Action Adventure but the antagonist is the protagonist from the future.

As a fan of Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid, that is an absolute win in my book.

Woah I actually did write something like this. Where this soul is stuck living the life of a different person every time it woke up. He was first a lumberjack who ended up being a murderer. Then a little girl on her birthday who was defiled and killed by her uncle. Then an old woman with dementia on her death bed with her family. And every day, less and less of them would be in the room with her. Wasn't exactly a poem, more of a very long short story. But I had fun with the idea and hope to see different interpretations of it.

Yup.

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Now I do wonder if that last sentence means that the original body shit itself or that O'Johnson really doesnt have the time to go and take a shit rn.

This is like super terrifying.

Like imagine all the people waking up as military.

People from all over the world having access to military equipment.

Complete breakdown of government services.

Bobby Brighton is a lucky man.

Well that is terrifying. The pilot doesnt know how to fly. The people at the tower don't know how their stuff works.

The authorities have no idea where anyone is or even the time to care for this.

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This was so good. Subverted my expectations in all the best places!

Life is Strange is a series of story-driven video games and in the original game the protagonist Max Caulfield has the ability to rewind time + she later develops the power to use photographs to travel even further back in time.

I would love to read more.

I confess I had entirely too much fun writing this. I had to cut a bunch more animal references, it's long enough already.

Note: Dad jokes are fully intended.

I've heard the name but don't know anything about it. I'll have to check it out.

Chapter 13: At last, the Turtle’s Denouement

‘Thank you all for coming. I’m sure you would like to get back to bed after the night we’ve had, but there are just a few things to discuss.’ Professor Pobsbury nodded to the police inspector who gave a signal, at which the doors were all shut and locked. The ‘guests’ looked around in alarm, but no one dared move. The professor was a formidable figure, older and wiser than any of them, even Sir Charles Corcoran, the wizened old elephant.

‘Thank you, inspector.’ Professor Pobsbury was nothing if not polite. ‘I know I move slowly, but do not mistake my tempo for a snail. There have been many mysteries of the last four days, and it is time to unravel it all.’

The old sea turtle looked around his audience, the foxes and the hen, the elephant and tiger, the owl and snake with his police hat. Through his monocle he studied each briefly in their turn, watched them quiver, freeze, and snort under his glare.

‘Molly and Milly Maddlemount,’ he began with the fox sisters, ‘you came here to visit your father, Lord Max Maddlemount. He’s been a friend of mine since the war and his presence will be sorely missed at the Pigglebottom Club, and of course in parliament. Though we thought he died in his sleep, there was a small bottle found in his nightstand that I asked Inspector Jacobs to have tested. Essence of Nightshade. Max has now been examined and my suspicion is confirmed.’

The Molly wept, shaking as she was consoled by her sister Milly. ‘Molly, your last words to your father were heard by almost the whole house as you departed Maddlemount Manor the night he died. “Shut up and die, old man”, I believe was the phrasing before you slammed the door and left. But words alone do not make you a murderess. Your alibi was airtight, Mademoiselle Maddlemount, no less than fifteen of your friends attested to your being a hundred kilometres from here when you father died. Milly, you left straight after your sister and were with her the whole night, so you also are innocent of murder. Decency is another matter, but not one requiring the police.’

The professor’s monocle turned to the distinguished elephant. ‘Sir Charles Corcoran. You served with Lord Max in the war, along with the Major Phoenix Pharos,’ he nodded to the grizzled tiger on the settee next to his, ‘and with some distinction, I might add. But your rewards were trivial, no? No seat in parliament, no grand manor, just a common knighthood and an impressive bar tab.’

‘It wasn’t like that at all!’ The elephant trumpeted back, ‘We fought together, and a lot of good men didn’t come home at all. I didn’t begrudge him his success, why would I?’

‘No indeed. For you and he went into business together, though you benefitted more than he did. His wealth attracted many leaches, and you were just one of them, though it took him a long time to realise it, I think. That is why he asked you and Major Pharos here this week, is it not? He had found out and wanted to bring your theft to light.’ Sir Charles spluttered, unable to retort, trunk quivering.

At that, the tiger growled and snarled quietly, seeming to come to a decision. ‘Old Max and I knew for some time, Charles. We kept hoping we were wrong, but the numbers kept not adding up. He thought if we came together, you’d confess and plead for mercy, which he was all to ready to give, but he died before he could bring himself to say it.’

‘A motive, to be sure, but you did not possess the means, I’m afraid. The elephant in the foxes den? I think not. A tiger might be able to squeeze in though.’ He turned to face the imperious tiger directly. ‘Phoenix Pharos, Major of the Lion King’s Guard, you had your own motive, didn’t you? Max Maddlemount had been campaigning in parliament to cut back the army’s size, now that we have been at peace for some ten years. And while the Guard would still exist, you felt that betrayed the trust you and your fellow soldiers put in him when he was first elected. And with the great Lord Max no longer there to push the issue, support will collapse and the army will continue as it has been.’

The tiger sputtered at the accusation. ‘But,’ the turtle interjected, ‘you have been moulting these last few days and no traces of tiger hair was found in his den. So as near as I can tell, you never went in there.

Nearing the end of the suspects list, he faced the young hen fanning Molly’s face. ‘Cluck?’ She said, head turned to the side.

‘Adelie Alverston, you have been the maid at Maddlemount Manor for many years now, yes? No longer a spring chicken, but still keeping a tidy house for Lord Max and his two girls. Having no chicks of your own, you practically raised them yourself after their mother died. They were but pup’s at the time. As you said when I interviewed you, you would do anything for them. But murder? People can surprise me but I think that is a bite too far. You had the evening off, though there was no alibi. Perhaps you came back after dark and snuck in to poison him, then left without anyone noticing you.’

