So dark, I love it!

Soup! There it is!

https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x53u81

Starring Justin Timberlake as Souperior.

I hope to, I just gotta come up with something interesting for part 3. Not sure whats gonna happen.

Great stuff mate, kudos for the puns, that bit about mum's lentil soup and teamwork in the end. Only complaint goes towards screaming and yelling meteor. It could have worked if you used a simile, but written like this it's meh.

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"You really expect me to believe my dad would've made a deal with you?"

The demon grimaced as she replied, "Look, Debbie, I know you have reason to believe I'm lying here, but I'm not. And your old man's already twenty three years overdue, so I'm not in the mood, okay?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing; the story of my dad building up a successful bakery from the day he came to the States was one of the most inspirational stories I'd ever heard. But it wasn't even real? He promised me to a demon just so his business would get off the ground?

I pushed the demon away from me and said, "I won't believe this. My father is an honest man--"

"Yeah, but he was also a desperate man. I mean, first generation immigrant in this shitshow of a nation? Odds were long his bakery would succeed without my help. Of course, I needed payment for the transaction."

I sighed. "Me. You needed me."

The demon nodded and continued, "I don't know how he managed to keep you out of my grasp for so long, but I am fucking over it. You're coming with me."

"No no no no, please don't! There has to be another deal we can make! I'm about to propose to my girlfri--" An idea popped into my head. "Excuse me, what's your name?"

"Nessa."

"Nessa, did my dad ever give exact parameters on what he'd be giving you to me for?"

Nessa groaned and responded, "No, the entire point of this deal was that you would be given to me for my own purp--" I cut Nessa off by whispering my idea into her ear. Nessa promptly went wide eyed. "Well, that's certainly... enticing."

SIX MONTHS LATER

The sound of rolling waves and the tropical breeze dancing through the trees outside stirred me from my sleep. As I yawned and took in the sight of the hotel room bathed in the light streaming through the gaps in the curtain, I felt something warm and soft press into my back as a voice whispered, "Hey, guess what? We're married!" I chuckled as I turned to face my wife Edith, with her giant monster of light brown hair spread out on the pillow. I rested my hand on Edith's cheek as I purred, "You are never gonna get tired of saying that, are you?"

Nessa rolled over to toss an arm over me and nuzzle into my chest. "Would you?"

I concede to her point with a shrug as Edith looked at Nessa with a gasp. "Oh my gosh, we're married too! As Edith peppered Nessa with many relentless kisses, I started tickling the latter's tummy, sending her falling onto the bed laughing so hard she was crying. In between gasps, Nessa looked at us with a smile and wheezed out, "You assholes."

Edith giggled as she rested her head on my midsection and said, "So, what're we doing today?"

"I had a couple things in mind," I replied as I opened the notes app on my phone. "There's a luau happening tonight at the lagoon, we could do that swan boat island tour they mentioned, there's the golf course--any of this sounding good to you two?"

Edith raised her hand. "If we do all three, could we go golfing first? The golf clubhouse is right next to that breakfast buffet and I really want some pancakes."

Nessa excitedly patted on my belly. "Yessss, pancakes! What time does it open?"

I checked the clock on my phone before answering, "About an hour from now. We should probably get moving."

Nessa let out an exaggerated groan and said, "Oh, very well. But first..." Nessa then kissed the both of us deeply, one after the other. "My daily tribute to the greatest deal any devil has ever made."

Do you plan on continuing this further?

Hulk happy to be here. Hulk jumped from New York City and boy is Hulk's legs tired. Hulk could sleep, but Hulk no want puny Banner in control! Banner is so puny... come on, you know this, don't make Hulk angry... Banner is so puny... a stiff breeze knocks Banner out cold. Banner is so weak, websites reject him as a password.

Hulk knows you're out there. Hulk hears you breathing. Hey, Hulk has super strong breath. Hulk bets you don't know that. You can set a burning oil well on Hulk's birthday cake and Hulk could blow it out. Super strong flex, huh?

Hey, you know what Hulk really hates? Hulk hates puny soldiers. Hulk hates puny soldiers with their puny guns! And their puny tanks! Hulk smash puny tanks! But you know what Hulk really like to smash? Hulk like smashing Natasha Romanoff. Whoa!

Hulk go now. Tip wait staff and bartender!

The last few weeks or days of Hitler and Blondis(his dog) life told from Blondis perspective.

