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RivCA t1_jdkamm2 wrote

Reply to [WP] Just two people sitting on a park bench. No gods or monsters or spies or supernatural elements -- just two people sitting. by IAmTotallyNotSatan

On mobile, so sorry for the errors.

Edward and Mitchell were sitting on a park bench. They were watching the sun begin to drop below the treeline enjoying the breeze.

"Hey, guys, sorry I took so long." William walked up with his dog on the leash. "The line at the can was real, this time." Arno was sniffing away looking for her place to sit. She laid down after William squeezed into his customary spot on the bench.

After a few minutes of the quiet, William muttered, "It's windy.."

Thanks to the wind, Edward didn't quite hear him. "No, it's Thursdee."

Mitchell said a little too loudly, "Me too, let's go get some beers!"

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Smol_succulent t1_jdka5dx wrote

Reply to comment by No-Trick2389 in [WP] the cultist gave up their sacrifices to the monster god only for one to come back with a thing called “energy drinks”. Turns out there’s two different monster gods. by No-Trick2389

They all will...

I really hope you enjoyed it, it was the first time I ever engaged in this subreddit and I generally enjoy the dark and hidden themes since I am a huge Stephen King fan :D

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NirriC t1_jdk9ori wrote

Reply to comment by SomeWeirdoOnTheNet in [WP] Gandalf and Dumbledore switch places. Gandalf is now running Hogwarts, while Dumbledore is leading The Fellowship. by yax51

This. This is the perfect one. Everyone (including me from before) thinks Dumbledore is a saint. I hold that he is an even worse monster than Voldie. That's why Voldie fears him. He's just too bored to do anything noticeable. But he has the mind and power to do horrific things.

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Smol_succulent t1_jdk5lwd wrote

Reply to [WP] the cultist gave up their sacrifices to the monster god only for one to come back with a thing called “energy drinks”. Turns out there’s two different monster gods. by No-Trick2389

I looked at the can I was holding in my hand. It was cool to the touch, just as a canned beverage should be. It looked so... ordinary.

I still remember hearing the booming voice from within the shadows. I remember how lost and confused I was. The sound was seeming to come from each direction at once and though it felt like my sanity was being dragged away from me with every syllable, I felt comfortable. Safe. At rest. I had barely any memory on how I have even gotten to this place. I remember being out with a couple of friends, sitting at the bar, having a few drinks and the occasional laugh, and suddenly t h i s v o i c e.

The instructions I got were simple. I can't recall the exact words or if they were even given to me by any means of speech, anyways. But the implications. The promises. I have never felt bliss just like this while listening to what I was chosen to spread to the poor, tired, and overworked people of this earth. I was blessed with a taste of pure extasy while I got told on which carrier to use to spread the joyous message. Of course the masses would not receive the pure version of joy until they found their way to the glorious v o i c e.

And just as quick as those memoried have gotten back into my mind, they were abruptly cut off by a young boy no older than 16 years old who took the can out of my hand. "about time, I was really getting bored of just having Red Bull". And then he walked towards the cash register.

I was overcome with glee, 'my first recrutee!' I mumbled into my own mind, until I noticed my left hand clutching the wrist that was just holding the can, nails trying to dig into to flesh of my wirst.

Silly me. Why would I try to stop this? I don't need to fight anymore. Stocking shelves in a supermarket may not sound glamorous, but all I need to do now is listen.

They

will

all

l i s t en

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Ghostpard t1_jdk4e9s wrote

Reply to comment by Cyno_Mahamatra in [WP] No one courts death like a human. They eat food that evolved to be toxic, ingest known poison for recreation, engage in potentially lethal sport for fun, and have an incredibly high risk tolerance. On the galactic stage they are feared, admired, and generally considered crazy. by SeriousGoofball

That fits... but a guy named Jo takin on his father Jo's legacy... essentially appearing to the aliens like a stand user would appear to a normie.

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MindKeyTwist t1_jdk2gdu wrote

Reply to [WP] You wake up as usual, typical morning, until you see yourself in a mirror. You have strange but neat looking tattoos on you. You are very sure you never visited tattoo shop yet, there they are when you look. by Aftel43

Work in 30 minutes. Slept through the alarm again. Friday. I think. Yeah. Fucking Friday. Praise Buddha. Spring break on the horizon. Maybe the delirium will lift after a few days of rest. The kids are going to be wild today. More hellacious than usual, for sure. Didn't plan a lesson. Fuck it. Wouldn't matter anyways. Rarely does it matter in the jungle. I'll probably quit at the end of this year--what the fuck? 397 Westend Blvd. The flowing block script, so ornate. The lines, perfect. The delicate balance of purple, orange and sky blue--divine--like a cosmic sunset on a distant Goldilocks planet. BUT WHAT THE FUCK! Right across my fucking forehead. A splash of cold water across my face. Wake up you fuck. I've had lucid dreams before. Walking around my apartment--then it becomes a maze with no one to make love to at the end (and there are always pictures of my cats on the walls). I don't keep pictures of cats on my walls. The water trickles down my cheeks. The harsh light of the vanity is brighter now. I'm more awake than I've ever been. This should hurt. This should fucking be throbbing, itching. It's not. It looks...well...defined. Healed, most certainly. A touch to confirm this fuckery. Smooth. Smooth...smooth...fucking smooth. Early spring break.