‘Not Adelie, she would never!’ Milly jumped to the old chook’s defence. ‘Adelie couldn’t, it’s not in her. And Molly didn’t mean what she said, she didn’t want him to die, no one did!’

‘And yet, he is dead.’ Milly had nothing to say at that and sat back down.

‘Rodolphus Rundle,’ said Professor Pobsbury looking at the owl, ‘something you said the other night stuck with me. You were surprised one night when on campaign, an enemy snuck in and almost killed Lord Max. You said you kept a tight watch on him ever since. You see everything, hear everything. And you always make sure to lock the gates. There was no way Adelie could have gotten in after dark, because the gates and doors and windows were already closed. The only way in was to ring the front doorbell.’

‘I’ve been his loyal butler for thirty years, why would I?’ The owl sputtered in outrage.

‘Because you see all. You hear all. You saw Sir Charles’ stealing. You saw his daughters denied. You heard of his friends in the army being abandoned in this new bill he was preparing for the house. And you have your own family in the parliament who oppose him. And with the great fox’s demise, the owls will return to power in parliament once more.’ The owl’s wide eyes looked around at the room, the full 360 degrees. ‘With so many people here who might wish him ill, you saw the opportunity and the chaos that would follow it. You had the poison already, it was a simple thing to put it in the box containing his heart pills. The plan was in place and you were waiting for just the right time. The evidence is all there, the pills left a trace in your shoe box that the lab will identify it beyond doubt. And now, the owl faction may lose their support…’

At that, Rodolphus Rundle leapt into the air, wings spreading as he prepared to fly to the roof and out a high window, far out of reach of PI Jacobs and his patrol snakes. But Major Phoenix Pharos was ready to pounce like the tiger he was and intercepted the owl, clamping his jaws around a wing before landing and shaking his head. The snakes were on him in a flash, but the major spat out the defeated murderer.

‘Gods spare us a parliament of owls,’ he grumbled, walking away. Milly had fainted in the lounge.

Police Inspector Julius Jacobs slithered up to Professor Pobsbury and nodded respectfully to the old turtle. ‘My thankss professsor, we will take it from here. Rodolphus Rundle, you are under arrest for the murder of Lord Max Maddlemount.’ A couple of snakes had cuffed around him, but didn’t need to squeeze much. The fight, and flight, had left him.

This reminds me of Life is Strange.

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I initially thought that OP had based this idea on this week’s comic by Existential Comics, “Would You Still Love Me If I Were a Worm?”. I see now that the question is a meme that originated in 2019, so I believe OP’s story that they weren’t inspired by anything in particular.

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Horror except the protagonist is suffering from PTSD.

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You may have gone full dumb, but this is still a masterpiece!

When I woke up... I was in a different body.

No more debt, and so much younger! ... ... ... But i still had the passwords to all my financial acccounts.

Walking outside seemed to shownthst I was not alone, everyone had swapped bodies, everyone was freaking out.

No, wait, the financial details wouldn't matter, nothing would.

I only had a few hours! I had to hurry!

I rushed to the nearest police station and walked inside. Half the officers had the minds of kids, most didnt speak the same language I quickly and confidently walked back to find the armory. I was in luck, everything was locked but the keys were hanging on the wall. It seems that security was lax back here only serving as an administrative aid to track who checked what out. I grabbed two large range bags and sharted shoving ammunition inside, buckshot and 9mm pistol rounds. There didn't seem to be any rifles.

In the second I put in as many of the shotguns and handguns I could.

The bags were heavy digging into my shoulder and hand as I walked to the parking lot. The doors to the car were locked. Knowing most police cars are keyed alike I left the bags by the car and went back into the station. And took the keys off a fat older man who was crying like a baby... Poor thing probably was a baby. And would likely die of dehydration, unable to help themselves... As I walked to the door I looked back. Then took his cell phone too. It would only be useful for a few more minutes, maybe a few hours.

I loaded the car making a few trips. Then using the cell phone drove off to a grocery store. Pulling around back behind the store I loaded one if the shotguns and emptied out one of my duffle bags.

Walking armed into the store I focused on grabbing canned food, beans in particular, a can opener and some plastic spoons. Then filled up a shopping cart with water. And some lighter shelf stable goods on top.

Some stupid idiot tried to stop me, asked why I was looting at a time like this.

I was honest.

In less than an hour the power grid will fail. TOTAL collapse as the people who manage it 24/7 are not where they are supposed to be. Water will fail after that, likely fires are springing up all over as people who were cooking, or in factories mentally swapped bodies. The whole world is about to fall to shit.. If I were you, I would gather as much as you can, and find the car for whoever's body that is and leave town. Everyone is going to be dehydrated and if they live long enough starving. This is about to become a battle royal where people will kill each other to take their food and water... Then they will hunt each other as food."

His eyes went wide as I spoke, and he ran for a cart.

I loaded up my car heading for a sporting goods store. I needed shelter, clothing and tools which could all be found there.

Most people were still walking around in a daze, and cell service was failing from overload as people tried to call loved ones... A stupid gesture, as no one had their own phones.

After the sporting goods store, my car filled up with supplies and guns literally to the roof I stopped at a gas station and filled my tank.... Moments before the power failed.

After grabbing a handful of paper maps from the gas station, i drove out of town. Just as the looting picked up to full steam... People just now realizing the world as we knew it was over. ...