Yes, I like this. Optimism is the way I roll.

Maybe later I’ll write my rendition for this prompt.

Edit: I finished it. Here it is if you want to read it.

I loved it!!!

I legit laughed out loud at the song!

Thank you for your kind support! Receiving so much positive feedback is surely motivational! ☺️

Pelo corto

Thanks for the appreciation, it has great value for me 🙏

I know this is short, and in hindsight I should have taken some more time to express the realization better. I think your suggestion is going to be very precious in my steps to try and put my imagination into words! Thanks for your time 😊

I know not where I come from or my real name. I merely picked "Yin" to represent the shadows and darkness, contrasting those in the light. I was adopted by the Assassin guild and tested out for my skills. Turns out, I was the perfect assassin, mastering every challenge with strong intuition and quick learning, as if I had been born for this. Dance across the waterfall. Dodge the thin strings laid with triggers of poison. Charm the noble and steal his money. They were all not an issue. But then the final test had arrived.

Many assassins were forced to turn away, unable to ever kill their parents who had raised them or their lovers. However, I was different. I felt very little emotion to most people, and thought long and hard about the challenge. How can you kill your most loved one if you love no one?

I looked towards the sky and looked for the person who had brought me the most warmth. As I saw the shining light, the answer was simple. I waited for night to fall, as I steeled my blade, striking only with the simplest of weapons. Tricks and fancy traps wouldn't work against my opponent this time. I donned my mask and uniform with the symbol representing the Guild's prowess.

He sat there in the calm with his legs crossed and closed eyes. Even in this state, I knew this was going to be difficult. One second. Two seconds. Three. I took a deep breath and rushed out behind a pillar, as he opened his eyes, catching my blade with his bare hands. "Who dares?!" He glared at me, parrying each blow and swing with practice, like he had done thousands of times before. As he glared at my form and uniform, our turning and tactics ever so familiar, he recognized me. "Why are you...?" He raised an eyebrow, daring me to finish the question.

But it took all of my focus just to equal him even with a knife in my hand. The dance continued, as he landed a bruise, knocking me backwards, still in a bit superior position. I barely held on to my weapon, brandishing it again. In a quick charge, I landed a small nick, only to get my body twisted around, as he kicked me across the room, the knife landing beside me. "Huff.... the final... test." I finally said, catching my breath.

He looked at me in disbelief. "You have got to be kidding me." In his hesitance, he lowers his fist, as I stand and run, barrage him with a series of blows, finally dealing some more damage. He recovers, countering the best he could, but seems to be struggling with the decision. Minutes pass with our deadlocked battle as we finally tire. Far too long of a battle to be an "assassination". I was disappointed... my skills still weren't good enough. However, he shakes his head, also seeming to agree with me. "This is... partially our fault, isn't it. The guild was bound to have connections in between its members... and things never made any sense. There must be something else behind its final test... I shall make you a deal. I will fake my death and you shall graduate. See to it that you discover the secrets behind it. I never questioned it until now. You have opened my eyes... Yin."

I breathe a sigh of relief... seems like I didn't have to keep fighting. "Oh, and an advice? You missed the left knee counter in that split second when I used the right hook." He lightly smirks at me, leaving the room.

"Yes, Sensei." I call his proper name, bowing one last time. My real test would begin soon.... I had best sharpen my skills more.

The battle that had been raging around me for the last hour was finally nearing its gruesome conclusion. The last of the goblins trembled on his knees before me. The sharp copper blade on my legendary sword, “Double Edge”, glistened in the sun despite the grime and goblin blood encrusting it. It is the strongest, sharpest sword known in all of Edoch, and you’ll hear songs of it in every tavern from coast to coast. It has taken the lives of many creatures, both good and evil, since its creation by The Blacksmith Bard himself 300 years ago. It not just an immaculate killing machine; it’s enchanted to enhance its owner’s prowess in battle by tenfold.

It also won’t shut the fuck up.

“The standards for knights these days are appallingly low. Aren’t you embarrassed? This would’ve ended 30 minutes ago if you could see your own prick past your gut, you fat fuck,” my sword bellowed, loudly enough to be heard across the entire battlefield if not into the village. Knowing the truth in its words, my traveling party erupted into laughter. Even the doomed goblin spent his last seconds chuckling.

“Oh fuck you, Dub,” I muttered.

Anything more only encourages the abuse, and in the 3 months since I paid a crying orc 6 coppers for it (which in retrospect should’ve been suspicious), Dub has already ruined my once proud reputation. It told anyone who would listen about my irritable bowels, small member, and peculiar masturbation habits. I made the mistake of bringing it with me on my last visit to my mother, and I will not repeat the vile things it said of her.