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Reply to [WP] the cultist gave up their sacrifices to the monster god only for one to come back with a thing called “energy drinks”. Turns out there’s two different monster gods. by No-Trick2389

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Reply to [WP] You wake up as usual, typical morning, until you see yourself in a mirror. You have strange but neat looking tattoos on you. You are very sure you never visited tattoo shop yet, there they are when you look. by Aftel43

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RivCA t1_jdjxqjv wrote

Reply to comment by AutoModerator in [WP] A man struggles to adopt a nocturnal lifestyle for his vampire girlfriend. A woman is heartbroken to lock up her werewolf fiancee every full moon. A child says goodbye to their mermaid friend because the river is too polluted. These are the untold stories of an urban fantasy world. by SomeSortOfUser

It looks like the people with vampiric S.O.'s have the best time adjusting. Night shift can suck, but it can be adjusted to better than the grief of a farewell to the mermaid. Or worse, the bitterness at having to lock away the one you love because they turn into a true, bloodthirsty, murderous menace to society.

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Martinus_XIV t1_jdjswy4 wrote

Reply to [WP] Due to a miskey, HR accidentally hired an orc for their newest IT replacement. However, no one has complained about Goog's work yet. by mattswritingaccount

"Say, Goog..." I approached the new member of our team hesitantly, "I hope I don't come across as rude..."

"No, I don't drink from the skulls of my enemies. They make for impractical cups, what with the eye holes." she said without looking up from her work. I was amazed by how deftly her fingers navigated her comparatively tiny keyboard. Sensing that she hadn't answered my actual question, she stopped and turned to me, her tusked mouth smiling warmly. "I generally don't turn my enemies' body parts into trophies. Looks bad on the resumé. You don't have to walk on eggshells around me."

Those rippling muscles, barely contained by her sharp business-casual attire, told me otherwise. Still, I mustered up the courage to ask: "how did you learn to code so well?"

"How does an orc learn to code so well, you mean." My heart sank as she saw through the question, and I was terribly afriad that I had offended her. To my surprise, however, she continued smiling. "Let me ask you a question in return: when was the last time you vanquished an enemy in single combat?"

"I uh... what?"

"When was the last time you vanquished an enemy in single combat?" she repeated, matter-of-factly, "when was the last time you achieved glorious victory in war? When was the last time you came home from work blood-stained and still riding the high from the thrill of battle?"

"I have never done any of those things..."

"Exactly. Neither have most orcs nowadays. Berserker warriors aren't all that employable in today's society, but orc culture still demands we prove our honour and valor somehow. As children, many of us turn to video games."

I started to see what she was getting at. "And some orcs aren't quite satisfied with human-made video games."

"Exactly!" she laughed. "I'm completely self-taught. I first learned to code by modding Heavenedge. I was actually surprised I got this job without any official credentials. I've heard rumours that it was a clerical error, but I'm not complaining..."

With that, she cracked her knuckles and went back to typing. And just like that, I looked at Goog with different eyes. No longer this otherworldly monster, but a person, a coworker. A coworker that I was hugely impressed by. "You're a big fan of the Ancient Codices-series?" I asked.

"Some parts. Heavenedge is fine, but having gone back and played previous installments, I like The Ancient Codices III: Dawnstorm best."

And she just became the coolest person I knew. "Dawnstorm is my favourite as well! Hey, if you'd like, I would love to swap stories about our games sometime. Are you free on friday?"

"That depends..." she began, before suddenly bellowing "CAN YOU DODGE!?"

I narrowly avoided a ballpoint pen that she flung across our office. It embedded itself point-first an inch deep into a planner on the corkboard on the wall. Exactly on next friday. Goog ignored my hyperventilating and fist pumped. "Bullseye! It's a date!"

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jaorocha t1_jdjrbg6 wrote

Reply to comment by salimeero in [WP] Gandalf and Dumbledore switch places. Gandalf is now running Hogwarts, while Dumbledore is leading The Fellowship. by yax51

The thing is "magic" in The lord of the rings universe is really limited, and finite. Sauron, gandalf and saruman were higher life forms(maiar) and couldnt do things at will.

Saruman was completetely powerless by the end of the return of the king because he spent all his "magic".

As soon as the "new gandalf" have Access tĂ´ unlimited magic you either have sauron and saruman being granted the same prĂ­nciple, or the story becomes completely Dull because there wouldnt be a conflict.

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