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Josh focused on the candle, and sent out his magic. A large fireball formed again, and this time his bed had been lit on fire too. He quickly patted out the flames, and cursed at himself. Elizabeths words kept ringing through his head. Decide to be a good person. Wasn't he a good person? He was choosing not to kill people. He decided to head out and grab some food.

He reached the mess hall, grabbed a tray and sat down. He was about halfway through when his pudding bowl started to float off his tray. It zoomed over to a table, and Josh saw Catherine sitting there alone summoning several other bowls from other people. One person stood up, but his friend put a hand on his shoulder and he sat back down. Catherine smiled at the two of them, then locked eyes at Josh. A professor walked up to her table and started to say something to her, but without looking she flicked her hand and he flew into another table. Josh got up and walked out.

He arrived at Elizabeths door a little later, and weakly knocked. She opened the door, suprised to see him, and gestured inside. He sat down on her bed and hung his head.

"Do you really think I'm a bad person?"

She moved next to the bed. "You have the ability to stop her and help people, and you choose not to."

"I could kill her."

"She would have killed me if you hadn't been there. Do you think she cares about that?"

Josh looked up her. "I don't want to hurt anyone. Is there a way to stop her without hurting her?"

Elizabeth sat down beside him and thought for a minute. "What about if you scare her? You know, show off your power and put the fear of god into her. Make her think twice before bothering you or anyone else?"

Josh thought for a moment then nodded. It was getting late, so the two of them agreed to figure this out tomorrow.

​

The next day Josh was at breakfast when Catherine walked in. She got up on a table, then put her fingers on her head. Josh and everyone in the room got a mental message. The floor is Lava. Josh jumped on the table with everyone else, and looked down at the melting floor. He then looked up at Catherine doubling over in laughter. The conversation from the previous night went through his head. Josh put his fingers on his head, and sent her a message. Stop.

Catherine froze in place. The floor slowly started to return to normal, but she stood there mid laugh not moving a muscle. He jumped down from the table, and others started to jump down too. Josh walked over to Catherine, and looked up at her face. Though she still looked like she was laughing, her eyes showed she was panicing inside.

"I'm sorry, I only wanted to send you a message." Her eyes turned from panic to anger. Josh turned and ran out the door as a professor walked up to the frozen woman. He ran behind a statue and collapsed onto the ground. A few minutes later Elizabeth found him there crying.

"Look what I did to her!" Josh screamed at the approaching woman. "Who knows if she will ever be okay!"

Elizabeth sighed and sat down next to him. "If it makes you feel better, shes gone from laughing to snarling. And she has the ability to threaten people again. If anything, your mind control wasn't strong enough."

"But I didn't even try to control her. All I did was tell her to stop." Josh stopped talking as he felt himself rise off the ground. He looked over to see Catherine storming over with one hand raised.

"What did you do to me you bastard!" Catherine screamed at him.

"I sent you a message! I swear that was it!" Josh screamed back. A crowd had started to form, and Josh saw several professors as well as Headmaster Ahagan standing nearby. Catherine looked around at the crowd, then threw Josh to the ground. She leaned close to him, and whispered:

"Better watch your back. You are fucking dead you little brat."

​

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science is fun, just not school science, real world science...imagine the soup tsunami, hurricane that was created

Dang, that's deep. Well done.

42 is the meaning of life

Yes

Yes I can

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I actually thought this was about Face Off

Nice to see the classic storyline hasn't died off

The last man standing tells the war he caused to die and see his son in Valhalla.

This was fantastic, I find the difference in opinion between the two interesting. Saying he’s a bad person for not standing up, but he doesn’t have enough control. No one deserves to die just because they’re a bully, and that’s what would happen if he retaliated.

omg dude, I didn't even finish reading before I had to scroll down here and "death by physics" is now totally my favorite nerd joke of all time.

Hey, TenspeedGV. Thanks for the opportunity to read this bittersweet piece. The ending makes this work.

The plot, in my mind, works better for kids than adults. I was yanked out the story when I read the word "man".

At first I thought they were in boat, then found it hard to reconcile with " they staked out this floor as theirs a month ago." On that point, this is intrusive exposition and can be weaved into the storyline much earlier. If you establish Who, When and Where at the beginning, the reader finds it easier to understand,

"end" should be capitalised as the name of event causing their misery, otherwise "end of what."

If you are implying Thomas's death, that may be overdoing it, for the simple reason that the plot is about getting Thomas's intentions wrong, not retribution. Cheers.

