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Reply to [WP] In String Theory, it's predicted that the universe exists in 11 dimensions, most of which are so curled up that they no longer interact in the world. During an experiment, scientists manage to unfurl one of these dimensions... the dimension of magic. by Lord_Atheist

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Topkekx13 t1_je4ix6q wrote

Reply to comment by StetsonSBostic in [WP] In hell, people can choose what happens to them. They can choose literally ANYTHING. Naturally, many people try to exploit this by going for luxuries and pampering, but the devil ALWAYS has ways to torture those fools... by Crystal1501

Fuck me, having to eternally work for your place in the afterlife? Just burn me eternally so at least I know I wont have aurprises the following day

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Korra_Sato t1_je4hscf wrote

Reply to [OT] Fun Trope Friday, Writing with Tropes: Reluctant Hero & Fantasy by katpoker666

Mercenary

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Zeny was an unfortunate young lady. Not only had she been named after the local currency, but her parents had sold her off to a band of travelling mercenaries when she was sixteen. That had been five years ago and, in that time, she had seen just about every corner of Azterra. It hadn’t been a bad ten years, but it certainly hadn’t been easy.

Her hands had been stained by so much blood from fighting. None of it had been wanted of course, but the Thorn Rose band had been her home for far too long to not fight to keep them alive. Zeny busied herself in their latest camp as she sharpened her sword.

“Oi, Zeny. Get your hide over here.”

“Go boil your head Morn. You want something you can shift your lazy ass over here and tell me.”

Morn sighed heavily. The highlander made Zeny look tiny in comparison with his gigantic frame. “I knew letting you hang out with Olivia.”

“Hey, I resent that remark, Morn. You corrupted the kid just as much as the rest of us.” Olivia’s elvish tinged voice echoed through the camp from the nearby tree she was scouting from.

“Gods above you two.” The last member of the group, an orc named Urgoth, grunted as they came into the camp. “I swear all I hear is you all whinging about this or that. Isn’t it bad enough we got the kid in exchange for killing that monster?”

“That ‘monster’ was my uncle.” Zeny spoke quietly. “You guys just showed up, killed him, got me in the bargain and we’ve been murdering and stealing since.”

The camp went silent save for the crackle of the fire. It had been an unspoken thing between everyone who had died the day they had gotten Zeny in the bargain. The man had been evil and morally corrupt. Stealing not only money, but also young women from the region. Zeny had been his next target and her father decided to cut the knot instead.

Olivia spoke softly, “It is not your fault Auria. It has been a hard life, but…”

“But what Olivia? You going to tell me how we’re ‘saving the world’ by murdering some black hearted souls? Because if you are, I’ll tell you right now you’re full of harpy dung.”

“Peace Auria. I meant no disrespect.” Olivia said, trying to placate the young woman.

“Hmph. Whatever. And why do you call me that? Five years of it and no explanation.” Zeny said as she stared at the campfire, her zeal subdued.

Olivia chuckled. “It means gold. Like the coin you are named after, Zeny. All you had to do was ask.”

“Oh. Uhm…thanks.” Zeny tried to hide the blush that coloured her cheeks as she changed the topic. “So. What are we going to do next?”

Morn chuckled and with a smile said, “We’ve got orders from the Queen herself. Seems a member of the royal family pissed off the wrong person and got kidnapped. We’re going to get them back.”

“Why in the name of all that is holy in Azterra would we do that?” Urgoth grunted the words at Morn.

“Because you meathead, we get to be the heroes for once.” Morn snapped back.

Zeny sighed loudly as she walked over to Olivia and sat down on her lap to watch the two other start wrestling.

“I so did not sign up for this.”

Olivia chuckled warmly. “No, you didn’t. But there are worse things in the world to be than a mercenary hero.”

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Reply to [WP] The eldritch god stood before the girl, in almost human form. "Your parents sold you to be my bride. I accepted, knowing that if I didn’t, they will just try another deity, but I will not force this on you. Have this credit card and live as you wish. If you want something else instead, just ask by Rattrap2474

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howtobeagoodwriter t1_je4h6dp wrote

Reply to [WP] In hell, people can choose what happens to them. They can choose literally ANYTHING. Naturally, many people try to exploit this by going for luxuries and pampering, but the devil ALWAYS has ways to torture those fools... by Crystal1501

“Welcome to Hell, what punishment would you like?” The devil asked him behind the counter.

