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[WP] You're a superhero with powers that can be described as average at best, but you keep getting assigned to planetary level threats. You're not sure how you're still alive, but you've begun to develop a reputation in the superhero community
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[WP] Batman is a regular dude who *thinks* he's a badass martial artist and detective. All the villains play along, because the poor guy lost his parents and isn't right in the head. Tonight a brand new supervillain hospitalised Bruce. This is the biggest mistake he'll ever make
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[Wp] Earth is a multigenerational prison created for Adam and Eve who were sentenced to 180 generations. You receive a message, along with the rest of the planet, that your time has been served and all will be teleported back to your mother planet.
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[WP] You are a sleep worker. You climb into a pod, your mind is put to sleep while your body is put to work. 8 hours later, you collect your check for the day. You never really cared what your employers did while you were "out" until you wake up one day to a six figure paycheck.
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[WP] An alien invasion begins in your home city. While trying to escape, you notice that the invaders are actually humans. "We shall retake our planet from these pretenders!" - their leader speaks.
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[WP] You and a few close friends wanted to visit Stephen Hawking during spring break. So after building a crude time machine you went to his Time Traveler party only to realize it's a trap.
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[PI] The lady of the lake never really accepted the U.S’ declaration of independence from the British Empire, seeing it as an act of rebellion that can still be undone. Now, she’s offering you Excalibur, for the quest to reunite the two “Empires” under the same flag. You just wanted to go fishing.
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[WP] Johnny conquers the Devil in Georgia with his fiddle. As the Devil slinks away in shame, the skies darken and fog creeps through the land. Johnny hears the low, deep hum of a cello. In the distance, Death itself draws its bow, ready to pick up where the Devil left off.
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