“I cast Bullet”.

• iwearmygfspanties: Hey. Fellow laser-builder here. Love your work. Can you share tips on how you got into the industry and how did your relatives react when they found out?
  • PM_ME_BRUSSELS_PICS: Not op, but I also build world ending lasers as a hobby. The 9k refractor is your best entry level for small (asteroid-like) targets. Once you get into the business of destroying larger items, the refractor is not the first issue you have: energy is. Building your own nuclear reactor helps reduce your bills a lot.
• FridayThe30th: What do you make of the guilty verdict your received in the CryptoPancakes trial?
  • OP: Please limit your questions to the world ending laser.
• taxtherich_doitnow: How can you think this is a good idea? With the all the wealth you've got you could greatly improve everyone's life. And instead of doing that, you just destroy everything. Is is a trick to avoid paying taxes?
  • AdjectiveAnimal3611: Why do you want to limit wat other people can do with their money? When you're successful it's becos you worked really hard and deserve it so any choice you make is entirely yours and people complaining are just jealous of your success.
  • ActualKenLivingstone: Not OP, but the 2A guarantees every citizen the right to bear arms. That includes world ending lasers.
    • havingastrokeRNplzsendhelp: TIL the US constitution allows for anyone to destroy the entire world.
  • OP: Because we, at BrighterFuture, believe that the world as it is today makes no sense. Better start from scratch. Anyway, have you reserved your pod at survivethelaser.com? offers start at only 5k / month.
    Edit: why are you all downvoting my answer?
• icomefromthemoonAMA: hey you probably don't remember me but we were in school together and i waited at your table when you were doing a tour for your first laser in Michigan in '12. Anyway I just wanted to say that the whole team really appreciated having you there.
• CoffeeIsAHumanRight: Can you tell us how you plan to refund all the customers who bought digital pancakes and got denied their access to their wallet after your company went bankrupt?
  • OP: Please limit your questions to the world ending laser.
  • areUforReal911: OP is not answering any legit questions. This is soooo going to /r/AMAdisasters
    • DefinitelyNotOPsMom: rather /r/amaBeforeDisasters
• Broken_Disc_99854671345: Why did your bitcoins pancakes business fail? What is your view on the result of your trial?
  • OP: Please limit your questions to the world ending laser.

When your father is a demonologist and a really good lawyer.

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It's a fun series.

Would a bandana work?

It has all been burned. Legends on the battlefield now piles of dust soon to be blown away. Their legacy amounting to nothing but hopes of a single line in a book written on some third-hand account. Anything unfortunate enough to be left whole will rot and decay, be buried without graves. Nature will be sure to feast on the spoils.

And yet somehow amongst this ruin I remain. Amongst the blood that covers the dining hall walls, the flesh that fills the porcelain bowls at the table, in the rot and ruin, I am all that is left.

As I pass through the halls I am reminded of the scenes I have witnessed. Server boys cut down holding silver trays of olives. Father's losing sons, brothers killing brothers in blind anger. And in the end, all of it for a treasure that now only the living could possess. Only I.

The moment King Ledonous fell, the throne planted its hooks in my brain, called out to me from the beyond. Like a gnat in my ear it buzzed Sit, you are deserving. You are King if you just wish.

I looked around the chaos of the battle to see if anyone else had heard, but no faces turned. Only I could hear its want. Maybe it knew, knew I'd be the lone survivor of the bloody battle. Or maybe I had only survived only in pursuit of its power. Either way it called to me, even now.

You are champion! Come, find me and take your seat. Rule. The thrones voice floated through the castle halls like the smells of spring, wafting me ever closer.

Too long without power and the world collapses. It is you, it must be you! It begged.

Upon reaching the Great Hall the throne suddenly hushed into a collage of gossiping whispers in my head; I could hear none of what they said. The Kings headless corpse still remained on the seat, blood pouring down his blue robes and turning them black.

Voices flooded my head all at once, crowding to fit, begging to be heard. Each pushing the other aside to yell to me. I shut my eyes tight.

It could all be mine if I just took a seat I thought. And then the voices agreed, screaming in a castrophony of anguished voices.

You are deserving, no?

It could all be yours if you just took a seat

Take a seat

DO NOT LET THEM DIE FOR NOTHING

Upon opening my eyes I was face to face with the still seated corpse of Ledonous, his whitened hands now gesturing to take his place. From a great glass window above a beam of colored light shone down upon him as his hands bent. Bent in cracks like the twisting of a rabbits neck as he invited me to the throne, then the corpse fell limp from the seat.

Become. King. King Azadeus The throne belted its final plea.

I reached out with an eager hand and a greedy mind, gripping the arms of the throne. But the ecstacy died, replaced by images of the kings before me flooding my mind. One beheaded, another burned, a queen flayed; each flash revealing another stain on the throne in an infinite stack of stains that only piled larger. The throne was suddenly covered in its past.

