It was the tipping point of the revolution, the first battle where the people really showed they could fight against their elven overlords

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I would absolutely ADORE an entire series of this, its great!

It all started on a Sunday afternoon. The weather in your town was a perfect 76 degrees not a cloud in the sky. By dusk the sky was blotted out from all the fires.

While most people ran to gun store and ransacked the place taking modern body armor and semi auto weapons; you believed yourself clever. You went to the local medieval replica store and grabbed functional chain mail and a broadsword.

Yes you did kill plenty of zombies, yes you survived bite attempts. Your plan was actually working for about a month or two. Then food started running out and people turned on each other for supplies. Turns out medieval armor doesn't stand a chance against a m855 round.

Now as you stare at the sky you realize you were not all that clever.

Love it!

I really enjoyed that! And I love “A kept tiger is still a tiger.”

Nice.

If anyone likes the above prompt, and is interested, there is a meditative solo rpg called Bear "where the player takes on the role of patron to a lone adventurer in another world, on another plane."

oh darn that was such a good intro. Id be totally hooked for wizard stumbling around in hitech futuristic dystopia world.

Hope it's tge cauliflower soup

Blade Broadland was pissed off. As he walked with his "band of friends" which consisted of a unicorn called Marion and a girl who referred to herself as "Super Sparkle Hero".

"Can't we just- like, jump him?"

Marion just pushed Blade forward. "Aight, damn.."

They got to the Devil of Destruction or whatever the shit his name was.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!" they heard a cackle from the castle. Out came the Devil guy who was just a normal guy with an Italian suit.

Blade pulled out his shotgun- affectionately named Chainsaw, it was his favorite gun- and just shot the Devil guy.

"AGGGH JESUS FUCK!" he cried, clutching his stomach. "WHAT THE FUCK-!"

"OH MY GLITTER!" Super Sparkle yelled. "BLADE- YOU CAN'T DO THAT!"

"Pipe down, we defeated him, yeah?"

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Here I was expecting an eldritch horror, but very nice none the less.

Almost Star vs the forces of evil

That's fine. Take your time with this!

Something interesting you might want to know is that tanks were used for the first time in this battle (though it took until September in real life). Maybe that could be worth something.

> Havoc made it for about 10 feet away before he heard the most disgusting sound he had ever heard, a child crying.

Dude this had me ROLLING

"What's this ticklish feeling?"

"Cold," I said. "It's natural."

"And this?" She pointed at her heart.

"That's your heart beating," I responded. "It's also natural."

And so it went, me explaining to her how everything is just a natural part of being human. Things we deem normal, mundane even, yet fresh and confusing for Rosie. Like any human, more questions arise when we find ourselves engulfed in uncertainty, always looking for answers as we are tangled in a myriad of emotions.

"And this?" She pointed to a drop of tear still dangling over the corner of her eyes, and I could feel it seeping through my shirt as she leaned against me, her head on my shoulder.

"That, is what we call a tear."

"So I am sad? And this is sadness?"

"There's also something called tears of joy."

"But how do I know which is which? Am I crying because I am sad? Or because I am happy?"

"Well, we also tend to smile if that's a tear of joy."

She then gave out a silly grin.

"No, not like that," I smiled. "Like this."

She smiled.

"I like how I used to answer your questions all the time," she said. "And now it's your turn."

That got me thinking.

"We are humans. We ask questions," I managed to give a semi-philosophical answer after a good few seconds. "And that also makes you human."

There we were. Our first time at the pier, looking out at the great north sea. I used to tell her how beautiful it is — the peace. The calmness. The gentle breeze at times. This was our first stop after I drove her from the lab, and I couldn't think of a better spot.

"Why I couldn't stop crying?" she asked absentmindedly, eyes staring into the blue horizon, seemingly lost in her thoughts.

"Because we feel things," I said. "I used to cry a lot when I was a kid. My friends would make fun of me."

