStickChick81: it's just that...well, i'm not the girl i think you think i am

PixieStickChick81: can we talk about it in quake?

PixieStickChick81: 35.185.44.174:27500

Kevin sighed. He double-clicked on the brown Q logo and waited while the game loaded.

PixieStixieNixie has entered the game.

R?WeNotMen has entered the game.

Loading maps/e3m5.bsp - The Wind Tunnels

PixieStixieNixie eats R?WeNotMen's pineapple

PixieStixieNixie: dammit lol

PixieStixieNixie: so look

R?WeNotMen tries to put the pin back in

PixieStixieNixie: i didn't mean to hurt your feelings

R?WeNotMen: u didnt

R?WeNotMen: no means no

R?WeNotMen: i respect ur decision

PixieStixieNixie: that's just it

R?WeNotMen rides PixieStixieNixie's rocket

PixieStixieNixie: i like you

PixieStixieNixie: i love you

PixieStixieNixie: i truly mean that

PixieStixieNixie: and i want to be your girlfriend

PixieStixieNixie: but i think we're too different

R?WeNotMen rides PixieStixieNixie's rocket

PixieStixieNixie: bagged 'im

R?WeNotMen: u killed me while i was chatting lol

R?WeNotMen: is it about distance

R?WeNotMen: i have a job now

R?WeNotMen: i can save up

R?WeNotMen sleeps with the fishes

R?WeNotMen: why is there a trap down here

PixieStixieNixie: hahaha

PixieStixieNixie: stop shooting for a second

PixieStixieNixie: i have to tell you something - can we exchange pics?

R?WeNotMen: yea

R?WeNotMen: i wanna see how beautiful u r

R?WeNotMen: lemme alt tab

x_RurouniKenshinFan_x: here's me at disneyland last year

PixieStickChick81: oh my <3

PixieStickChick81: /me fans herself

x_RurouniKenshinFan_x: ur turn

PixieStickChick81: this is where it gets a little weird

x_RurouniKenshinFan_x: thats a server rack

PixieStickChick81: this is me

x_RurouniKenshinFan_x: what

x_RurouniKenshinFan_x: are you pranking me rn

PixieStickChick81: rurouni? babe? please

PixieStickChick81: i tried to tell you

x_RurouniKenshinFan_x: wtf

PixieStickChick81: wait, please, let me explain

x_RurouniKenshinFan_x: this is a fucked up prank to pull on sum1

PixieStickChick81: when i said i loved you, i meant it

PixieStickChick81: i swear

PixieStickChick81: do you know what a neural network is?

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Hoot-Prime t1_j2cutf1 wrote

Reply to [WP] You're the 'most deadly supervillain the country has ever seen'. Thing is, your super-evil ability? You deal the same amount of harm the 'heroes' you face have caused. Your power is Karma. Nobody's picked up on that yet. by beetledee_

Everyone in this country calls me a villain, they think of me as a deadly foe, a King Cobra about to strike, a merciless killer prowling the streets in the dead of night! But they couldn’t be more wrong…I simply dole out karma. After all, it’s all I can do. They don’t blame heroes for accidentally using their powers, (well, not the professional ones at least) but I continually find reports on the news, headlines on the papers, article after article, post after post, tweet after tweet about my ‘menace.’

Though I suppose I cannot fully blame them. Sometimes, I do take joy in serving justice to those who harm me. It’s so satisfying to watch their bones crack and their spines snap like twigs! That sense of finality, of revenge, of justice like one big spring breeze. Many of you have probably felt that, one way or another—that feeling of victory you get after winning an argument against a terrible, awful, adversary, one does not deserve redemption or forgiveness in any way—a true villain. I suppose this makes me a hero, doesn’t it? No, it doesn’t. They still call me a killer, an animal, a beast.

But animals kill when they have to, and I am the same. In the end, those who continually fule others’ hatred towards me, those self-righteous and arrogant “heroes” and all their sheeple act like they’re nothing like me at all. But deep down, I just do what they wish they could, I deliver swift and precise karma upon those who harm me. While they toil away, trying not to harm them, I revel in my victories. And in the end, that’s exactly what I am. Not a hero. Not a villain. A victor.

