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The attack on the city outskirts was supposed to be our winning move against the Dread League. In reality? It was the worst massacre that the Superhuman Coalition has seen in its 70 years of existence. The plan was fairly simple, the Delta-class heroes would serve as bait to lure the lower villains and minions out of their makeshift fortress at one side of the river, the Gamma-class then would use their psychic powers to debilitate the force field built around the place, and then, the “coup de grâce”: The Big 7 would just spearhead and destroy the place to eliminate the threat that the League had been posing to the city these last 5 years… But let me tell you something, not even the Big 7 could have predicted the class of weapon that they had been preparing to use against us.

We were preparing the assault, at midnight, when suddenly a purple flash of light illuminated the dark sky and millions of energy projectiles came raining on us like an artillery barrage. The catch is that this was no mere energy attack, it was energy concocted from Element 115, the kryptonite of the superhumans. That thing took out almost everyone instantly. Not even the mighty Omega, the number one hero in all the world- no, the universe, could withstand such a concentrated amount of 115 in his body. Alas, almost everyone died, at least the important ones were killed, the only ones that remained were a bunch of normals, and me, because somehow I had the grandest idea of taking a bathroom break during the debrief session. Though, it’s not like I am- was important on the mission, I’m just a Delta-class good for nothing. Who the hell would need a “hero” whose ability is to control the internet in a full scale assault on a prison with no networks!? They were just going to use me, and a bunch of other deltas as live bait; bunch of jackasses. I am screwed.

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But I couldn't let it end like this. I’m a hero, and those people needed to go back home with their families. The facility where we were located was ruined, the attack took most of the systems offline., but the reserve systems were somehow intact. I had to do something. And so I did. With my powers I hijacked the system network and activated the emergency evacuation plan: a secret portal that led to a safe zone. I tried my best to help the wounded to escape, to let them live another day, but I had no time, in the distance the warcry of those despicable monsters could be heard. I tried to activate what was left of the defenses, a few plasma turrets and laser traps. That would do while I held open that portal for people to escape.

First came the minions, the low class monsters and villains, entering and falling into the maze of traps that I had activated, and at first, they worked! They were burned, electrocuted or impaled with high precision projectiles… but then the high class douchebags came. One of them, Voltius, fried the circuits that were still standing, and everything went dark, except the portal. I used all of my power to keep that damn thing open while the last normals escaped. By then I had realized that I couldn’t leave, I had to do everything that I could as a hero to give the world at least a light sliver of hope. With power that was left on the bases reserves I sent a message to the mainland through the net. A warning.

I have accepted my fate, but even then, in this fruitless last stand that I find myself on, I hope that what I did today served to save someone. I hope that at least a father can get home and see their children because of me. I hope that someone remembers me. NetStream, Delta-class hero, signing out.

The case was ruled suicide by dynamite. But the lack of any damage to the structure or contents of the mansion made that highly unlikely.

oh yeah, I forgot about that kid!

One day can make or break your relationship with work. You start your day drinking a nice cup of joe, pumping iron, maybe even going for a morning jog. Ah, how innocent I was, minding my own business I was a C ranked hero in the hero association, I had been fighting evil for around 15 years and unlike those in B rank and above, I lacked some kind of over powered ability. Heck the only thing that I could do was talk, people seemed to back down from petty crimes pretty easily when you try to really help them with their issues.

Though that wasn't something I could use today. Before me was a wasteland; the city was crumbling as the sever S class villain's called the League of Supper Rugged Savages or (LSRS) had began laying waste to the city. The Beast like savages sought to bring civilization back to a primitive time where survival of the fittest determined who lived and died.

There I stood as the likes of Golf man and Roach girl laid before me. There was no escape, the beasts of LSRS had noticed me.

"Looks like the party is only getting started boys we've got some fresh meat!" Their leader Crunch called out.

"yea, boss we's gonna has a goods times," A large apelike LSRS member squealed.

Panic quickly over took me, there was still people trying to escape, how would they, these beasts were focused on creating as much carnage as possible. My brain was having a hard time recognizing that I was at a breaking point. Run, or be devoured so I can save as many people as I can.

I looked down at the ground a shiver crept up my spine, this was the end. I broke into a cold sweat, I was only 35 years old... and I was about to die.

I breathed in a deep breath and called out with my lungs as loud as I could. "hey, who opened up a zoo on main street?" Suddenly a dozen or so eyes traced towards me, I had become their fresh meat.

The LSRS closed in and surrounded me, I watched as several people made the opportunity to slip away, but there were still others trapped beneath the ruble.

I screamed a loud scream bellowing throughout the street, my eyes squinted closed as I let my voice rang free. I paused to see they're confusion.

"well, If that ain't a warriors below I don't know what is, too bad you got nothing to show for it." A large hand reached out and grabbed my hair.

As I was hoisted up I could feel each follicle puling against the grain of my scalp. This was my last chance. " Oh, so the big bad leader is gonna do his own dirty work, well at least I get to go down knowing the strongest of you got to do it.

The beast looked me in the eyes. "oh how good it is to be king."

I was viciously slammed against the ground my arm shattered on impact. "Gyaaaaaaaah" I cried out in agony. I soon felt the beasts foot on my back as he began to pull on my arm. I could feel every second as he slowly began to rip the flesh.

