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Your wish was for the ability to roll a dice to determine any outcome in your life. The genie didn’t even bother with a monkey’s paw, then you went out and got a set of weighted dice.
Everyone thought that the mass-production of Firearms would render Magic obsolete in battle, but Spellcasters have adapted. Instead of casting from a wand, most mages now cast from their gun.
I know I don’t post ever, but if anyone is ever looking for Kindle recommendations, the King’s Dark Tidings series and the He Who Fights With Monsters series are very very good.
I just feel so under appreciated and uncared for. I didn’t know where else to post it. Idk man. Life isn’t going great and everything sucks. My ex girlfriend hates her new boyfriend and for some reason, like a dumbass, I jump at the chance to “rescue” her. I keep saying I’m done with it, but I don’t change. Idk if it’s a can’t or an unconscious won’t. Idk. I don’t feel joy anymore. Like, ever. I’ve been taking my meds but nothing feels okay. Nobody wants to spend any time with me. Literally everyone in my life has more time for anything than for me. I just feel insignificant. All the time.
Idk guys. It’s hard to keep going, you know? Like, Idwt be dead or anything. I just want to be happy.
You’re the town’s superhero. Your greatest enemy is the town’s supervillian. However, secretly, your both brothers. This isn’t anything tragic, as your whole destructive rivalry is actually just a massive prank on your third brother, the mayor.
“Never get into a fight with an Earther. They are conditioned in 1G from birth. You will never build that kind of strength out here. But if you have no choice, wrestle. It’s better to be ragdolled than to have your orbital shattered by the first punch.”
Unlike popular belief, humans are by far the least emotional species of all the spacefaring species. Aliens like to joke that humans are basically walking calculators.
When you turn 18, you get to choose superpowers based on points you earned based on your behavior. Most people get about 10 points, the world’s mightiest heroes had around 30. You just turned 18. You have over 200 points and your government is freaking out.
“Would you like to donate 1 copper to the Defeat the Dark Lord Fund?” the screen reads as you check out. You tap yes. Those heroes are going to need all the help they can get to defeat you, anyway.
As the villain pulled you from the rubble you glared at him as he removed your mask. His smirk dropped when he saw your face as he said: “Wait, Dan from Pizza Hut? YOU are the one who I’ve been trying to kill for all these years!?”
Dan smirked. “Did you really think you could outpizza the hut, Jake from Statefarm?”
Jake dropped the mask to ground, his face one made of complete disarray. “But-but I could’ve sworn you died! You died when I blew it up-”
Dan chuckled lightly. “You’re a fool for thinking that, my friend.” His smirk dropped, and his hands squeezed Jake’s arm harder as he yelled in anger, “Do you really think I would die when I knew that STATEFARM was really going to try to take away ALL PIZZA HUT LOCATIONS?”
“HOW DID YOU ESCAPE?” Jake roared, his fingers tightening around Dan’s throat. Dan grunted and shut his eyes tightly while Jake demanded, “Tell me! How did you escape!?”
“It’s not like I’m going to tell you.” His efforts to loosen Jake’s grip around his throat were fruitless. Jake’s fingers were incredibly tight around it, making it impossible to pry it open. As his enemy continued to squeeze his throat harder, Dan finally wheezed out, “The back door! I managed to make it out the back door before it blew to smithereens.”
Jake threw Dan to the rubble. Dan turned on to his hands his knees, coughing violently, phlegm and blood coating the crushed stone below him. Jake stared down at the Pizza Hut employee, feeling triumph flow through his veins as he said, “It’s too late anyways. By now, Statefarm would have flooded your precious stores in every bit of America.” A sinister smile spread across Jake’s face as he kicked Dan to the ground. “Ta-ta for now, little foe. Enjoy death.” He began to walk away, sounds of sneakers crushing glass echoing through the now-empty area.
“There’s one thing you forgot, Jake.” Dan slowly rose to his feet.
Jake stopped. “Hm?” He turned his head, looking slightly annoyed.
Hero’s eyes met villain’s eyes as Dan said with a triumphant sneer, “We’re international.”
The demon lord has conquered the land, and five heroes have been summoned to depose him. The heroes journey towards the demon lord–to discover that he’s built a thriving economy, public healthcare, and the land is more prosperous than it has ever been.
