why is gazpacho?

Of course, everyone is needed for stone soup

What is gazpacho? Good story, I liked the ending and the help given to hold the meteor. I don't know what gazpacho is though. Never heard of it, and by extention never seen or eaten it.

I love it!

Quack.

Good idea and great way to finish the short with that sentence at the back of the photo. it would have had a greater effect if the story had been a tad longer, for the buildup. But that's really polishing, it's a nice start.

To be fair you are a duck typing this, added to that pretty low on the intelligence spectrum.

So the fact that you got this out at all and noticed your mistakes is kinda impressive.

Chaos is many things. The chaos of the world constantly bickers with each other. The chaos of love and marriage, constant arguments between couples. However, there's nothing more chaotic than a classroom of rowdy teenagers. This is coming from the deity of Chaos themself and the fact there's something more chaotic than them is a terrifying thought. Chaos was pale, very pale, with gaunt skin. Basically skinny to where you can see his skeleton. They were aware of the whispers in the teachers' lounge, about how they were scaring the children or creeping them out. Maybe they should try to get them arrested, but Chaos could easily put them through hell.

That doesn't matter right now, right now. There's a class to focus on, and Chaos's voice shouts out, "Class, please quiet down! There's an important announcement." Their voice drew, knowing it will get the class's attention.

"What's up Jack!" One of the class clowns snickered. "What could be the important announcement when school didn't even start yet?"

Chaos grinned sharply, scaring the class slightly. "We're going on a special field trip!" They cheered. "Unauthorized, but it's a field trip."

Another student shyly raised her hand. "Excuse me? Mr. Haus? What do you mean unauthorized? Don't you need permission?" She squeaked out.

Chaos nodded in agreement, "Normally you're right, Miss Jaclyn." They paused for dramatic effect. "Do you think they'll allow you to go to Greece this late in the year?"

That's when Chaos, not them, is was unleashed in the classroom. Many questions and statements were reined out in class.

"What the hell do you mean, to teach? How do you even have the money to do such a large trip?"

"There's no way we're going to Greece, I know our current chapter is on it and all. But there's no way you're trying to emerge us in the culture!"

"When are we going?"

"Is it a requirement?"

Slamming their hand into the desk, shutting the many questions that was heading their way. "You'll discover the truth eventually, now I need a group of hands of who's going or not." Pulling out a piece of paper from underneath his desk.

The first duo of hands raised, two twins class clowns. A girl and boy.

Another hand raised from the teacher's pet, mumbling something about the logistics of this.

Everyone else's hand raised one after the other. Chaos smiled at this revelation, "I'm so glad everyone agreed! You didn't have a choice anyway, we're going right now!"

The class shouts in shock as Chaos raised her arms, windows breaking as swirling mist consumes the students one by one. "This should be fun." As chaos walked through the mist following his students.

As the following comment says, I did mention the name, but now I'm wondering if I shouldn't have! That would have been quite intriguing, but I can also see how it could be annoying haha

"Uhhhhh... what?"

As confused murmurs went up through the crowd that had assembled for the announcement of Princess Terpsichore's engagement, Terpsichore herself practically leapt off of the podium and pulled me into a bear hug. As she squeezed the life out of me, she said, "All my life I've known I love women, but my parents would've never approved if they knew! But thanks to you, I don't have to go through with the wedding and--oh my gosh, I just realized how cute you are! What's your name?"

My blush overtook most of my face as I attempted to ignore the fact that Terpsichore's chest was pressed against mine to say, "R-Ruby. My name is Ruby. Do you really think I'm...cute?"

"Of course I do! Look at yourself, you're positively scrumptious! You're like a big cupcake covered in a pitch black chocolate frosting!"

I pulled my hat down over my eyes to (unsuccessfully) hide just how flustered Terpsichore was making me. Terpsichore promptly pushed my hat back up and remarked, "Hey, don't do that! I wanna see those pretty eyes of yours over tea! Speaking of which, do you want to have afternoon tea with me?"

I nodded happily and said, "Yes I do!"

Terpsichore squeaked with delight and lifted me into a bridal carry. As she ran off for our date, she called out to her parents, "Bye mother! Bye father! I'm running away from home!"

And that's the story of how I met my wife.

