I absolutely love this, this is GOLD

"So, you found me." I'd be amazed at the tone of defeat if I believed it. She was always a good actor, and while I can tell when one of you is lying (Shakira was wrong, it's the ears that don't lie), I never could get a bead on her.

"No, my usual spot shut down last week. Was the only good Chai latte on the continent." I tried to ignore the hand going for her waist, telling myself it was for a pen, and not her timestone. I resisted eons of muscle memory. Imagine trying to keep your eyes open while sneezing. Not the Mythbusters way, with tape or some object to assist. Just willpower and self-control.

"Martino's, yes. It was the only good thing on the menu." She brought her hand back up, empty, to the computer.

"The raspberry cheesecake scones were good until they dropped them." I failed to avoid looking at her neck for a chain or string her stone could be on. She pretended not to notice. Or maybe she didn't, who can say?

"Scones," she corrected. "But yes, they were good. Not great, certainly not the best, but good."

I waited while she tapped in my order.

"I don't make the drinks here, so they are terrible. But I did make the handpies. The rutabaga is from my own garden." She said it all over my left shoulder. I didn't turn to look, as it could be a distraction. The stone only worked in her hands, so no accomplices could help.

"How can refuse? Do you have two? One for the road." I noticed I could see reflections in the glass of the menu. Nothing stood out behind me. A simple distraction, as I'd guessed.

"Can I get a name for the order?"

"Ah, that old trick," I said, and we both grinned. "Of course. I should have known." It was how we'd ended up here in the first place. Deals with the fae were always a gamble, though some would say we won.

"Brionne work for this one?"

"Good as any."

She gave me the handpies and said, "Thank you, have a fantastic day."

"You, too," I replied and turned to go for the drink pickup and wait for my latte. Unfortunately, that's when I saw it. Over the door, right where she'd looked before. Not her stone, but a simple binding rune. It looked like steam over the coffee cup in the logo. The reflection didn't catch the detail enough. Without stopping or turning back, I whispered, "Well done. How?"

"Motors in the sign, remote in my pocket. Simple enough."

"I just want my latte."

"Fair enough. It's a long road." After a moment, she handed me the finished latte. "How far this time?"

"Can't just let me walk away?"

"I don't trust you to." She pulled her timestone and blasted me.

Back and back to those early days before men had writing, barely had tools and language. She was right about the long road. But at least I got my latte, terrible as it was. The pies were good, though. Not great, certainly not the best, but good.

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Eh, it's google translate. Didn't have high expectations.

I messed up my translation. Meant to say Their, not them

ELeVezone WaiycArd DiEary of Pa1N

The old woman began to shake, her eyes dark and empty, like an abyss. Her almost bald head could have no skin and would be the same, her few remaining teeth reaping through her flesh. life itself abandoned her before the arrival of death.

Surrended by her family. They were mourning in silence. It was an early funeral, burial of hopes.

In a dark corner there was a boy weeping. She was his grandma. Well loved by those around her. She was okay just a few years before. But suddenly things changed dramatically. Insanity , dementia and delirium struck her brutally. She lost the ability to walk in 6 months and to talk in a year.

The little boy was crying, granny loved him and he loved her too. But deep in his eyes there was something else, something his mom and dad could not see. Horror, terror, he was seeing something others could not. Something impossible to explain. A black mass, blurry like fog and distinct like a rain cloud, was around his grandma. It was sucking a thing out of the old woman. Stream of a colorless glowing substance. He couldn't figure what it was. But he knew it was sinister.

Then from inside that foggy being two fiery eyes appeared. Two small red dots, staring into his very being.

-So you can see me little one. Huh! Pity, you are a beautiful child, and now I must haunt you for the rest of your life.

No other soul in the room was hearing a thing. Little buy watched in horror as room around him became blighted with darkness. He was all alone, with that thing. An unbearable rush of melancholy and helplessness was taking over his mind. He tried to scream but nothing came out.

-You know, she could see me too. And I would say it didn't end very well. They thought she was crazy, but she was fighting a war she could not win. And soon you will join her.

His voice began to rise in the boy's head:

And soon you will feel them all young one. Mania, schizophrenia, paranoia, unimaginable suffering for daring to break the order. All of you bunch will end up in asylum. And I will feast. You shall see me again. And you shall know my name, and you shall never speak it, or else you inflict me upon those who hear my name, is ELeVezone.

