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CK1ing t1_je0d9zk wrote

Reply to comment by augustusalpha in [WP] Metametaverse (MMV) is a simulation system which enables users to simulate metaverses, which in turn are recursive. Players in MMV often acquire new skills and beliefs that cannot be acquired in real life, because most people in real life are brainwashed to believe they are not brainwashed LOL! by augustusalpha

After reading your post history, yeah you're not a human being. At least not one that actually speaks english at all. But my guess is skinwalker using Reddit to learn how to speak

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SleepyCorgiPuppy t1_je0c0uv wrote

Reply to comment by knnn in [WP] You, a supervillain, are very confused as to why your superhero-nemesis is rampaging through your lair screaming something about you kidnapping their girlfriend. Meanwhile your daughter, who has come to visit you, seems very nervous and is anxious to leave your lair. by Kitty_Fuchs

Omg when is the next book coming out…

Edit: his website says he just started the next book, Mirror Mirror. Book 18 and he has 19 planned as well. At least they are coming!

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PracticingPrompts t1_je0a54l wrote

Reply to [WP] The church says that all people are born with 'Original Sin'. What they don't know is that this sin was actually something you did 10,000 years ago to become immortal. by jpb103

The smoke cleared as Father Jacob took to his podium, clearing his throat to make his first words of the morning. He spoke to a full audience, it was a Sunday like any other, with some families and others filing in still, whispering "Excuse me's" and tiny hellos to neighbors peppered throughout the hall.

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"Today, we are here to talk about what brings us all here. What makes us all equal in the eyes of our Lord. Not that we are here to praise him, to speak to him, to love him, to gain his sacred word. Those are all given endlessly, wherever we may seek His guidance. We are equal in the ways we are not Him, that we are all needed to be cleansed in his eyes before we are able to stand before him. If we are unable to be free of sin, how would we be able to withstand his judgement? How could we ever possibly bare to see his eyes squint in ire as he casts us aside?" Father Jacob began his sermon. The audience listened intently, locked into their chairs with his words.

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"Original Sin, we call it. The flaming sword that kept us from Eden, its metal now melted down to forge the gates that keep us from the glorious heavens. Why are we still kept out, some of us may ask, when our Lord sacrificed his life between sinners?" Jacob continued, walking from end to end on his stage, his robes flowing as he pointed to the three crosses behind him.

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"We have many verses to explain why we are born with this. I was told when I was younger, that it's like a baking pan with a dent, every batch comes with that same mark, that same proclivity that leads us to err, that makes us always need His word."

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"Personally, I wouldn't mind a muffin from that batch, dent or not," He joked. His audience chuckled.

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"But I don't necessarily think it's like that. We want to think it was the biting of the apple, but I think it's simpler."

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"Much, much simpler." Jacob finished. The priest looked at his audience, his family. The confessional was beside him, but he decided it was about time to have one out in the public. A confessional for himself.

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"Adam and Eve made their own choices, but He knew that we were marked for wrongdoing further than that. The apple wasn't the provider of knowledge of Good and Evil. It was a test to see if this batch was still tainted. They still were."

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Jacob remembered it all like yesterday. In his age, it was. Candles beside him flickered, casting shadows of himself on the wall. He put his hand up to see its shadow, remembering his first mark in that cave thousands of years ago. He snapped his fingers, killing the lights and the shadows with them. Smoke circled him, the double doors locking.

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"Adam and Eve made their own choices, but the moments God showed us his wrath were not for them. The plagues Moses had cast. Not for them. The evils that he allowed throughout the years. Not for them. The horrid acts that only leave us saying the simple sentence of 'Maybe it was God's plan,' as our only comfort. Not for them. He allowed all of this because our Original Sin is still yet to be cleansed."

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Jacob remembered his first night in that cave, his shrine set up deep within. His eyes, bloodshot like split wires, staring at a lone child that began to stray from his herd. Away from the clay huts that were his only protection in this dark night.

"He knew the moment I made my own choice, that humanity wasn't meant to Be. We couldn't be left to our own devices."

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The child only saw his eyes before he clubbed him unconscious, dragging the boy back to the cave.

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"He did so much to reverse what I did to get where I'm at, today."

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Jacob buried the kid in five holes.

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"He flooded us once, but he couldn't drown me."

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Jacob ate the rest.

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"He riddled me with locusts, but they didn't like what they ate."

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Jacob looked at his audience.

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"He killed his own son as a compromise. To reverse someone so hateful with someone who could die for anyone."

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Jacob smiled. He never hungered like that ever again since, holding it back so He couldn't find him easily again. So he could gather a crowd one day. So he could smile to his audience...

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And enjoy his Last Supper.