>It's Souperior

I was not ready for that name. You killed me.

“The Blurt.” That was my name, yeah. A comical name for an eighteen-year-old comical villain. I was the goofball that liked to do the normal, mundane type of crimes. Stealing candy from babies? Easy as can be. Destroying school property(During weekends)? That was me. Blowing up the dentist office in the middle of the night? Might have been me, who knows?

My superpower was a unique, fun one, that allowed me to manifest physical words with effects one would see an author use in a comic book, or to describe actions. Things like “Bam!” “Boom!” For attacks. Or “Slide!” And “Droop…” for mobility or defense. I especially liked doing the action whilst saying the action, such as “Lift” when I lifted something, or “Drop” when I dropped something, or - and this was my favorite one - “Autodefenestrate,” for jumping out of windows. One of my favorite words, that one was.

My real name, the one I used while in my day job, is Samson Toney. I was an intern at a comic studio, delivering drinks and food to and fro, giving my two cents to the actual comic book writers - I was a real comic lover - and overall just making everyone happy. Everyone knew I was The Blurt, but that made everything all the more better. I was the textbook goofball bad guy, and that was enough inspiration to make the comics authentic to life.

But… right now, me, my friends, the writers, my boss, were being pulled out of the rubble of the studio by firemen and the likes, after a ramshackle group of wannabe heroes, that overheard that “The Blurt’s” alter ego worked here, came around. And they broke the number one rule of Heroes and Villains: never mess with a super’s side job.

Hannah, my best friend in the whole wide world, was paralyzed from the neck down. Jerry from the pizza place down the street, who hung out to see how the newest comic was moving? His arms and legs, completely pulverized. Mr. Gabe, my boss… I can still remember the look of sheer terror on his face as that slab of roof crushed his body and the life slowly drained from his eyes. God, I can’t even sleep without seeing his face.

It took us, the very few that survived, at least three years to recover to the point we didn’t need life support, but it took only one before my state of shock was dealt with. Before my always-positive demeanor left me. Before I realized what I had to do.

And that is why I’m standing here, in front of this ramshackle hero group. Chroma, they call themselves. Color-themed “heroes.” Redwood, Orange Soda, Yell-O, Limelight, Indi-ghost, and Royal Purple. They named themselves after their respective colors and abilities. At least I was creative with mine.

Redwood could cause trees to sprout out of nowhere. Not that it could stop “Immolate” from burning him black. Orange Soda’s ability to make explosive bubbles was easily put a stop to, when I popped them all, including his lungs, with a well placed, razor sharp “Lacerate.” Yell-O tried to scream, but “Suffocate” said otherwise. Limelight’s lasers pierced his own heart when I “Deflected” them. Indi-ghost went insane as I “Deprived” her of all senses. And Royal Purple, the leader of the group, couldn’t even react before I “Disintegrated” her.

This is a reminder for all heroes starting up to never try to ruin a villain’s day job. For I am now known as the World-Level Threat, “Onomatopoeia.”

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On the fingerprint note I can do that for sure! I do have a good twist planned for this story I think you'll like :)

Does his power conserve inertia or not? Because converting the meteor to gazpacho wouldn’t significantly reduce its mass (I mean it would a bit, because most meteors are definitely going to be denser than gazpacho, but even so…). If the meteor is a planet killer - say, the size of the one that did for the dinosaurs - you’re talking:

Vol = 4/3 * πr^3 = 4/3 * π(500000)^3 = 5.2 x 10^17 cm^3

And assuming the density of gazpacho is the same as water, at room temperature that’s going to be 5.2 x 10^11 tonnes of gazpacho, and if inertia is conserved, you’re looking at about 1.2 x 10^16 MJ of energy if it hits at 25000km/h. That’s about 10,000,000 megatons of TNT equivalent. Magnus’s “mega-ton” punch ain’t gonna do shit.

Ever since this stupid world awakened their genes to read minds, it's been harder and harder to hide the truth from people. The world was already in shambles and barely formed back into a working society. How will they react when they realize a dragon from a completely different plane of existence is walking amongst them? I always used my human form though, and as long as I keep my thoughts on human-related things, I should be fine. My thoughts kept trailing aimlessly. Then again, I smiled to myself. When in doubt, I can just merge worlds and let more chaos in. As long as my secret is hidden, I don't care that much.