Old woman's family were crying around her bed. Her chest was not moving anymore. Voice of cries were rising. They were so busy with the dead, they didn't notice the boy peeing himself in the corner of the room. Nor the thing in his eyes. The terror. And a face he would never unseen.

End of intro

So far this has been the best writing in this thread. I love it ( As someone who works in a manufacturing Fab. )

>Hac morte fruere et meminere, nam signat istos.

GOOGLE TRANSLATE TO THE RESCUE!!!

>Enjoy and remember this death, for it marks them.

I will bring peace to my new republic!

I think legal is his last worry nowadays.

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Just another day in this awful reality. Supers fighting each other for shits and giggles, without caring about how the normal people are affected.

A huge fight is going on in the city centre between the forces of "good" and evil. Many "heroes" and villains have gathered for a big fight to see who will take control. Buildings are being brought down, people are getting crushed, dismembered and massacred by the hundreds, the rest are running for their lives.

Amidst the chaos, a dude walks up to a "wounded hero," offering his hand to pick him up from the crater that was created from the impact of the "hero" falling. We all were ready for the classic trope of a retired "hero" coming for help, and so did the "hero", but what happened next was... unnatural.

The guy looked a little off, his whole body, except his head, was covered by a makeshift armour, his arms and legs were full of metal spikes. As the "hero" put his hand out for help, the other guys face turned from a look of calm to a look of rage and hatred and then he started going to work, he put all his strength into every blow and meaning to hurt with every strike that landed.

By the time the guy was done, the "hero" was... not in the best shape, his eyes had popped out of their sockets, his jaw was unhinged, his ribbs were protruding out of his body, his arms and legs twisted and contorted. We were all ready for the earthquake that came after every time that a super kills another by accident, but it never came.

All the supers stopped fighting, a look of true pain took over their faces, and they trembled as if something was seriously hurting them from the inside. Another super filled with anger flew down from the skies and grabbed the guy by the neck and lifted him from the ground. We all stood in shock, not knowing what was happening until a gunshot echoed through the now silent city. The super that grabbed the armoured guy stood their, unflinching, and that was because his brains were now the new paintjob of the wall next to him, but again, no earthquake.

Quickly we realised what had transpired, normal people can kill supers and the supers were outnumber. A riot started hundreds of thousands of people going after supers, people were getting cut in half, some supers had so many bullet holes that they resembled swiss cheese more than anything, people were getting crushed by cars and buildings, supers were getting stabbed to death and violence was everywhere.

At one point the army came and we were ready to face the wrath of our government because it had some supers on payroll so they didn't hurt any normal people. But instead of them attacking us, they helped they started bringing one super down after the other, until they realised it was a losing battle for the supes. Some flew away, some teleported, others dug holes and others started running.

After the fighting was over, we started counting bodies and celebrating our freedom from the false "gods" that were torturing us. But we never found the first guy, nor dead nor alive. We all knew his face. We all knew his legacy, but he was nowhere to be found. We didn't know if he was an angel sent by God or just man fed up with our tormentors, but we all know he was a hero.

The prompt itself is reminiscent of the storyline of the incredibles, so kinda the direction I went but a little “darker”. Incredibles x The Boys? Lol

Update :

Thank you all for the support and suggestions. I have decided to go with heavy duty magnets and a homemade electrified mud fields . It took me an entire week to build it but it worked .

Turns out , the robots that were sent out to kill me were designed to be spammed . Meaning they’re durable but not unbreakable . So when the first wave went through the muddy fields to get to my house , they were really vulnerable . Did you know that mud conducts electricity really well. Especially if you salt the earth with iron shavings beforehand .

The first wave went down almost immediately. When the second wave coming in a day later I was pleasantly surprised the electric current was still good despite the bodies of fifty robots covering the ground. Who ever designed these things must not have insulated them. The second wave dropped just as fast as the first.

As for the magnets , I never actually had to use them. I’ve been using the magnets and a log winches to move the robot bodies into a perimeter. So far nothings made it through. I think the third wave will be coming tomorrow . Although from what I read , the villain who sent them , Techiton, usually uses nanites to repurpose the corpses of its robot army. I doubt he has much more material for robots .

