Subversion: the poison only affects whales.

They make the dead clone from scratch. Beyond that she just uses a cloak to disguise as someone else. She designs disguise herself, basically like a clothes designer. At the end, she's making more to choose from simply as a fashion choice for the next time someone wants her dead for some reason.

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Woah woah woah... caffeinated cigs?

I'm gonna start smoking. That sounds awesome.

Good thing too that the one land animal mad enough to think they're tasty is also mad enough to domesticate them and plant them everywhere, so it's a win for the peppers anyway.

One cool concept I liked in the new avatar movie was the idea of essentially a set of wearable gills that made a held breath last far longer rather than fully replacing breathing.

Also introducing what were essentially hyper-intelligent bulletproof whales.

"This poison is enough to kill four horses!"

"Good thing I'm not a horse, let alone four"

I shouldn’t be laughing.. but I am 🥸

“Well, it’s slow-acting. You’ve got another hour. I go grab the antidote.”

what did the wife do to have backups for backups...

Also, birds do not masticate and so will not damage the seeds whenever they eat them, whereas those land animals will oftentimes grind the seeds down with their molars destroying the seeds ability to reproduce.

I love this on soo many levels my god I'm so glad I came to this sub thank you kind sir

HAPPY CAKEDAY CONNOISSEUR!! :3

What can I say, I had the munchies that can only be sated by whale-killing poison.

Treantapede

This is selected for.

The peppers want to avoid being eaten by land animals, who would shit their seeds out nearby. But they DO want to be eaten by birds, who will shit their seeds out far away, thus spreading the species.

So....make a defense mechanism that is super effective against land animals, but has no effect on birds.

TOMACCO

I'm glad i could make you a little happy :) I'd love to read some more stuff from you, so keep at it, especially if you like it!

I'm flattered to hear that you enjoyed it so much. I'm new to writing in general, and this is only the second prompt I've attempted in this subreddit, so hearing your praise is a huge confidence boost to my capabilities in regards to the pursuit of my new budding hobby ^~^

"Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four."

The blacksmith finished counting the last spoon in the set, then reverently closed the mahogany wood lid on the new silverware service, dusting the top as he did so.

He sighed heavily, saying to himself, " I should have been a carpenter, easier on the body and more rewarding for the soul. Furniture lasts and is treasured for generations while I watch all my craftsmanship end up dented, rusted, abused and thrown out within a decade. Maybe these beauties will fare better. Or not, the spoon will be pitched out the window by a vengeful baby, the fork will be used to open jars, and the steak knife will end up in evidence for a murder."

He laughed mildly at himself, feeling slightly foolish for speculating on the futures of silverware.

Turning around, he started dousing all the lights in the shop, preparing to close up for the night.

A slight rattle, and then, "Well that sounds like quite the adventure."

The blacksmith pivoted back to the front of the store, certain he had heard no on enter the shop.

"Hello, is someone there? Can I help you?", he called to the dark.

All silence except for the rattle of the cow's bell outside.

"Ah, I must be tired, talking to myself and hearing things." He shook his head at himself.

Then suddenly, a gigantic wrenching noise and the blacksmith looked on in horror as the lid of the silverware box flew off, tearing it in two.

"My Box!" He screeched in despair and pulled at his graying hair, "No! I spent two months carving it!"

On the edge of the catastrophe sat the Steak Knife, swinging its handle back and forth.

"Hello there! How'd I do? It's not a jar, but I think I should get extra points for the box, It was made real strong and I bet old fork couldn't do that. Right fork?" They peered back into the velvet abyss from which it came.

The blacksmith lunged across the room towards the Steak Knife, intent on preventing any more damage from the possessed piece.

The Steak Knife nimbly jumped out of his grasp and onto a high shelf with a shill laugh,"Oh no you don't, the fun's just begun. And I still have to jump out a window and stab something." They laughed again like an out-of-tune bell, making the blacksmith ears start ringing.

The blacksmith put his hands on his hips, quickly deciding to treat Steak Knife like a misbehaving child and give them a beneficial piece of his mind.