Fixing my hair into a ponytail, I sighed heavily before wearing a crop top with shorts. Love showed off my muscular physique, then I prepared my preferred breakfast. Pancakes with mayonnaise, it was so delicious! I never understood why no one tried this combo out, it was one of the best flavors in the world. After putting up the dishes, I walked outside and began my trek to the city. Living in the forest has its perks and disadvantages, one of the perks is being able to do your rituals in peace and the disadvantage is walking to the city for trips. There are a couple of reasons for going to the city today and one reason is to get supplies for rituals. Good thing they actually believe in the powers of crystals and powers beyond their mortal understanding.

This store had one of the best ingredients for a while. Walking inside, I picked up my routine. Some crystals and salamander feet. Anything else that came to mind, I picked up holding a large bag of supplies. Subconsciously making my way to the counter, my thoughts was on a new ritual. A spell to leech some of the other plane life force. Snapping their fingers, someone grabbed my attention.

"Yeah, screw you too! Asshole." She shouted back. There was something wrong, though. What ritual? What other world? This damn gene is a curse and she will figure out who the spell is for. Spells can't exist, right?

I bowed my head in apology, reaching into my pocket and placing down a hundred-dollar bill."You can keep the rest, I don't care." Grabbing the bag and walking out of the store.

"Yeah, screw you too! Asshole." She shouted back. There was something wrong, though. What ritual? What other world? This damn gene is a curse and she will figure out who the spell is for. Spells can't exist right?

I'm not sure about where you're going with this story, but I'm interested ! You could replace the DNA test by fingerprints as those would be different even between identical twins.

I can't get over "Souperman". I mean, it's right there but I never would have thought of it.

Well written, as ridiculous as the story is I feel for our hero.

I wonder what the optimal timing would look like. I mean, if you transform it into soup at the moment of impact, you have gained next to nothing. If you do it too far out in space it'll just refreeze. So probably at the moment it enters the atmosphere so it is dispersed by air resistance? Or, if you can fly alongside it in space, perhaps you can re-heat it constantly and keep it up long enough to shrink the giant ball of soup via evaporation...

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It's raining gazpacho! (Almost as good as raining tacos...)

This was a very open and shut case. The door handle was busted open, 2/3 chairs were broken, 1/3 of the bears breakfast was eaten, and the dammed girl was sleeping in the kid's bed.

In any other circumstance this would be hard to prove it was her, but since Cheif B.B.Wolf found the girls titular "Golden Locks" at the scene of the crime, and Jr Bear took photos of the damages and the girl in his bed. Open and shut.

Mr Bear offered a nice pint of some alcoholic cider to toast winning the case however I informed him fhat i had other works to do.

As i got back to my office I couldn't help but remember my previous cases... Humpty Dumpty, he sued the king for lack of safety precautions when working in construction, we won that one very easily and help start a worker's union.

Cheif B.B.Wolf, i remember that one he was falsely accused of eating a grandma and attempt at eating her granddaughter before getting assaulted by a woodsman. We lost that case, even though i made it apparent that all three of their testimonies were bullshit. Still he out and back as Cheif.

Cinderella, after the crows took her stepmother's & stepsisters' eyes they tried to sue us, that was before we counter sued them with domestic abuse, attempted identity theft, domestic violence,and so much more. The look on their blind faces was astronomical. A well earned win...

But now a legal dispute that I've been struggling with, Jack V Giants. God this is going to be a long one. Farm kid buys magical beans tresspasses, steals, and commits 3rd degree murder. I feel bad for the guy who's about defend this kid...

Loophole? Dude can basically destroy anything he can see, this thing is stupidly OP from the get go.

Somewhat similar themes, people who find a way to break their minds and body to bring in change. Story is told by the point of view of a recruit who changes body each chapter, and slowly comes to loathe the house. I finished the first draft, but now there's the rewriting process.

One of my earliest shorts about an abduction on this sub is pretty much the introduction.

The great thing is that I tried out a few things on this sub to see how well it went or not. The sub isn't too fond of horror, keep that in mind, but it's great even just for yourself to out it in word and see how you feel about it.

That is in no way how a meteor works but I love the story.