It was a clerk outside the capital that explained it to them. They had decided to capture her because her tiny horns bespoke a touch of infernal blood, so she had to be carrying something important, right? Turned out to be crop records of all things. She had been absolutely indignant when one of the heroes had tossed a ledger aside, snatching it up and brushing dirt from the pages. “Idiots! Crop records are important! They show weather patterns, predict tax income, give figures for where and what relief is needed when things change for the worse. That’s the problem with you muscle bound types, you don’t understand how things -work-.”
Mirae tried to smile, the young woman was pretty if you ignored the horns and golden eyes. “Well, why don’t you explain it to us? Why does a demon lord care about disaster relief and taxes?”
The clerk gave Mirae a skeptical look, then looked at the drawn swords of two of the other heroes and turned back to Mirae as the best of a bad lot. “Because Hell runs on the souls of the damned, and people can only be damned if they choose to be evil.”
Mirae frowned, “But if people are hungry, they’ll steal to feed their families.”
The clerk nodded, “But that’s desperation, it’s not evil.” Mirae frowned more in frustration, “He should be making it illegal to go to temples, or ban healers to force people to break the law.” The clerk sighed, “Once again, desperation, not evil. Turning to prostitution to feed your kids isn’t evil. Lying to avoid execution isn’t evil. Working holy-days, eating forbidden food, breaking laws to save lives Is. Not. Evil. Evil has to be a choice. An uncoerced choice to do unnecessary harm. Oh sure, under the old system we got the souls of a few nobles who enjoyed being at the top and hurting people. But NOW?”
The clerk grins, and the grin seemed to have a few too many teeth. “Now people have a CHOICE. They choose to torment their neighbors, or to steal from taxes that would feed the poor, or to attack those who are weaker. Not out of hunger or desperation but out of their own pride… “Before we fed on a few nobles a year… now we get plenty of ordinary people as well.
“And now… we get heroes.”
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At least eight islands in the Pacific have already disappeared because of rising sea levels. Over the next century many communities, including my family, will be displaced and lose their ancestral lands and foundation of their cultural practices. Trump removing the US from the Paris Agreement, taking climate change off the National Security Strategy, and repealing the Clean Power Plan is a slap in the face and to me, intensely personal. PLEASE contact your representatives regarding climate change and taking steps to counteract the potentially irreversible harm Trump is doing to our planet.
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This is an issue very close to my heart guys - my family and our descendants are almost guaranteed to lose our islands and the current administration just doesn’t care.
Everyone has a reaper. The further away it is, the longer you have left to live. Every day it inches a little bit closer, but it is always there. Except yours, which disappeared three weeks ago
I pulled over to the side of the highway, legs aching from sitting so long. I was in the middle of nowhere, and I’d driven hours to get here.
I steeled myself and turned off the car.
Everyone’s born with one. A reaper. People say nobody’s reaper looks the same, like everyone’s personal terrifying snowflake of death. No one knows for certain, though, because you can only see your own reaper.
Very little is actually known about them. It’s hard to study something you can never touch.
The car door slammed shut more loudly than I’d intended. Now that the engine was off, the only other sounds were the wind softly trickling through the brown grass and the soles of my sneakers on the pavement.
For miles around me, there was only grassland, flat, empty. I turned, round and round, searching.
And saw nothing.
When you’re born, your reaper is far away. From that moment, it starts to move closer. Sometimes it’s slow, not even an inch over years. Sometimes you look up, and it’s standing face to face with you.
The things you do can affect how quickly it moves. My grandfather confessed that his reaper started moving faster the day he first smoked a cigarette. Drunks report getting behind the wheel of their cars only to see their reaper sitting beside them.
They say you never touch your reaper until the day you die.
My reaper disappeared about three weeks ago.
I’m not sure exactly when it happened. It isn’t close enough to always be in the same room with me, and it isn’t like I’m constantly checking to see how close it is.
But I usually do catch glimpses of it in the hallways of my office, lingering near the doorway while I wait in line at the coffee shop, watching as I get in my car in the morning. And one day, I just…didn’t.
It was gone.
It. When did I start calling it “It?” Not it, him. He. My reaper’s not an it. He.
Was it my parents or a teacher who first told me to stop calling him a him? Don’t personify it. Don’t give death that kind of power in your life. Your reaper is not a person. Your reaper does not have a gender. Your reaper does not have a name.
When did I start listening to them? When did I lose his name?
I spent the first few days in denial. I just wasn’t looking in the right places, I told myself. Just because I didn’t see it (him) didn’t mean it was gone.
But I didn’t see it (him him him) anywhere. Not in the grocery store parking lot, not in the stairs of my apartment building, not in the long dusty stacks of the library.