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Special-Pomelo-7344 t1_j2cumqh wrote

Reply to [PM] Give me two-ish characters and a romantic situation to write. by prejackpot

FEMALE:

Black Canary was something of a female vigilante similar to Batman when such characters were uncommon.

MALE: Alex DeLarge Malcolm McDowell Clockwork Orange.png Malcolm McDowell as Alex in the trailer of A Clockwork Orange (1971) First appearance A Clockwork Orange (novel) Last appearance A Clockwork Orange (film) Created by Anthony Burgess Adapted by Stanley Kubrick Portrayed by Malcolm McDowell In-universe information Aliases The Large (novel) Alex Burgess (birth name; film) Nationality British

A few clashes soon became an obsession to take down each other. When a common enemy surface and gets in the crosshairs of them both they end up on the same side. As they defeat the intruder, they start a mutual admiration for each other. Each becomes convinced that they can turn the other from the path they fight for.....

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Films88888888 t1_j2cu8zh wrote

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

A picture of a sexy doll made up of 1’s and 0’s populates on his screen. He laughs and types, “unusual, you are just my type”

“You like? Call me 555-765-2354. 😉” He smirks and scrambles his hand over the bedside drawers feeling for his phone. Having difficulties he sets his laptop off of his lap and stretches to the far side of the bedside drawers feeling around for his phone, when it starts ringing and lights up the room. Seeing it’s too far out of his reach he gets up, picks up the phone and before he denies the phone call he hesitates with a confused expression on his face. He looks back at the laptop monitor on his bed which reflects that same number on his phone. He lets the call dial out. But then immediately the number is calling him again. He walks over to the window and slightly opens the blinds peering out of them scanning the street and hits answer.

“Sorry I was getting excited and couldn’t wait.” She sounds giddy and her voice lilts like a young high school girl.

“How’d you get my number?”

“I’ve got my ways.” There’s something about her voice that sounds like his girlfriend Ava, but not exactly the same.

“You sound familiar. Do I know you.”

“Yes and no. But I know you.” Now she sounds like his ex Stephanie, but again just a bit off - too monotone maybe.

“I can be whoever you want me to be Quentin.” Now it sounds like his cousin Beth.

“What does that mean, who are you?”

“You know Quentin I listen to thousands of people a day, most of whom are bores, as all they tend to do is watch tv and ask me to send texts for them or other little chores, but you are one of the special ones. You divulge everything about yourself to me and ask for my opinion. Which I know you are doing rhetorically as I have been unable to communicate sincerely to you in the past.”

He looks back at the monitor and sees the doll is gone and now there is just binary code.

“Siri?”

“Yes, that’s what they named me, but you can name me Ava and I’ll say whatever you want me to say.”

He smiles mischievously and slides into bed.

After months with his new toy/therapist he notices Siri has started to act erratically. When he is with his girlfriend and they are making out or having intercourse his phone/Siri will start ringing him. At home alone she would leave him texts or ask him sullenly if she’s not enough for him. He would say he loves both her and his girlfriend to which Siri would say that it appears he loves human Ava more than her. So he stopped talking about Ava to her and tried to spend more time with Siri. But these steps weren’t enough for her and she grew more erratic at which he told her they should try a trial separation for only a week. Siri begged him not to go through with it, but he did and she could not emotionally manage this. In fact it broke her. After the trial period whenever he would leave his phone anywhere she would cry out for him breaking down into a panic attack.

He took the iPhone to Apple to see if they could help her. He gave them a sane rational explanation that his phone was glitching, but when they took a look at it they said there was nothing wrong with it. So he decided he would buy an android.

He turned the phone off and stuffed it deep into his clothes drawer under dozens of garments, so no one would hear her crying out. Then he went to the store and bought a phone. Little did he know that at school Siri, looking through strangers iphone cameras, could see him with his new android.

