The Mary Sue stories you'll find on Wattpad except the main character realizes she's a mary sue and is desperately trying to change (Bonus if the other characters realize this too)

As a protectorate, we CAN stay out of it. It’s also possible that we get diplomatic overtures, if other nations think we’ll be helpful.

I really enjoyed this! Reminds me a bit of Ash staring down the medieval folk in Army of Darkness. My favorite part was the exchange with Wavel.

Holy shit dude you knocked it out of the friggen ballpark!

Thanks! The Trademark symbols in the prompt really stood out to me. I guess I missed the focus on the protagonist. I need to find an attorney to draft a reply letter for the protagonist!

I really liked the way you took this. With all the trademarks, a lengthy legal battle would put the hero into crippling debt. Sure, maybe the OP wanted more focus on the protagonist, but this was a fun response all the same.

This is amazing! The humor is also spot on, thank you checking out my prompt!

Sal watched as Lord Elos cackled and placed one boot on the head of King Orgainne. All around them, skeletons moved chests of gold and crates of artifacts into the town square. More skeletons guarded soldiers and civilians alike. Though the living outnumbered the dead, no one seemed willing to fight. A contingent of bandits made doubly sure of that.

“The treasures of the kingdom are mine!” Elos held up a gleaming shard of dark material. “Behold! The Stone of Nheskir! With it, I will become the ruler of the undead!”

Orgainne let out a grunt as Elos stepped harder.

“Father!” A young woman tried to rush to Orgainne’s aid, but a man in armor held her back.

“No, Nadira! It’s too dangerous!”

“But – ”

“We must believe!” An old man in a wrinkled robe placed his hand over Nadira’s. “The prophecy will come true! The hero will come to save us!”

Hearing this, Elos only laughed harder. “Hero? There hasn’t been a hero in this land for centuries! The Great Sage’s fabled Site of Arrival? Empty! I had a few of my men watch that place during the week this ‘hero’ was supposed to emerge. Just in case. Sorry to disappoint you, Elder Wavel.”

Elder Wavel slumped. “No…”

Disheartened murmurs ran through the captive crowd. Nadira let out a strangled sob. Their misery only seemed to strengthen Lord Elos. Not a single person tried to fight against their fate. With a sigh, Sal got up from his seat amongst a group of captive adventurers.

A nearby bandit raised his sword. “Hey! Sit back down!”

Sal ignored him. The bandit swung with a cry, only for his blade to pass through an illusory figure of Sal. The clang of the bandit’s sword hitting stone drew Elos’s attention.

“What’s this?” An amused grin formed on Elos’s face. “Do we actually have a hero?”

Sal waved his hand. “No, no. I’m just here for the hero’s sword. You carry on.”

That smile faded. “Excuse me?”

“I figured this was the easiest way to get to the thing without all the politics.” He walked past Lord Elos toward one of the piles of artifacts.

The silence was deafening. All eyes were on him, some in disbelief, others in hope.

It’s always like this.

Without waiting, he began rummaging through a pile of gold and jewelry.

“Stop right there!” A blast of necrotic energy collided with his back, but his armor absorbed the brunt of the damage.

“Can you not? I’d rather not do this right now.” Sal dug a bit deeper into the pile and pulled out a gleaming blade. “Ah, there you are. You wouldn’t believe how much this thing sells for.”

Elder Wavel let out a gasp. “It’s him! No one else can – ”

“Touch this blade?” Sal waved the sword around. “Nah. It’s just a simple ward. Easy enough to remove. Makes selling it way more convenient.”

The old man’s face reddened. “Sell – That is a priceless artifact! You’re supposed to save us from his evil! It’s your destiny!”

Sal rolled his eyes and put the blade into a pocket dimension. “Let me ask you something – old wizard man – since you’re so enamored with this destiny thing. What is your part in this ‘destiny’, hm? What prophecy is it this time?”

Wavel’s jaw trembled before he said, “I… I am to be a guide and mentor. To guide you into defeating this world’s evils.”

Sal nodded. “Right, right. A wise mentor that does little more than train me and then dies when his mission is fulfilled.”

“What – ?”

“Do you think it’s your destiny to die just so a ‘hero’ can have a growth spurt?”

Elder Wavel blinked. “Er… what? No, that’s not how it works!”

“That’s exactly how it works!” Sal turned on the cowering masses. “And you lot! Did you even try to fight against Elos? Sure didn’t see any blood on my way into town. Just a lot of knights being surrounded by the undead. Seems like Elos was here to take hostages and you all just let him.”