So I turned to the internet.
Reaper Disappeared
My reaper is gone
I can’t see my reaper
What does it mean if I can’t find my reaper
I found all sorts of articles and forums on reapers. People freaking out because their reaper was moving faster, people trying to figure out why their reaper was farther away, people arguing over what it meant if their reaper’s appearance changed.
No one claimed their reaper had suddenly just disappeared.
Reapers aren’t people.
My mother was firm.
Reapers don’t have names.
She told me over and over until I learned to stop talking about it.
Until I started to doubt what I had heard.
Reapers never talk.
But that didn’t mean I forgot.
There wasn’t anyone I could talk to. How would I even start? What did this even mean if he was gone?
Had I discovered the cure for death? Was I going to live forever?
Or was I simply going to have to walk through life not knowing when death would come for me?
One way or another, I had to be certain he was gone.
I got into my car and started driving.
I couldn’t see anything but brown grass and broken concrete.
Maybe if I could just see a little bit farther, I thought as I scrambled on top of my car. I perched on top of it uncertainly, scanning the horizon for any sign.
I started to scream.
Where are you and Why are you doing this and Please, I can’t take this and I don’t understand, please.
Please.
I don’t want to live forever.
I don’t want to watch everyone die.
I don’t want to be alone.
Please, don’t let me be alone.
I whimpered the last ones into my knees, curled up on the ground beside my car, then whispered the name I heard him say so many years ago.
“Isa, please.”
After a few minutes I calmed myself, swallowing deep breaths of air. I unfolded my body and went to stand up.
Isa was standing over me.
“Sorry about that,” he said as I recoiled, falling back against the car.
“You’re talking,” I stated dumbly.
“Well, yes. That shouldn’t come as a total surprise. We have spoken before.”
“You said one word to me when I was a kid,” I replied indignantly, fear turning to anger, “And my mom sent me to a child psychologist because I kept insisting you talked. And where have you been? Reapers aren’t just supposed to disappear!”
He shrugged. “There was something I had to take care of, sorry.” He smiled a bit ruefully. That was something else reapers weren’t supposed to do, and it must have shown in my face.
He crouched down beside me, ignoring how I flinched backwards.
“Look, there are some things we need to discuss.” He held out his hand, “Let’s go somewhere we can talk.”
I stared at his hand. “Look, I know I don’t want to live forever and all, but…that doesn’t mean I want to die right now or anything.”
“You’re not going to die,” Isa said, mouth twitching upwards, “Not for a good while, not if I can help it. Most of what you think you know about us is wrong, okay?”
“So you’re saying I shouldn’t be afraid of you?” I hedged.
He shook his head. “No, that’s not what I meant at all. But you can trust me.”
“That’s…not very comforting,” I muttered. He waited, patiently, hand outstretched.
“Ah, what the hell,” I said, and I took Isa’s hand.
I didn’t want to get myself involved in everything that’s going on, but I can’t help myself because I can’t let my friends be mislead by the media driven idiots that don’t check their facts before posting their opinions.
Last time I checked, the people protesting to lift the lockdown weren’t storming and looting buildings. Protesting over George Floyd by burning down a police station and looting stores isn’t protesting, it’s engaging in criminal acts. (For the dummies out there: IT’S A FUCKING CRIME!)
This could be a peaceful protest, but instead of that, people have decided to dishonor George Floyd’s name by burning down and looting businesses, all for the sake of “#JusticeForGeorgeFloyd”. I watched a video of a small-business owner (a thin white man) get ganged up on by 20 people (no, I am not exaggerating) who proceeded to kick the living shit out of him just because he was trying to protect his business from arsonists and thieves.
What happened to George Floyd disgusts me, especially considering the amount of respect I have for the men and women in blue that put their lives on the line to protect us and uphold our rights. But holy fucking shit... You stupid fucks have gone and taken my disgust to a whole new fucking level. Not only am I disgusted with the police officers that murdered George (yes, murder, whether “accidental” or not), I am disgusted to be a part of a country that riots and hurts innocent people just because of their skin tone.
Just because a couple of cops were corrupt does not mean every single cop is bad. Fuck anyone who says different. Police officers put their lives on the line for our safety, and you fucks don’t even deserve it. I wish Covid-19 only targeted stupid people, then maybe we wouldn’t have this country burning to the fucking ground...
Anyone who disagrees can politely kiss my ass, then fuck off.
Came to very fundamental realization just now. No one cares about me because I Am The PROBLEM