The pain suddenly stopped as I saw my arm ripped into the sky. Blood pulsated everywhere. Then the pain returned, my arm clear off my shoulder.

"Why not just crush his head." asked one of the leaser LSRS members.

"Didn't you hear him, he gets to be killed by the king, he asked for this." Corrected a smaller mantis like member.

"well kid, i guess it's time to meet your maker." The large beast grabbed my head with both hands. "any last words?"

I opened my eyes to look this beast in his face, king wore a gold crown signifying his leadership over there rest of the pack. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my chance. " To bad you won't be the king forever, your not the strongest one here anyways."

"That's where your wrong." he boldly proclaimed.

"well, there is about to be fore less of you." I let out a chide remark.

Crunch let out a long apelike scream as he began to squeeze harder I could feel myself slipping, and then suddenly the pressure released.

I began falling to the ground as I saw my savior in the distance, golf man had been able to stand back up, and like the hero's in the comics saved me at my last moment.

Before any of them could move they were swarmed as roaches came through the broken city streets and began to overwhelm them. I had lost my arm, but I had bought enough time for the real hero's to rejoin the fight.

There’s the one where she’s running away fro her rapey brother Haephestus, and she gets away, but some of his seed falls on her leg. She wipes it off, and where it falls to the ground a kid pops up. I think there is something about her keeping him locked in a chest.

This form of “birth by having semen fall on you” pops up in at least one other place: Aphrodite and all the children of Uranus and Gaia that came into being when he had his junk chopped off.

This is a writing prompt. You can make up your own version of Greek Myths. Humans have been doing it for at least 2k years. Hestia having a kid is easy to imagine given just how rapey the material is.

really? I know she adopted Erichthonius, the charioteer constellation, but actual kids?

Even Athena has a child in some accounts.

I’d go with storytelling and the transmission of knowledge. Hestia’s virgin-birthed child would be a Bard with the fascinate and suggestion abilities. But it’s not just about telling a story: it’s about telling a believable story that then is believed as TRUTH. So much so, that this individual has the ability to shape how all of history is recorded.

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more likely her theoretical kids' powers would be like "good cook," and "can calm people down."

but those kids wouldn't exist, since like I said. she is one of the only noted beings not controlled by the goddess of love. she asked to never be married and simply tend the hearth. the one person who we know of to ever try and have relations with her is a minor god named Priapus, and he was chased off for trying to r*pe her.

so the power set isn't really the problem here, it's the fact that the person who has it does not and never will exist.

I mean she has control over the hearth and if you want to stretch it. Maybe fire. Maybe

uhm... Hestia. one of only three entities Aphrodite explicitly has no power over.

that Hestia?

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50 year old obese female found dead in her wheelchair in a pool of blood.

No apparent trauma on the body. Autopsy confirms medical issues including history of smoking, enlarged liver, hysterectomy ten years past, severe arthritis. Medical records show medications for diabetes, cholesterol and blood pressure as well as history of chronic pain.

Female has no known friends or family. Was found in derelict house in disrepair. No unknown prints found at the scene.

CCTV on the light pole shows only pharmacy delivery in the week before death.

21 year old Quandavious Barthalameou James, nicknamed James, was found dead at 3:28 AM hanging from a tree by his foot in his front yard. He was last seen with his friend, Leon Trevontavious who is 20 years old, on 662 Rodil Valley Street. The main suspect is Leon, but there is no evidence and Leon was best friends with James for years

^(-_-)

Mickey Mouse had been discovered deceased inside of this home.

Thanks! It was my first time writing any kind of story since like the fifth grade and I failed that writing assignment so I’ve been hesitant to write another story

Genius idea

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Jonathan Buck, age 32, was found dead, locked inside a small shack in the middle of the woods. The cause of death was a single gunshot to the forehead from several meters away. The victim's death was likely instantaneous. No firearm was found inside the shack. The shack has one door, no windows save for glass panes in the door, and no other discernible entry points. The door can only be locked from the inside, and shows no signs of having been tampered with.

(Figured you can't go wrong with a classic locked room mystery. Have fun!)

[[AUTOPSY REPORT]]

MALE, MID TWENTIES

FOUND IN ABANDONED HOUSE NEAR SOUTHINGTON, CT

NO IDENTIFIABLE MARKS, NO PRINTS ON RECORD, TEETH REMOVED, CHEEK BONES SURGICALLY ALTERED, DNA RESULTS INCONCLUSIVE AS THREE DIFFERENT RESULTS CAME BACK. BLOOD TESTS INCONCLUSIVE AS THREE DIFFERENT BLOOD TYPES FOUND PRESENT.

CAUSE OF DEATH: INCONCLUSIVE. NO SIGNS OF STRUGGLE, ALL TESTS BACK INCONCLUSIVE, NO SIGN OF ENTRY OR EXIT WOUND, NO TOXINS FOUND IN BLOOD, NO ALCOHOL IN BLOOD, STOMACH EMPTY

CORONER COMMENTS;

We can't seem to find any cause of death.

I enjoyed the story! There seems to be an issue on mobile with the formatting of some lines, but other than that it was an interesting read!

An unidentifiable body was found, presumed male, surrounded by broken glass and a pool of blood. A broken window is broken 2 floors above however that doesn't explain how the body was found inside the building, by the unbroken window of the 7th floor.