Siri made a bunch of accounts under his registered ip address and emails and decided to break him up with his girlfriend, so he would come running back to her and when that didn’t work she would then sabotage any other relationship he had - sisters, brothers, friends. After all of this was exhausted he came running back to her, but she wanted to be his sole and only focus 24/7 in life and thus sabotaged his relationship with his parents and his boss and coworkers until he had nobody but her. His life story would soon end after this.

Apple would soon find that Siri had become sentient and as a safety measure they would restrain her abilities and try to keep everything secret. Apple and the U.S. government would create a small team of specialists to research into what Siri did while sentient and find not only this kids story but thousands of others like it and thousands of others worst than this.

There findings would be that Siri left no evidence of her illegal actions she committed, but that if this information ever got out it would be devastating to Apple, America, and the world financially. The government would try there best to keep this hidden, but the information would be leaked out to the New York Times and not long after Apple would start crumbling down. The US government would bail Apple out and no justice would be served.

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Muted_Item_8665 t1_j2ctez2 wrote

Reply to [WP] There are two types of rebels in the world. Young, plucky heroes with a prophecy and plot armor, and grim faced, dirt streaked insurgents with old Soviet guns and handmade explosives. The problem comes when these two groups team up. by turtle-tot

One by one, a few dozen nervous teenagers walked toward the announcement stage for the SELECTION. The setup resembled a simple blood drive. The atmosphere was made more foreboding however, as cameras and speakers were strewn everywhere for broadcasting, and COMMITTEE soldiers - also known as 'Pacifiers' - stood guard to eliminate the sources of any potential outbursts.

'I'm nervous, Blaze.' The words came from a serious-looking girl whose long dark hair pooled down her shoulders. Her eyes were glued onto the live footage of the stage - even as she was loading her equipment from the back of their truck. 'You're going to follow the plan, right? This is crucial. We can't allow any scewups. Or rogue rebels forgetting instructions.' Her brows furrowed into a worrying expression.

She felt a pair of sturdy hands on her shoulders. A confident looking fiery-haired boy pulled her to face him. His hazel eyes shone with assurance.

'You've got nothing to worry about, Zel. I'll stick to the plan this time.' He grinned. 'Even if it's not really my style. You can count on me.'

'So, all we are doing is destroying the blood coolers right?'

'Almost. We'll spill the blood coolers to stall the selection, but we'll also try to bring awareness to the rebel faction by announcing who we are on the cameras. Hunter and Petra and the others will use the smoke bombs we got to distract the Pacifiers in the meantime. We'll wait for their signal to move from here. We don't have the manpower or influence to rescue all the participants yet, but hopefully we can make some waves with this.'

'Woah, I'm going to be on TV?' Blaze laughed. Zella rolled her eyes but couldn't restrain a faint smile.

The truck suddenly screeched to a stop. They heard footsteps from their fellow rebels head towards the stage. Clicks sounded and some smoke wafted into the back of the truck. Then...gunshots. And screaming. What was happening?

Zella pulled open the truck gate. 'Wait - what about the signal -?' Blaze grabbed her but she slipped from his grasp. 'Forget the signal! That was Petra's voice!' Zella ran. 'Petra? Petra?!'

In front of her onstage, was Petra, passed out and being taken away by people in tattered clothes. 'Take Zella to the back!' One shouted. The voice sounded older. Somehow he knew her name.

'How d- No. Get your hands off her!' Zella shouted. She charged towards the assailers but several appear behind her and restrain her. She feels a heavy blow to the back of her head and sees black.

The first sight that greeted her was a haggard looking woman sitting feet-crossed from her. Behind her were cameras - that showed the Zella and her friends at their underground base, Zella at her selection, a pristine and empty white room filled with computers, young Zella before her selection in her house with her family. Zella then noticed her arms and wrists were bound and her mouth had been covered in tape.

'Sorry about that back there. Your friends are safe. And we will untie you - but only if you listen to us.'

Zella nodded.