"Now listen here young knife, that was very wrong of you to do. If you wanted to get out, you could have called and I'd have opened the lid, but now you've ruined it. That box was meant to last forever and be loved and cherished. And I worked very hard on it." The blacksmith felt he should have left the end off as it didn't sound fearsome enough.

The Steak Knife was silent for a minute then said, " I'm sorry ... I was just so thrilled to be alive and you can't blame me entirely, it was your idea. I'm brand new and impressionable. So can I go jump out the window and stab something now?"

The blacksmith put a hand on the table to steady himself, "No, you can't just run around scaring people like that. How are they supposed to know you won't stab them?"

" I can't? " The Steak Knife managed to give the impression of widened, quizzical eyes despite not having any. Then quickly amended at the blacksmith's flabbergasted face, " I mean of course I can't, I mean I would never scare people like that."

The blacksmith took a deep breath for the shouldering of a realized responsibility, "Look, I made you, so I feel I have to teach you how to live in this world. How about I take you on as an apprentice in my new woodworking shop? You're a sharp Knife and I think you would do great carving all kinds of beautiful things for people to enjoy."

The Knife seemed to consider for a moment, turning from the window to the blacksmith, "Ok," They stuck out their blade for a handshake, " It's a deal."

This is amazing, i loved it, especially when i realized halfway through that it was the actual essay, not an introduction to the dystopic situation. It even made me tear up a little at the end, and although it's just something written in response to a prompt, i really do agree with what the character (or you, i mean) says. I've often wondered why humans still have hope, even if things are terrible. On the contrary, i couldn't imagine losing hope, or the will to live. Anyway, i just wanted to praise you because i liked the story, but it turned out deeper than intended xd

I love it!

I was confused for a bit because I missed the subject change between the poison and the nano, but then I re-read. Maybe add something to indicate who is asking Carl about his project? Maybe no one else got confused and it’s fine the way it is.

Yo I would love a second part to this it's awesome, great work👍

“What the f*ck is going on!” Loraine screamed and Duke Anges who knows as hyperventilating under the table. A concerning action since neither of them needed to breath.

The day had started pretty normally with Countess Penelope inviting them and some other local vampire aristocrats to a soirée at her new mansion. They ate, drank, and danced until the sun began to rise at which point they decided to sleep in and return home at dusk.

But then one of Penelope’s thralls revealed that a thief had broken into the mansion. Lord Dimitri proposed they play one final game where whoever caught the thief could choose what to do with him, drink his blood, turn him into a thrall, keep him as a pet, etc. The game was going pretty well until we suddenly heard Penelope’s screams. Following them we arrived in the hall where her torn body was laying on the ground under a behemoth with obsidian skin and golden eyes.

“Vampire” it growled as it pounced on Lord Dimitri who had also arrived. Scared for our lives we fled as the beast tore fed on his living body. After a while we entered the dining room and hid under the table which is were we are now.

“Again, what the f*ck was that?” I scream at Duke Anges.

“A Huntire.” He whispered back.

“A what?”

“About a decade ago, the magic tower, alchemist guild, church of light, and some human nobles worked on a project to rid the world of creatures of the night. One of those creatures was the Huntire. It’s normally no different from the average human but when it gets dark blood in it’s mouth it turns into a bloodthirsty monster who hungers only for creatures of the night.”

“What? Why didn’t we know about this?”

“It was all theoretical. The project was shut down in a year and our reports said no monsters were made.”

“We’ll your reports were wrong.”

“This must be a test subject that escaped.”

“Good to know. Now how do we kill it?”

“We can’t. At least not in that form and with the blood of two vampires it won’t change back for at least a week. Our best option is to escape the mansion.”

“Hello, it’s daytime. We’ll burn to ash the second we step outside.”

“Then we’ll have to wait until night. We should split up and leave so it’s harder to track us. And tell everyone you run into the game’s changed. Forget stealing his life cause it’s now will you survive.”

Was expecting this one to kill him off forever

Yeah the writing style is very good