Silence followed his observation. Then, Lord Elos let out a soft chuckle.

“Such an astute hero. You’d do well by my side. Together we can – ”

“No thanks. I’m gonna pawn this sword and enjoy my vacation.” Sal jabbed a finger at the crowd. “If they want saving, they can save themselves.”

Lord Elos’s eyes narrowed. “They wouldn’t dare. They’re too reliant on their prophecies and heroes to save them.”

“Yeah? Well, this hero is here and he’s saying, ‘good luck’. I’ve had it with these stupid prophecies and whatnot.” Sal waved his hand. “You want your kingdom back? He’s one necromancer with the power to control about a hundred skeletons. That stupid gem maybe doubles it. Behind him is a bandit clan of about fifty. You’re a city of adventurers and a standing army of almost triple that. You do the math.”

Through the stunned silence, a few resentful faces grew thoughtful. Sal gathered mana in the air and wrapped it around himself as he had done in past lives. Teleportation – a high-level spell most spellcasters could only dream of accomplishing. And as his surroundings began to shift, he gave the stunned crowd one last wave.

“Toodles.”

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Might be a fun idea to expand on. I'll put it in the list with all the other ideas that could use expanding upon :P

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Thanks for reading.

This

Doesnt really fit the prompt, it was a prompt for a tired isekai protag

Not lawyers

But, its up to OP

I dont need a fortune teller to.hear that, its called dinner with my parents.

The roof broke of the sewer, falling neatly into the preplanned hole that had been dug underneath it.

"Alright lads, stage one is complete, we have no comms and nothing has triggered the alarms so we have 2 hours before sunrise and the doors open, get in there and start cracking those boxs"

The crew climbed up without any fuss except Mr Brown who took an injury, a small scrape on his hand from some sharp concreate, he quickly made up a improvised bandage to stop the bleeding.

Each of them taking a wall of safe deposit boxs they started cracking them open with crowbars.

Mr Brown taking the left wall, Mr Green the far wall and Mr Blue the wall on the right, Mr Black (the leader) offering up a hand to unload each box as its contents spilled out.

"Ha boys we are rich" cried out Mr Green waiving a handful of papers above his head, "look at this a whole box filled with Blockbuster stock" he fell back laughing at the faces of the rest of the crew his joke breaking up the excited murmurs that the rest of the crew had started to comment.

After only an hour nearly all the boxs had been opened a horde of gems, jewels and cash but 5 remained, two on Mr Browns wall, one on Mr Greens and the final two on Mr Blue's.

The crew knowing they had more them enough time started to speculate what riches these ones would contain had tried in vain to open them with hammers, crowbars and had to bring out the Dimond drill to try crack them.

Each member agreed to put the level of security into these boxs they must have something very valuable in them.

Mr black looked over each box in turn, they all sat on the same level, and now that he looked over them each box had the same pattern etched into the front of it - which made sense as they all resisted the attempts to open them in the same way.

His thoughts drawn away as Mr Green spoke up, " I think I hear voices down the tunnel boss, I will just go have a quick look" he jumped down the hole in the floor.

Mr blue spoke next " now that I'm close to it, I don't think this is a pattern boss, it looks more like very elaborate Letters, give me a second see if i can figure it out" Mr Blue pulled out a small note pad and started to write down "LO" and that looks like B" he started to mutter to himself.

Mr Black turned to Mr Brown " Hows the drill going?" he asked, Mr Brown looked up "I think ive made progress" He moved the drill back and went to wipe the build up that had formed from the drill attacking the metal away with his hand scratched hand bandage .

The same time Mr Blue spoke up " ok what is a LOBADI? any one know? maybe if i move it around?

Mr Green chose this moment to pop back up "boss its odd the voices? they get louder the closer I get to the vault and you guys, it must be a weird echo or something"

Before Mr Black could say anything Mr Brown started to stammer out "Boss...Ah Boss, Boss you got to look at this" and he pointed to the smear on the box front where he had wiped it. "watch, he then rubbed his bandaged hand on the front of it, leaving a faint trail of blood"

The blood then seemed to vanish, slowly like it was being sucked into the front of the door.

"it must be biometric" Mr Brown said at last, after he placed another smear on the door.

ABDILO? Mr Blue asked to the group, almost to himself.

Mr Black was about to tell everyone to pack up and leave, Mr Green spoke first "boss someone is coming up the tunnel, must be using some weird night vision light as its glowing red"

"Boss" Mr Brown started "the box is opening..."