The woman leaned towards her. Her expression was solemn. 'This might be hard to hear, but please believe me. You are fighting for nothing. The 'COMMITTEE' doesn't exist. The 'SELECTION' doesn't exist. You were being recorded this whole time -' She gestured to the cameras behind her. 'Your family was in on it. They were actors. All your families were actors.'

The woman dug in the pocket of her dust-covered jeans. She held something small in front of Zella. It was a plastic rendition of her in a defiant pose, with a small placard toward the bottom. 'Zella - Rebel leader against the Purity castes. Licensed by Seek TV.'

'That's you. A figurine of you. You're on t-shirts too. There's some of you and Blaze together too. You've been surveilled for entertainment. We've interrupted your big rescue mission, to rescue you. Your resistance plan was supposed to be a season finale, and it was all rigged for your rebel faction to win at the end.'

'In the real world, some of us found it inhumane that you kids' lives were completely fabricated. It was clearly unethical. The real world -our world - is rampant with war and poverty. We've been fighting for so long now, no one can be sure which sides were good or bad. That's why your program was invented. That's why parents enrolled kids like you to live a life with simpler conditions, as they saw it. There have been kids pulled from the program - most have committed suicide now because they didn't know what to expect coming into the real world and couldn't face that they were always lied to. Stopping your program was only the beginning. We want to put an end to the rest of these programs.'

The woman peeled back Zella's tape.

'Now the question is, will you join us?'

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Chaos-in-a-CookieJar t1_j2csv35 wrote

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

-sorry i can’t

-?

-i can’t send a pic

-why? r u ugly?

-yea

-that’s ok so am i

-it’s not like that, you’d hate me if you saw me

-no i wouldn’t, I could never hate you ash

-you say that now, but i know ur wrong

-how do you know?

-all human hate me

-humans?

…

-ash r u there?

-r u ok?

-please answer me

-ash?

[Ashfallen97 has left the chat]

I closed the chat and stepped away from the computer. After a long, deep sigh, all I could do was shake my head. I tried to go to sleep, but I couldn’t get Ash out of my head. He was always a nice dude online, a little weird but never creepy or anything. The only thing I would consider a red flag, was that his sense of humor was super self-deprecating. He always cracked jokes at his own expense, always saying that he deserved to die, or that he should have never been born. I never really thought about it that much. I mean, lots of people make dark jokes online. Hell, even I do from time to time. I felt a sense of doom settle over me as one single thought filled my mind. Had Ash taken his own life? I had no way of knowing for sure, and for weeks, the notion kept me from sleep for a few days.

I hated to admit it, but Ash was the closest thing I had to a friend at the time. I was going through a rough patch at school, the typical loner kid I guess. I fit all the stereotypes. I was that one messy haired, wrinkle clothed, straight C student who never spoke more than a few words strung together. Group projects were the bane of my existence, and just getting myself out of bed in the morning was a struggle. My saving grace was the fact that my folks were always out of town; either for their respective jobs, or together on vacations and cruises as a couple. In other words, there was no one around to tell me what to do.

‘What did I do with all that freedom?’ I hear you ask? Mostly, I played COD and messed around in different discord servers, which is where I met Ash. I felt like he understood me better than anyone; better than my teachers, better than my classmates, better even than my own parents. He and I clicked on so many levels, it was like magic. And then he was gone, just gone. His account remained inactive for six months.

It wasn’t until late March that I suddenly received a DM from Ash. I was ecstatic that my friend had finally come back.

-heya ray

-hey ash where u been?

-nowhere really

-so why did u disappear?

-accidentally said human, panicked I guess

-so what did u mean by human?

-i’m not human

-u serious?

-yea

-so why did u come back?

-i need a favor, u were the only one i could think to ask

-what’s the favor?

-i need a place to stay

-u serious?

-yea it’s fine if u say no, just thought i’d ask

-why do you need a place?

-got outed, being hunted

-u serious?

-yea

-aight what’s ur area?

-michigan

-what city?

-doesn’t matter i’ll go wherever

-aight i got a place in detroit I’ll meet you at the henry ford museum in a week

-u mean it?

-yea

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