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Awesomesauce210 t1_je099v3 wrote

Reply to comment by AutoModerator in [WP] The SCP Foundation discover that, if we in this reality delete SCP-682 from the wiki, it will cease to exist, have never existed in the first place, and will not be able to counter or adapt to this. They attempt to contact us and tell us this information. by Bloodgulch-Idiot

How would they know it wouldn't cause a catastrophe like SCP-6820, only worse? ...Hmm, now that I think about it...

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Bell_of_ass t1_je08xzn wrote

Reply to [WP] You open your door to find some religious looking people standing there. "Have you found our lord and savior, Jesus Christ?" You glance behind your door, where Jesus is shushing you. by Affectionate_Bit_722

I roll my eyes as my gaze returns to the man at the door. "No sir," I say in an irritated tone, "now if you would be so kind as to leave me in peace, I would be oh so grateful" as the door was just about to close, the man pushes it back in. I staggered backwards catching a glimpse of Jesus curse under his breath.

A cold gust of wind brought me back to my senses as I kicked the man in his crotch. Glaring down at the ghostly, pale man, who is doubled over, in front of me. "This is your last warning sir," I growled, "get the hell off my property." and with that the man cursed and crawled to his feet scurrying away.

"Hey thanks, I really owe you one." Jesus said. This was not my first time ever seeing the man, but his features were surely something to admire. His hair was long and lush. A beautiful, rich, dark brown, mane with a beard that matched. His skin a tawny brown. "No problem," I sighed as I finally closed my door,"now time for a well earned nap." Jesus just rolled his eyes as he took my remote and watched tv. I on the other hand went straight to my room and passed out.

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Stalked_Like_Corn t1_je07dyt wrote

Reply to [WP] You open your door to find some religious looking people standing there. "Have you found our lord and savior, Jesus Christ?" You glance behind your door, where Jesus is shushing you. by Affectionate_Bit_722

I stutter a reply back "Um, I , uh, never heard of him". They are shocked by this and ask if they can come in. I look back behind the door and Jesus is still shaking his head. "Now isn't a good time" I reply, "maybe later". They are persistent and hand me pamphlets which I take simply to move this along to the point they leave; but they won't leave. The one on the right starts quoting scripture at me like I'm back in Vacation Bible School and I'm 11 years old and caught stealing communion wine and this is my penance. 1 Timothy 6.8-9. Proverbs 11.28. Luke 12.15.

Fucking hell, were these people antiwork subreddit mods or something? I keep nodding and say thanks but that I need to go. I start to close the door when the one on the left puts out his hand and grabs the door. "Sir, I don't think you understand. We need know if you have found our lord and savior, Jesus Christ". I stare back "I heard you the first time. I heard his bible verses. I can't help you. I'm not that religious. Take care". However, the one on the left doesn't remove his hand "That's not what I asked you". I push the door harder and he removes his hand and the door slams shut.

I shoot Jesus a look of "What the fuck was that about?" and he just stands there. The two guys at the door turn around and look at each other. They nod at each other when the one that was on the left grabs something out of his jacket and with a flick, produces a telescopic baton. "He's here" he says in a low voice. "Let them know".

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printedNightmares t1_je06jse wrote

Reply to [WP] you are a simple farmer, tending to your crops. One day an orc knocks on your door demanding food. Instead you teach them how to cultivate crops. Next spring, you hear a knock on your door by Cerparis

I open the door to find the sherrif from the nearest village and some guards outside.

"Good sir we are here to take you to the Lords castle. You will have a trial where it will be determined if your crime deserves death"

"Uhh I'm sorry, what crime did I commit?" I stutter. I look back into my house, my pregnant wife still sleeping in bed with our firstborn daughter.

"It appears that you are the root of our current lack in taxes" he handed me a letter. "Here is a letter informing your family of your situation and whereabouts. Now If you would please come with us without resisting"

Confused I take the letter and step back into the main room. "One moment please". I walk over to my wife and stroke her hair while I press a kiss on her forehead. "Darling i have to go somewhere, but don't worry about me. I'll leave this letter explaining everything hopefully."

I grab my coat and put on my shoes before I exit my house. The guards move out of my way as I step towards the carriage. The sherrif one step behind me grabs my wrist and pushes me toward it.

"Careful!" I exclaim while I stumbled forward. "Would you please explain what I did to the taxes? Im just really confused. I have always paid my due on time. And while I couldn't really sell any of my crops yet I have not slacked off!"

"Oh you know what you did, alright" the sherrif hissed, "You tought these wretched monsters how to be civilised. And now they are giving away food and cloths to our village, for free! Can you imagine that! Noone is paying any taxes. Everyone eats like kings!"

"Oh wow that... truly sounds... horrible, trechearous even" I can't help but smile. My hopes are only for my unusual friend to take car eof my family for me.

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