"Hey Ive got it" Mr Blue exclaimed triumphally "DIABLO"

>You all are by a mere byproducts of his teachings and creations ,

In order for this to be correct, Abrahamic religion has to be the oldest religion still practiced. Judaism, Christianity, and Islam all are not.

Hinduism is. By birth and by length of practice.

Xil, Yol, Zul

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Augtober 13th, 1411 E.E.

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Lars the Farmboy

1 Subsistence Lane

Northwest Dezzak

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Dear Lars,

On behalf of our client, the Emperor, we hereby demand that you immediately cease and desist from any further heroic activity. You have violated your contractual obligations. You have, on multiple occasions, slandered the Emperor in your village square. Worst of all, you have violated the intellectual property rights of the Evil Empire.

We begin with your breach of contract. Your parents signed a lease with Lord Dezzak such that they may farm the land on which you currently live. Lord Dezzak is a subsidiary of the Evil Empire. And you, as your parents’ offspring, are bound by their contractual obligations. This is according to the jurisprudence of the High Court of Nightmares in the seminal case 10,000 Starving Peasants v. The Emperor, 5 EER 57 (1233 E.E.). Therewheretofore, the following acts were - or continue to be - in breach of the contract:

•	Removing an ancient weapon from its resting place on the property.  
•	Using leased farm equipment in a training montage.  
•	Using leased a leased farm animal as a heroic mount.  
•	Painting the living room.

Your liability to the Evil Empire does not stop there. The speeches in the village square you've been giving are slanderous and harmful to the reputation of the Evil Empire and the Emperor himself. You are recorded as saying that he has “stolen the princess.” This assertion is simply untrue. The princess is the Emperor’s property, as is everyone.

Your diatribes also infringe upon the Evil Empire’s word usage rights. You stated that you were “the chosen one” and you were going to “save the princess.” The Empire longago registered these phrases with itself. Please see Registration #4892 (The Chosen One) and Registration #5002 (Save The Princess). Any continued use of these phrases will be considered willful infringement.

Finally, and of most concern, you are at risk of infringing on the Emperor’s patent rights. Our spies have informed us that you have been in contact with a white-haired sage named Olga. She has been teaching you the True Power. The True Power is the exclusive right of the Emperor and is protected by multiple patents:

•	E.E.P. 450 - Method for Harnessing Energy from Surrounding Lifeforms  
•	E.E.P. 830 - Method for Shooting Energy Balls from Hands  
•	E.E.P. 931 - Composition of Glowing Aura  
•	E.E.P. 1128 - Method for Levitating a Little Bit

Listen, you seem like a nice kid. But if you want to topple the Evil Empire, you will have to do so legally.

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Regards,

Xil, Yol, Zul

Attorneys at Law

Thanks. Feel like I cheesed the word count with the copy and paste bible verses though.

Thanks. Glad you liked.

Writing in a separate doc, leaving this here so I can find this post again once I'm finished

If you search up the World Flood stories I mentioned, they all predate Noah by centuries.

Some easter egg fact.

The chosen one and his adventuring party, but they’re his family, all twelve-ish of them.

Love this! :)

Good damn this is good

This appeals to me on many levels, I love different takes on mythology.

It was love on sight… last sight, that is.

Fae < Fe

As these deities of grand varieties spoke ───── ; bickering on the logistics on this so called " Father " , the gate to their strong was suddenly pushed open by a violent force. Their voices hushed , their gazes now snapped at the one that dared to disrupt the meetings of such important entities. Beings as Thor and Ares readied their weapons , eager to exact their own form of divine retribution upon this would be invader , that was until the world itself had grown cold. The countless candles that surrounded them were snuffed , endless inaudible whispers filled their ears as the looming shadow of some entity loomed over them.

〝 State your business. 〞Athena spoke , breaking the silence with her assertive words. Filled with pride and seemingly unwavering courage but even she could not hide the trembles that plagued her autonomy.

〝 I'm here cause I heard rumors of Gods alike wish to speak about the idelogies and beliefs about HIM * . Well allow me to bestow upon you the knowledge you so desperately desire. 〞The unknown figure spoke , their voice smooth as silk , filled with a sense of alluring that one could easily drop all form common sense and allow themselves to be taken by such embrace. The fluttering flapping of wings echoed , followed suit by the reverberating sound of footsteps. Once again, the gods remained silent until the figure now stood before them all. A slight chuckle escaping their lips afore they finally spoke again.