I reached out beyond the throne and gripped a lantern from the wall behind.

What is this. Take your place foolish man! The throne yelled.

"You are ugly." I replied, slamming the lantern down in a burst of sparks.

And as the fire burned behind me, the castle belted smoke up to the sky, I was glad it was me that the throne had chosen.

The revealI expected was the stock of yogurt and all the seeds in dried fruits to have been turned into stone (since those are 'alive'), maybe the cat.
Killing off the duke's son... that's a harsh lesson on prepping your work area for Bartholomew.

They stood on a cliff, together soon to be one. A car pulled away and drove off with a loud roar.

"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" said the Elder God donned in a human skin that did not fit them.

It pulled out a credit card from what seemed to be thin air.

It would wrinkle and bend in small ways that seemed more akin to how a jacket moves than clothes, flesh turned into a gaudy accessory. A vestigial garb pulled out events such as this one.

The girl saw this and looked up at him with a face that surprised the creature in front of her.

It was one of absolute disgust and hatred, there was no cognitive repulsion at trying to understand such a creature even behind its "mask". No, she saw every fold, every wrinkle formed an irregularity who shoved itself back into the shape of a primate. She could see all that and not spew the contents of her stomach up while not being able to hold her resentment, a virtoil that surpassed one simply betrayed by those who raised her. Yes, this was sheer hatred trapped in what seemed to be a petite young woman's body yet…

It seemed actionable, it was hatred that could only survive by becoming reality.

"You aren't a God." she said as she manifested that hatred as an ephemeral blade, a thing that looked like a blurry polaroid of a sword ripped from its film prison.

"What do you think you'r…what are you? Who are you" the God said.

She ran at it, it cast off the skin it wore becoming a thing with no properly defined dimensions and garbed in a robe that devoured light. There was a mask but it folded into itself, though it could have been described as a folded up protein turned into a mask and such a description would be close.

A better description for it would be simply something wrong.

She swang at the divinity in front of her with almost perfect ineptitude, her form so bad that many wannabe devotees of the Sword would have uproared in jealous frustration.

However, the girl's physiology obeyed what she demanded of it. The creature in front of her now realizes why her parents seemed so terrified and distant.

It dodges her slashes but the girl keeps bending her body to new limits, her spine now undulating and her muscles making a small ceaseless squeal. Her bones cracked into pieces smaller than a nail, fusing into its muscular and nervous neighbors.

The god would dodge her flurry of jabs and slashes by going behind her, readying an attack of its own but she'd 360'd her body. With a force equal to the god's she'd repelled that attack.

"How." stuttered the creature.

"...you're not a real God or Prince of The Dark. I've seen them, the real Gods. They don't need to say it, they aren't kind because they don't understand kindness. What you are is an insult, a person pretending to be something more" she said as she spat a yellowish bile with flakes of red.

The False God paused and looked at her, its form merging with its human one. A monsterous combination of a broken human and a false god being formed. Some composed of an enormous amount of joints, complex forces bound by flesh and a mind beyond all that.

It slobbered as it ran towards the girl, however it did not do so linearly afterall it was the God of The Space Between. So instead it ran towards the girl as she was driven here, to the cliff, as her false parents sweated in terror.

The creature, bigger than a normal human and no bigger than elephant that seemed to be an ever-changing gradient of man to elephant, shocked the hell out of them all aside from the girl.

She jumped out the car and resumed their fight, she kept a more human form this time.

Running and sprinting at the creature with no sign of even needing to use her more "inhuman" aspects.

Though she did slash at the creature with superhuman levels of strength. It seemed as though each attack was building on top of each other, a damage even a "god" couldn't merely ignore.

The vantablack striped creature wearing a giant bone-white ivory mask screamed in agony, it no longer properly could move. It was stuck mostly in this past state of reality, and partially in the state between the future and past. Its ichor leaked into the gaps of the road below it, both real and theoretical.

The girl stabbed and left her sword in the soon-to-be carcass of a false god. She walked back to the car her fake parents resided in and told them to continue driving to the cliff.

Her future self enjoyed the realization that she didn't have to deal with that thing a second time, though what she got out of killing it made this time around a lot easier.

He leaves a nice negative space for us to fill in our own ideas of what the actual world looks like

This was basically part of the plot of Moon Knight on Disney+.

Thank you! I may try my hand at these more often, typos aside it was rather fun! :)

i agree with needing that twist of an ending, thank you! written very well

I guess the warning from SciFi also works in a fantasy world - never upset a redhead.

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Well done.

Bigotry

I would expect something like this in a Terry Pratchett book. It's so good.

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Questline line where he betrays the party for a chance at youth again, at another life…or at least struggles with the decision.;)

Very intense, very rewarding read.
But, honestly - as a cook I have to ask - did you really need to use THAT much onions?