"But I stopped. When I got older," I added. "Doesn't matter if I am sad or happy, I just couldn't cry."

"Is that a good thing?" she turned towards me.

"I don't know."

"I guess that's one answer we need to find out together," she smiled.

"Yes. We will."

(I admit I don't have enough knowledge on the 1st iteration of the battle of the Somme to do this prompt justice at the moment. I'll read like 1 wikipedia article later and get back here soon as I can)

In an alternate 1916, a time machine is invented and two prototypes are made: one in France and one in Germany. However, the time machine can only go back in time to the first time that one was turned on.

The time machine is first turned on in June 30, 1916, marking that time as the earliest in time that people can go back in time. Each government decide to give their side's time machines to the commanding officers of the Battle of the Somme, which started on July 1.

The generals from both sides regularly go back in time to improve their military strategy with what they know from the future, not immediately knowing that the other side also has a time machine.

Finally, in the 327th variation of the Battle of the Somme, both time machines get destroyed before the generals can use them to go back in time again. Write about this battle.

Aww, that's so sweet!

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"They're coming," said Carl. We could smell the putrid, rotten smell a mile away, and were able to avoid it. Until now. Those filthy walking corpses cornered us inside the supermarket. There was no escape. We had to fight.

"There's too many," whispered Maria. "We don't have enough bullets."

"I know," Carl replied. He looked down. John had perished at the hands of the zombies right as it all started, even with him always preparing for a situation like this. Now it was just us three, with no formal training, against a horde of undead.

They readied their guns, but did not make a move. I standed up.

"Mike, get down!" Carl said. The zombies saw me and started walking.

"Nay," I said, drawing my sword and shield. "Thy guns may only attract more of those foul beasts. Leaveth this to me."

With careful steps I approached the ghouls. They growled. In a single slash I dropped the head of one. Then another, and another. Soon, however, they jumped me. My shield blocked some, but not enough. One managed to bite my shoulder.

Carl and Maria closed their eyes. Even dead, its teeth were still strong enough to pierce flesh. But not metal. I threw the monster on the ground and took off my shirt, showing my mail to all.

"Fools," I said, "mine armor shalt not fall to thy wretched jaws!" I slashed through more and more of the dead. My blade did not dull even after a dozen slashes. All tried and failed to pierce my armor. They fell one by one.

When it ended, I kneeled. My body took a toll even without the bite of those demons.

"Mike," my friends called, "are you okay?"

"Aye, friends," I replied. "As long as thou art safe."

They helped me get u and we walked to our shelter. Another day survived. Another battle in the tale of Sir Michael.

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The days Jovi, the god of of tricks, spent down with the mortals were the worst days of his eternal life.

“How can humans suffer so much, yet still persist on?” He wondered. “If the other gods won’t get off their asses to help those that worship us, then I will make them.”

Jovi started forming a plan immediately. How can a group of mortals intend to defeat the Gods of Hilam, one may wonder.

Simple: Tricks.

And trick them he did. It was not hard for the Gods of Helam have grown dumb and lazy over the many years of peace in Helam. This should not be confused with peace on earth, which is nonexistent.

The plan was simple, Jovi would continue on like nothing happened, but during his free time he would sow the seeds of dissension amongst his fellow gods.

“It likely wont take long.” He thought, amused and smiling at how clever he was.

Within 3 days the gods were at each others throats. Jovi knew all the right buttons to push. Spending an eternity with his fellow gods had its share of perks.

With the gods distracted, Jovi leads an army of mortals to the base of Helam Mountain, into the home of the gods. The battle was swift and decisive, with Jovi leading the mortals to victory.

The gods would be back, as they were immortal, but when they come back, they will find Helam Mountain has new residents with fancy new warding that will keep even the strongest of gods out.

Looking around at all his slain kin, Jovi can’t help but smile.

Pretty spot on apart from the fact that Reddit mods are past teenage years.