If I manage to beat him , that leaves me with only three more members of the phantom order left to come after me.

For those who don’t know the phantom order. Consists of :

Techiton : digital consciousness of a scum bag millionaire with an army

The red nurse : nurse with the ability to manipulate blood.

Horror : rumored to be an unfathomable eldritch beast from beyond . Usually just a petty theif

Replica : able to clone herself and others via materials near by . Clones only follow rudimentary orders ( deceased , I think she died when I set my farm field ablaze )

Sin: fake priest with the ability to amplify one of the seven cardinal sins in a person.

Destructor : functionally immortal battle addicted warrior with invulnerable armor , and the cursed spear drains the lifespan of its wielder to increase its strength ( deceased , read first post )

If Techiton and replica are defeated , the phantom order would have no army. So the dark trinity would have to kill me themselves . Plus it would mean I’ve killed three of the six members .

Wish me luck

It's from the Adult Swim TV show The Venture Brothers. The Guild of Calamitous Intent is like a union of "bad guys" or "supervillains" that set standards for those types on how they can "menace" "superheroes" or other "protagonist" types with an eye towards continuing the whole "cops and robbers" style conflicts between them and can respond harshly if someone breaks their codes.

The thing about immortality is that it works differently for everyone. Some reincarnate again and again over the ages, remembering only shadows of who they used to be. Thinking and feeling things that make no sense to them, acting on the impulses of whatever poor dead sap they used to be. I don't feel too sorry for them. I've got it worse. After all, it's no fun being fifteen for thousands of years.

I shake my head and push the cafe door open. A bell tinkles in welcome. I've spent too long moping and angsting as it is. Screw you, teen hormones. You shan't win this time.

Besides, there's no use dwelling on it. It's not like I could end it all even if I wanted to. And there's plenty of good things about living forever. Things like sitting in a cozy cafe on a cold January morning. Sipping a perfect chai latte, equal parts sweet and spicy. The Yelp tells me this place makes the best, and it has never yet given me reason to doubt its counsel.

"One chai latte, please."

The owner looks at me the way most people look at slugs. His hands clench by his sides, so tight his fists shake and his knuckles turn a strange yellow-white.

I raise an eyebrow.

"One chai latte," he echoes. His lips contort into a bloodless smile. "Coming right up."

I shrug and set my bags down. Well, the Yelp never did say anything about customer service.

The owner came back with gritted teeth. He marched up to me, chai latte held in front of him like a sword. His eyes bulged madly out of his face. Without another word, he threw the hot chai latte in my face.

"Sorry, miss," he hissed. "I don't know what came over me."

I did. I climbed to my feet and trudged out of the cafe, back into the blistering winds of January. When you've lived long enough, every damn fool you run into is the reincarnation of an enemy.

I don’t know how long it had been since I arrived in this strange place, but I’m glad I did. There wasn’t much left in my own world anyway. I was a child when I first arrived, after panicking while was translated as a lot of crying for my poor parents, I finally calmed down and realised I had the chance of a lifetime, or second lifetime if we are being specific.

My father was excited to train me, back in my own world I used to do martial arts but back there magic didn’t exist. Here you could use magic to make your attacks more powerful. I easily progressed,much faster than the other kids my age and joined the military, rising through the ranks.

So when a couple of us where tasked with raising a monster dungeon I saw no trouble with it. A typical dungeon usually had some surprises, couple of secret rooms, a lot of monsters and even more loot. So that’s when we get to the interesting part of the story.

We had just slain some strange creature, I didn’t remember exactly what it was called but a couple of our party were seriously wounded and being treated by our healer. I went to investigate the treasure and in the centre a single sword lay on a cushion. I checked for traps but didn’t see anything, so I picked it up.

Most enchanted swords have this rush of energy you feel when you hold them but this one had nothing. I examined it, the metal looked cheap and flimsy - was it even metal? The grip was smooth though didn’t have any fabric. The whole sword was way to light as well. And then I saw those words.

“Made in China”

It took me a second to realise the meaning of that phrase, the realise the sword in my hands must have been made from some thermosetting polymer - plastic, that this most definitely did not come from this world.

Things just got a whole lot more interesting.

I like this a lot, thank you for writing