Good Things Must Come

The room warped and twisted as the fingers of maroon lightning flashed across the stone chamber, vaporizing all that they touch and the air was thick with the stench of death. Thiedreth braced against the unnatural gale, the tip of his mighty blade buried deep in the floor providing salvation against the threat. Tyunnir laughed wildly in the center of the room, whooping with a mirth none of the Kings warriors had ever heard from the sorcerer before. The blood red stone that floated in front of him cast an eerie light as it spun, and beneath it, a crack in the air had begun to form.

Thiedreth called to his team, but none returned his call. They had all been felled in the battle that led to this Chaos, and he now knew he was acting alone. Tyunnir reached out to the crack as it widened, shouting more arcane summons to the land of the dead, and the dead took notice.

A skeletal hand wormed through the crack, which was now at least a foot wide. When it made contact with Tyunnir’s gnarled fingers it began to change, rapidly growing muscle over bone, then skin over that. The crack began ripping the air at an alarming rate allowing more of the skeletal form enter the realm of the living. The light from the unholy portal grew brighter and began to block Thiedreth’s view. He had one chance to end this mess once and for all. In a single move, he wrenched his blade from the floor and flung it in the direction of the necromancer, praying that it would fly true.

A dull thud accompanied the blade reaching its mark. Slowly, the rift began to mend itself, and the light started to fade. When at last his vision cleared, Thiedreth laid his eyes on the scene before him. Tyunnir knelt over the form that had entered from the world beyond. The great blade stuck from his back, rising and falling with each of his increasingly ragged breaths. The form in his arms stirred, then spoke in a weak whisper.

“Tyunnir?”

The sorcerer took a moment to find the air needed to speak. “At last Jiorfa, you’ve returned to me”. He rasped out each word slowly, with a great deal of pain in his voice. “Run from this place before they can gather their wits, my old friend”. A cough rang through the room, wet with blood. “The heroes of this world will never understand what I’ve done here today”.

Thiedreth watched as the sorcerer finally collapsed. The form of the man he had been covering, Jiorfa, sat up, looking over his friend for a moment before locking eyes with the warrior. Tears were streaming down his face. Thiedreth began to stir from his place on the ground, breaking eye contact to look for another weapon, but by the time he looked back up, Jiorfa was gone.

This new warrior simply confounded Double Edge. As he had stepped into the dark, pitiful looking shop, his eyes gleamed with interest as he spotted Double Edge, peering out from his dark purple hood. Eager, he paid the depressed man behind the counter the full price, without any bartering even attempted, simply pulling out a purse of coppers and counting it out, no questions asked.

That had been weeks ago. The new warrior was incredibly solitary, and Double Edge had not seen civilization since their time back in that dank, wretched store built into the alley of a city. Double Edge had waited until they'd left the city to begin their typical games; endless insults and roasts of the new owner. They didn't want to be returned to the store too quickly this time, after all. The previous owner didn't even last a day, and you simply haven't lived until you've tormented someone throughout the night with mockery.

However, as Double Edge glowed lightly and began with the usual, "Ha, and so another worthless fool believes they can handle me! None can handle the Double Edge!", the hooded man only glanced at them and continued onward down the forest path they were on.

This continued for quite a while. No matter what Double Edge said or brought up, no matter what insults, curses, or what have you they tried, nothing seemed to faze their new owner. The swordsman was quite skilled, and very quiet, slashing through monsters, bandits, and anything else in their way without much but a slight smile on their face.

Double Edge was enraged! Weeks now and the swordsman hardly seemed to notice them! Many has tried their best to ignore them before, but they never lasted this long! Just how was this purple-clad fool able to remain sane!?

Days later, the swordsman was approaching a hut out in the mountains. Knocking on the door, it was soon answered by a man Double Edge recognized. One of its previous owners. This one had lasted about a week before tossing them on the side of the road. The man and the newer owner seemed to know each other, smiling and waving at each other. The older owner noticed a new weapon at their friend's side and gestured to it. The purple swordsman smiled and held Double Edge in front of them. The man's eyes widened, and seconds later, he was, frankly, laughing his ass off. Tears streamed down his face as he cackled and laughed.

Furious, Double Edge said, "Silence, you piss-poor warrior! It's a shame enough I have to even see your face again! Why are you laughing so!?" Struggling to answer, the man eventually said, "M-my friend here, heheh.. he's DEAF! He hasn't been able to hear a word you've said to him, hahaha! He can read lips well, but...heehee, you don't have any, you fool!" The purple swordsman stood in shock and surprise, only now knowing about Double Edge's true nature. However, much to Double Edge's anger, he decided to keep the sword; both due to its usefulness, and to keep it from insulting others.