After the echoing sounds of gunshots the room had gone silent. A sprawl of various masked men lay in pain on the ground, most holding their sides or stumbling to find the door. I looked around, feeling pleased with a job well done; Abby, well Abby did not look nearly as much so.

"What did you just do!?" Abby yelled across the room, eyes wide with surprise.

"I shot him! He was coming right at me!" On the ground the man was still writhing in pain, moaning and clutching the space where the bullet had carved a path straight through his abdomen.

"Oops, one moment." I walked up and fired two more rounds into him, silencing him in a splatter of gore. "There, now we did it!"

"Jesus Christ Quinn, we're heroes for gods sake!"

"Yes, thats the spirit! We saved the day! So, how do you want to celebrate, drinks? Im buying." I winked.

Abby rubbed her temples in annoyance, the magical sparkles that always radiated from her like a drizzling rain now dried up, leaving her appearing almost normal. Almost aside from the bright pink dress and matching wizards hat. I didn't much understand the outfit, but I guess it made about as much sense in a fight as my suit did.

"Ok Quinn, listen, please just listen." Abby floated over, gliding over the piles of bodies until she met my face. "You are a hero now, so you can't just shoot people."

"But I just did. See that guy? I just shot the hell out of him and I feel great."

"Heroes don't shoot people!"

"Oh...so if I had beaten him to death I'd be more of a hero? Here get that guy." I pointed across the room to a black suited man stumbling for the door. "I'll try again on him!"

The man turned wide eyed, first to me, then down to the bloodied body at my feet, and finally launched himself headfirst through the doors.

"See! That guy will never commit a crime again, and all it took was me shooting a man to death."

Abby was no longer listening though, instead she was bent down besides the corpse pressing her hand gently to his wounds. And for a moment an unnatural feeling spread through the room. As if all the air, all the sound and the atmosphere itself had left. I felt that even if I could speak in this moment that if I tried then the noise would be pulled into the void, lost to the blanket of invisible snow that now encompassed me.

A rain of light fell down from Abby onto the man I'd shot as the blood was sucked back into his body as if through a series of straws stuck in his back. Then, with a final hand gesture from Abby, he rose.

"Get down he's back for round two!" I raised my gun, but Abby put herself between him and I.

"I- I'm alive..." The man stuttered, then removed his mask off his head.

"Yes. Now you may go, your death is penance enough I think."

He did not hesitate, turning toward me with fear filled eyes before running through the door. Abby shot me an angry look.

"Hey, the way I see it that works! I brutally murder the bad guys and you bring em back. Teaches them an important lesson in humility I think." I replied to her gaze.

Abby rolled her eyes. "If that's as close to a realization I'm getting from you then so be it. Now let's get drinks. You're buying."

oh damn I didn't even notice. Thanks! :D

Well this was nice. I don't stop by here as often as I used to, but this made me feel like I was in writingprompts from years ago. Old man sounds like he has some great stories!

And it comes with fresh cut onions too...

Makes dust out of stone. No body no crime.

Growing up, I had always been careful, never rushing into anything without thinking it through. My parents used to tell me stories of how I would cautiously approach even the smallest decisions. Little did they know that this cautious nature would lead me to retain my one wish that everyone was granted at birth.

In our world, every person was born with the ability to have one wish granted. However, the cruel twist was that most people unknowingly squandered it during infancy, wishing for food or a diaper change. I, on the other hand, had somehow managed to hold onto my wish for 19 years without even realizing it.

Now, as a 19-year-old, I found myself growing increasingly restless, feeling the urge to finally use my wish. The possibilities were endless, and the responsibility weighed heavily on my shoulders. For days, I pondered over what to wish for, considering the potential consequences of each choice.

I contemplated wealth, happiness, and even world peace, but with each passing day, I grew more conflicted. My wish had survived for 19 years, and I didn't want to waste it on something frivolous or short-sighted.

One evening, as I sat at home browsing through my social media feed, I stumbled upon a post by a friend who had just adopted a rescue dog. The joy on her face and the happiness that the dog brought to her life made me realize that maybe my wish didn't have to be grand or world-changing.

With a deep breath, I closed my eyes and made my wish.

"I wish to adopt the perfect rescue pet, one that I can provide a loving home for, and who will be my loyal companion throughout life's ups and downs."

As the words left my lips, I felt a warm sensation enveloping me. When I opened my eyes, I knew my wish had been granted. The very next day, I visited a local animal shelter, where I found the most wonderful dog. We connected instantly, and I knew that I had found my perfect companion.

Though my wish may have seemed mundane compared to grander desires, it brought immense happiness and fulfillment to both my life and the life of my rescue dog. Sometimes, the most profound impacts can come from the simplest of wishes.