While my family calls me Hector, I used to be known in town as “Sir Quicksplit” for my dexterity with the blade; I’m a fierce warrior even without Dub’s enchantments, and I WAS a knight well respected in all circles of society. After hearing Dub’s stories of my last bout of intestinal distress, my comrades have taken his suggestion of addressing me as “Sir Quickshit”. From his scabbard on my fine leather belt, he announces my every erection to all within earshot. I’ve been told that even the ladies of polite society sometimes refer to me as “Little Hector Erector”. Ironically, wielding a legendary, enchanted sword has the same devastating effects on my reputation as it has on my foes.

I am a sight to behold when wielding Double Edge. I slice through flesh effortlessly, slinging blood off its impeccable copper blade across the battlefield. I dance among my foes, decapitating and maiming them before they even consider striking. Fear fills the eyes of all who gaze upon me as I glide among the bodies, some dead and the rest soon to be dead, once ending the lives of 6 foes with one forceful swing. Until Dub shouts something like “Jab it in them! The gods know the maidens will never let you jab them with that forest of hair hiding your cock” or “his mother shall be wailing the way you did when Seraphina took her leave of you- you know she lies with Sir Thrasher now, right?”. I walk away from the battlefield victorious, only to walk into taverns to hear bards playing the song Dub wrote:

“Sir Hector Erector, strong and quick,

So fat he cannot find his prick,

Near the privvy he must stay,

Lest he shit his britches away,

The maidens will not pay him mind,

And so his hand must pass his time

Double Edge longs for a worthier touch

Are you the next to suck this much? ”

I attempted to sell my glorious yet terrible sword to the local trader, but as soon as he heard Dub’s voice viciously mocking “Sir Quickshit Slowbrain” for being foolish enough to think we would part, he backed out of the sale. I offered my fine blade as a gift, but no one would receive it lest they become the next pariah. I tried to abandon it on the battlefield, but when I returned to my hut, I found a gaping hole in my roof and Double Edge planted firmly in my bed. It seems I’ll be the wielder of Edoch’s finest weapon for years to come. Fuck.

I think you could use foot fingerprints instead. I’m pretty sure babies get their footprints recorded at birth. So you could identify them by footprint record.

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Now that's some fucked up shit.

Absolutely phenomenal job, mate! :⁠-⁠P

Somewhere is the distance, a soft song can be heard.. "oh, oobe doo I wan'na be like yooouuu"

Well thank you!

No it was perfectly dropped in. I liked the sprinkled detail!

Isnt this the plot of the lego dc super villians game?

Well I was hooked and ready to go buy the book so keep writing!!

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I quite enjoyed this. If you're wondering "am I good enough at writing for practicing to be worthwhile," I'd say the answer is yes.

By way of constructive criticism: this is very short, and as a result feels like it blows through the relevant realization (first the twins are identical, then some differences are noted, then "I could definitely tell" them apart, all within a couple sentences). But everything scans well, and the end, while cheesy, does exactly what you want it to.

Game the system!

It's only been a year since the curse began.

A solar flair swept the planet mutating a small amount of the population making them immortal. Most left the general population in search of a new home. Non have been seen since.

All I know is that nothing can kill us any more. We've been shot, stabbed, burned and in one case I even decapitated a guy. He even payed me for it. Best 50 bucks I've ever made. And I can't even be charged for it because his body just picked his own head back up and walked off.

In the lat year I also found my old childhood bully. And because I'm immortal I can kill him do the time and leave without even caring. That is if we still don't die from old age.

So I walk up to him and shot him. The only issue is he got up after a few minutes and said I will regret it. Only now I'm a starting to regret it.

Next it was a bomb. In my house. It killed my family. My wife and kids. So I got back at him by killing his and taking it a step further by strapping him down and torchering them.

It only escalated form there. Neither of us know who pushed the button but nukes rained around the world. We ended it. All for some stupid reason

We face each other now maybe for the last time, who knows. What I do know is that the world around us burns. The sky is permanently black from the smoke of a billion burned bodies.

The last city blazes behind me. Tall pillers of fire touch the sky and the last of the screaming fades away. I started it and we will now end it together.

This is my first prompt so I hope you enjoy. Iany improments are appreciated.

Just reading yours! I feel like our characters overlap in the clever sweet significant other taking our enthusiasm in stride and we're their fangirls. I love it!

Wow .. no words ... shivers ... im like where is the book ... where is the movie ? lol

Ooooo we have a winner I love this twist

But did anyone bring toasted tortillas?

That was my intention; rarely does a relationship run into one-sided failures as too many of these movies portray, but rather it's two people failing to see from the other's perspective. So I sort of double-twisted the prompt: filled the plane with antagonists while humanizing them. :)