Harry stared at the obnoxiously red skin in a tuxedo. His hair was neatly sleeked back showing his two jutting horns proudly. Apparently Hell took place at a hotel concierge where the devil takes your reservations.

“I get to choose what punishment I get?” Harry asked confused.

“In hell, we believe in freedom of choice,” The devil replied in the same customer service tone back on Earth. It was unnerving and somewhat annoying, though Harry thought he probably shouldn’t feel this way about a devil and swallowed it down.

“Okay then… what am I getting punished for?” Harry asked. Something felt fishy so he needed to know the terms and conditions.

The devil in front of him leaned in closely and whispered, “What do you believe you should be punished for?”

Chills ran down his neck. This is definitely a trap, I’ve just walked myself into a trap, he spiraled.

Harry knew immediately what this was. It was a test — one of the highest conduct. If he tried to exploit them for luxuries then they would immediately know he was a shady character thus deserving of a punishment. If he gave too big of a harsh punishment than it would look he was trying too hard to appear good and thus revealing him to be shady.

It’s a catch 22 — very fitting of Hell.

Alright, I just need to come up with a Goldilocks type punishment that’s not too harsh and not too light but will show his humility and good character, he mused. The devil was oddly patient and Harry thought deep into the dilemma before finally demanding his price.

“To atone for my sins, I will get caned ten times a day.”

It wasn’t a light sentence but it was durable and definitely showed that he had an appropriate weight of punishment and definitely was not trying to cheat the system. Furthermore he deliberately took his time to show that he was reflective of his actions on Earth.

“Ah caning, old but effective. We have a room just for that,” The devil replied excitedly, leading him to the elevator. “We have a room just for that.”

The elevator ride was silent and it made Harry break into cold sweat. Any minute now. They’re going to reward me for my test of character. It’s all a sham, he told himself over and over again until he himself believed it.

As they reached the fifth floor, the devil lead him to the four room on the right.

“There you go, Room 504: The Canning Room,” the devil said nonchalantly again as he held the door for him.

Harry walked in and the door closed in on him. The room was empty and he was all alone. Harry laughed. He knew it. This was a test and he just beat the devil at his own game.

Suddenly, he felt a slashing pain on his back that made him inversely arch forward. He turned around to see a cane appear and disappear in thin air. The pain on his back stung red hot and was not subsiding - that hurt much worse than he thought.

Ah, I get it now, there testing if I’m actually meant what I said. I need to act and look like I’m remorseful!

So Harry sat down in a position that he thought looked reflective. He didn’t complain about the caning even though it hurt like a bitch. He just sat and waited for his next cane. He wasn't sure if he was delusional or if he's back just wasn't ready yet but each caning hit harder than the last. It sent him reeling but he gritted his teeth and accepted it , I know they’re watching. I’ll show them I'm not bad.

One Year Later….

The devil joined by his colleague both identical in neat tuxedos, sleek back hair and jutting horns watched Harry through a digital screen at the concierge.

Harry was sitting cross-legged in a meditative pose as he braced for the coming canings.

“Do you think he’ll ever get it?” devil one said.

Devil two only laughed as he upped the pain level of the canings.

“What was he in for anyways?” devil one asked.

“Fraud and embezzlement — apparently he’s not very good at it.”

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Crystal1501 OP t1_je4d879 wrote

Reply to comment by Spiritual_Lie2563 in [WP] In hell, people can choose what happens to them. They can choose literally ANYTHING. Naturally, many people try to exploit this by going for luxuries and pampering, but the devil ALWAYS has ways to torture those fools... by Crystal1501

So the afterlife is just another place, and people searching for peace just keep finding their own hell... and Satan isn't even really evil... pretty interesting.

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Socratov t1_je4capi 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

Well, it's the most concise way of conveying what a parent should do for their children. So I absolutely had to fit that in there.

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