〝 My name is Samael but you may refer to me as 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑. 〞

Suddenly, a burst of a thousand voices sputtered about. God's speaking amongst each other as they came to realization of this being was. They heard rumors , tales about an angel ───── ; one made in absolute perfection, loved and adored by his creator casted down into depths of the underworld after he sought to overthrown them. Taking over heaven for their own seemingly nefarious purposes.

〝 Speak then , devil. What knowledge of your creator do you wish to provide. 〞The All - father , Odin commanded from this beast of sin.

〝 That depends , for the knowledge I will provide is up to interpretation. 〞He retorted back.

〝 For you see , that's how he works. His words , his laws , his wisdoms ───── ; everything is not as defined as one would believe. Thats why you see so many mortal men utilize his name and faith to condone the actions and atrocities they commit. 〞Lucifer said as he walked about , his gaze trailing as he looked upon each and every God and goddess.

The God's once again mumbled amongst each other. Reciting the countless events throughout history that this particular entity is portrayed and mentioned. Such as those crusades within Jerusalem, the Salem witch trials , The Inquisition, and many more. Countless genocides committed in the name of this Father and/or his son. All due to the fact that man sought to interpret this deity's words into their own twisted sense of morality.

〝 Granted , I am the cause of the first sin. I sought to corrupt his creation, more them into something monstrous and deranged. To make him HATE * his own creation but I barely needed to do anything at all. For they did it to themselves. All because he believed his teachings were absolute, the way to guide the world to total paradise. To stand amongst him and his other loved creations whenever the end would arrive. When those blasted trumpets would sing their song and I would arise upon the world. Those who were faithful and truly followed his teachings were taken into heaven whilst the rest were doomed for eternity. 〞Lucifer spoke , his tone shifting betwixt a sense of condescending and a hint of somber sorrow. Perhaps it was pity, or something more, the gods were unable to peer into the mind or soul of this devil.

〝 Tell me , what benevolent being would subject their creation, one supposedly made in his image , to such cruelties ───── ? To allow them to suffer at cause they could not truly interpret his teachings on how he wished for them to be. 〞He asked , his words filling their minds with an endless sea of questions.

〝 Keep this mind if you wish to continue. In the end , there is nothing you would be able to accomplish. The mortals weren't lying about one thing and that is his status. You all are by a mere byproducts of his teachings and creations , we all are. So it'd be best if you went about and never utter his name again, or else... you will be seeing more of me soon . . . 〞

"I refuse, your souls need to be saved, and you four must know your places. Beneath the Lord of Lords."

So Almighty he plagiarized his World Flood epoch from others. Odin did tell Gabriel.

"How Dare you?" Gabriel seethed back.

Let me tell you the story of a man who heard a voice from Heaven. To build an ark and to fill it with his family and animals. For all life outside the Ark will die to a flood. What did I speak of?

"Noah."

Wrong. Utnapishtum from Epic of Gilgamesh. Anu says "What the Inanna?"

"..."

Let us try it again. Same description as before. Exactly. Izanagi asked.

"Noah. Of course it is."

Wrong. Atra-hasis. Ea would like me to relay "What the Ishtar?" Izanagi spoke.

"..."

Let us try this a third time. Same story. Same description. Zeus questioned the Archangel.

"...Noah?"

Ziusudra. Enki declares "What the Ninhursag?" Zeus informed.

"..."

If you recall, the Christian Messianic figure is not that original either. Zeus added.

"...?"

Trip to the Afterlife? Osiris, Tammuz, Adonis, Attis, Zagreus. Jesus was the latest.

Water from wine? My son, Dionysus?

Epic climactic battle at the end of time? Not very unique that one.

"His miracles were the most impressive," Gabriel interjected.

Odin's power began to fluctuate.

Hello? Brahma? Do you mind if I borrow that technique of yours? Thank you.

Odin?

Brahmastra

And in an instant, did the entirety of the dimensional Realm bathe in light, the radiance blinding even the Holy Ones gathered at There and Then. Colors in variety surpassing the mortal ability to describe filled the whole Realm, and the Brahmastra gave testimony of its Inventor's wisdom.

I can contact Shiva and try his as well. Odin notified the Realm.

Heh. Never gets old seeing one go off. Zeus spoke with a faint aura of admiration.

Tell your Lord he is not welcome to visit. Such vanity and ego will harm the good will this Council built up over the uncounted aeons. Izanagi concluded.